第11章

类别:其他 作者:Henry Rider Haggard字数:3660更新时间:18/12/27 08:40:52
“Iloveyou,Iloveyou,“hesaidhuskily。 “SoIgather,“sheansweredinafeeblevoice。 “Doyoucareforme?“heasked。 “ItwouldseemthatImust,Alan,otherwiseIshouldscarcely——oh!youfoolishAlan,“andheedlessofherSundayhat,whichneverrecoveredfromthisencounter,butwaskeptasaholyrelic,sheletherheadfalluponhisshoulderandