第8章

类别:其他 作者:Thomas Hardy字数:4832更新时间:18/12/26 16:58:32
Doyouthinktheyreallycan?’ ’Well,maister,IamafraidIdo,’saidthecheeringCripplestraw。 ’AndIknowagreatwarriorlikeyouisonlytooglado’thechance。 ’Twillbeagreatthingforye,deathandglory!Inshort,Ihopefrommyheartyouwillbe,andIsaysoveryoftentofolk——infact,Iprayatnightfor’t。’ ’O!cussyou!youneedn’tprayaboutit。’ ’No,MaisterDerriman,Iwon’t。’ ’Ofcoursemyswordwilldoitsduty。That’senough。Andnowbeoffwithye。’ Festusgloomilyreturnedtohisuncle’sroomandfoundthatAnnewasjustleaving。Hewasinclinedtofollowheratonce,butasshegavehimnoopportunityfordoingthishewenttothewindow,andremainedtappinghisfingersagainsttheshutterwhileshecrossedtheyard。 ’Well,nephy,youarenotgoneyet?’saidthefarmer,lookingdubiouslyatFestusfromunderoneeyelid。’YouseehowIam。Notbyanymeansbetter,yousee;soIcan’tentertain’eeaswellasI would。’ ’Youcan’t,nunc,youcan’t。Idon’tthinkyouareworse——ifIdo,dashmywig。Butyou’llhaveplentyofopportunitiestomakemewelcomewhenyouarebetter。Ifyouarenotsobriskinwardlyasyouwas,whynottrychangeofair?Thisisadull,damphole。’ ’’Tis,Festus;andIamthinkingofmoving。’ ’Ah,whereto?’saidFestus,withsurpriseandinterest。 ’Upintothegarretinthenorthcorner。Thereisnofireplaceintheroom;butIshan’twantthat,poorsoulo’me。’ ’’Tisnotmovingfar。’ ’’Tisnot。ButIhavenotasoulbelongingtomewithintenmile; andyouknowverywellthatIcouldn’taffordtogotolodgingsthatIhadtopayfor。’ ’Iknowit——Iknowit,UncleBenjy!Well,don’tbedisturbed。I’llcomeandmanageforyouassoonaseverthisBoneyalarmisover; butwhenaman’scountrycallshemustobey,ifheisaman。’ ’Asplendidspirit!’saidUncleBenjy,withmuchadmirationonthesurfaceofhiscountenance。’Ineverhadit。Howcouldithavegotintotheboy?’ ’Frommymother’sside,perhaps。’ ’Perhapsso。Well,takecareofyourself,nephy,’saidthefarmer,wavinghishandimpressively。’Takecare!Inthesewarliketimesyourspiritmaycarryyeintothearmsoftheenemy;andyouarethelastofthefamily。Youshouldthinkofthis,andnotletyourbraverycarryyeaway。’ ’Don’tbedisturbed,uncle;I’llcontrolmyself,’saidFestus,betrayedintoself-complacencyagainsthiswill。’AtleastI’lldowhatIcan,butnaturewilloutsometimes。Well,I’moff。’Hebeganhumming’BrightonCamp,’and,promisingtocomeagainsoon,retiredwithassurance,eachyardofhisretreataddingprivatejoyousnesstohisuncle’sform。 Whenthebulkyyoungmanhaddisappearedthroughtheporter’slodge,UncleBenjyshowedpreternaturalactivityforoneinhisinvalidstate,jumpingupquicklywithouthisstick,atthesametimeopeningandshuttinghismouthquitesilentlylikeathirstyfrog,whichwashiswayofexpressingmirth。Heranupstairsasquickasanoldsquirrel,andwenttoadormerwindowwhichcommandedaviewofthegroundsbeyondthegate,andthefootpaththatstretchedacrossthemtothevillage。 ’Yes,yes!’hesaidinasuppressedscream,dancingupanddown,’he’safterher:she’vehiten!’ForthereappeareduponthepaththefigureofAnneGarland,and,hasteningonatsomelittledistancebehindher,theswaggeringshapeofFestus。Shebecameconsciousofhisapproach,andmovedmorequickly。Hemovedmorequicklystill,andovertookher。Sheturnedasifinanswertoacallfromhim,andhewalkedonbesideher,tilltheywereoutofsight。Theoldmanthenplayeduponanimaginaryfiddleforabouthalfaminute;and,suddenlydiscontinuingthesesignsofpleasure,wentdownstairsagain。 ’Youoftencomethisway?’saidFestustoAnneratherbeforehehadovertakenher。 ’Icomeforthenewspaperandotherthings,’shesaid,perplexedbyadoubtwhetherheweretherebyaccidentordesign。 Theymovedoninsilence,Festusbeatingthegrasswithhisswitchinamasterfulway。’Didyouspeak,Mis’essAnne?’heasked。 ’No,’saidAnne。 ’Tenthousandpardons。Ithoughtyoudid。Nowdon’tletmedriveyououtofthepath。Icanwalkamongthehighgrassandgiltycups—— theywillnotyellowmystockingsastheywillyours。Well,whatdoyouthinkofalotofsoldierscomingtotheneighbourhoodinthisway?’ ’Ithinkitisverylively,andagreatchange,’shesaidwithdemureseriousness。 ’Perhapsyoudon’tlikeuswarriorsasabody?’ Annesmiledwithoutreplying。 ’Why,youarelaughing!’saidtheyeoman,lookingsearchinglyatherandblushinglikealittlefire。’Whatdoyouseetolaughat?’ ’DidIlaugh?’saidAnne,alittlescaredathissuddenmortification。 ’Why,yes;youknowyoudid,youyoungsneerer,’hesaidlikeacrossbaby。’Youarelaughingatme——that’swhoyouarelaughingat!IshouldliketoknowwhatyouwoulddowithoutsuchasmeiftheFrenchweretodropinuponyeanynight?’ ’Wouldyouhelptobeatthemoff?’saidshe。 ’Canyouasksuchaquestion?Whatarewefor?Butyoudon’tthinkanythingofsoldiers。’ Oyes,shelikedsoldiers,shesaid,especiallywhentheycamehomefromthewars,coveredwithglory;thoughwhenshethoughtwhatdoingshadwonthemthatgloryshedidnotlikethemquitesowell。 Thegallantandappeasedyeomansaidhesupposedhertomeanchoppingoffheads,blowingoutbrains,andthatkindofbusiness,andthoughtitquiterightthatatender-heartedthinglikehershouldfeelalittlehorrified。Butasforhim,heshouldnotmindsuchanotherBlenheimthissummerasthearmyhadfoughtahundredyearsago,orwheneveritwas——dashhiswigifheshouldminditatall。’Hullo!nowyouarelaughingagain;yes,Isawyou!’AndthecholericFestusturnedhisblueeyesandflushedfaceuponherasthoughhewouldreadherthrough。Annestrovevaliantlytolookcalmlyback;buthereyescouldnotfacehis,andtheyfell。’Youdidlaugh!’herepeated。 ’Itwasonlyatinylittleone,’shemurmured。 ’Ah——Iknewyoudid!’thunderedhe。’Nowwhatwasityoulaughedat?’ ’Ionly——thoughtthatyouwere——merelyintheyeomanry,’shemurmuredslily。 ’Andwhatofthat?’ ’Andtheyeomanryonlyseemfarmersthathavelosttheirsenses。’ ’Yes,yes!Iknewyoumeantsomejeeringo’thatsort,MistressAnne。ButIsuppose’tisthewayofwomen,andItakenonotice。 I’llconfessthatsomeofusarenogreatthings:butIknowhowtodrawasword,don’tI?——sayIdon’tjusttoprovokeme。’ ’Iamsureyoudo,’saidAnnesweetly。’IfaFrenchmancameuptoyou,Mr。Derriman,wouldyoutakehimonthehip,oronthethigh?’ ’Nowyouareflattering!’hesaid,hiswhiteteethuncoveringthemselvesinasmile。’Well,ofcourseIshoulddrawmysword——no,Imeanmyswordwouldbealreadydrawn;andIshouldputspurstomyhorse——charger,aswecallitinthearmy;andIshouldrideuptohimandsay——no,Ishouldn’tsayanything,ofcourse——menneverwastewordsinbattle;Ishouldtakehimwiththethirdguard,lowpoint,andthencomingbacktothesecondguard——’ ’Butthatwouldbetakingcareofyourself——nothittingathim。’ ’Howcanyousaythat!’hecried,thebeamsuponhisfaceturningtoaluridcloudinamoment。’Howcanyouunderstandmilitarytermswho’veneverhadaswordinyourlife?Ishouldn’ttakehimwiththeswordatall。’Hewentonwitheagersulkiness,’Ishouldtakehimwithmypistol。Ishouldpulloffmyrightglove,andthrowbackmygoat-skin;thenIshouldopenmypriming-pan,prime,andcastabout——no,Ishouldn’t,that’swrong;Ishoulddrawmyrightpistol,andassoonasloaded,seizetheweaponbythebutt;thenattheword“Cockyourpistol“Ishould——’ ’Thenthereisplentyoftimetogivesuchwordsofcommandintheheatofbattle?’saidAnneinnocently。 ’No!’saidtheyeoman,hisfaceagaininflames。’Why,ofcourseI amonlytellingyouwhatWOULDbethewordofcommandIF——therenow! youla——’ ’Ididn’t;’ponmywordIdidn’t!’ ’No,Idon’tthinkyoudid;itwasmymistake。Well,thenIcomesmartlytoPresent,lookingwellalongthebarrel——alongthebarrel—— andfire。OfcourseIknowwellenoughhowtoengagetheenemy! ButIexpectmyoldunclehasbeensettingyouagainstme。’ ’Hehasnotsaidaword,’repliedAnne;’thoughIhaveheardofyou,ofcourse。’ ’Whathaveyouheard?Nothinggood,Idaresay。Itmakesmybloodboilwithinme!’ ’O,nothingbad,’saidsheassuringly。’Justawordnowandthen。’ ’Now,come,tellme,there’sadear。Idon’tliketobecrossed。 Itshallbeasacredsecretbetweenus。Come,now!’ Annewasembarrassed,andhersmilewasuncomfortable。’Ishallnottellyou,’shesaidatlast。 ’Thereitisagain!’saidtheyeoman,throwinghimselfintoadespair。’Ishallsoonbegintobelievethatmynameisnotworthsixpenceabouthere!’ ’Itellyou’twasnothingagainstyou,’repeatedAnne。 ’Thatmeansitmighthavebeenforme,’saidFestus,inamollifiedtone。’Well,though,tospeakthetruth,Ihaveagoodmanyfaults,somepeoplewillpraiseme,Isuppose。’Twaspraise?’ ’Itwas。’ ’Well,Iamnotmuchatfarming,andIamnotmuchincompany,andI amnotmuchatfigures,butperhapsImustown,sinceitisforceduponme,thatIcanshowasfineasoldier’sfigureontheEsplanadeasanymanofthecavalry。’ ’Youcan,’saidAnne;forthoughherfleshcreptinmortalterrorofhisirascibility,shecouldnotresistthefearfulpleasureofleadinghimon。’Youlookverywell;andsomesay,youare——’ ’What?Well,theysayIamgood-looking。Idon’tmakemyself,so’tisnopraise。Hullo!whatareyoulookingacrosstherefor?’ ’OnlyatabirdthatIsawflyoutofthattree,’saidAnne。 ’What?Onlyatabird,doyousay?’heheavedoutinavoiceofthunder。’Iseeyourshouldersa-shaking,youngmadam。Nowdon’tyouprovokemewiththatlaughing!ByGod,itwon’tdo!’ ’Thengoaway!’saidAnne,changedfrommirthfulnesstoirritationbyhisroughmanner。’Idon’twantyourcompany,yougreatbraggingthing!Youaresotouchythere’snobearingwithyou。Goaway!’ ’No,no,Anne;Iamwrongtospeaktoyouso。Igiveyoufreelibertytosaywhatyouwilltome。SayIamnotabitofasoldier,oranything!Abuseme——donow,there’sadear。I’mscum,I’mfroth,I’mdirtbeforethebesom——yes!’ ’Ihavenothingtosay,sir。StaywhereyouaretillIamoutofthisfield。’ ’Well,there’ssuchcommandinyourlooksthatIha’n’thearttogoagainstyou。Youwillcomethiswayto-morrowatthesametime? Now,don’tbeuncivil。’ Shewastoogenerousnottoforgivehim,buttheshortlittlelipmurmuredthatshedidnotthinkitatalllikelysheshouldcomethatwayto-morrow。 ’ThenSunday?’hesaid。 ’NotSunday,’saidshe。 ’ThenMonday——Tuesday——Wednesday,surely?’hewentonexperimentally。 Sheansweredthatsheshouldprobablynotseehimoneitherday,and,cuttingshorttheargument,wentthroughthewicketintotheotherfield。Festuspaused,lookingafterher;andwhenhecouldnolongerseeherslightfigurehesweptawayhisdeliberations,begansinging,andturnedoffintheotherdirection。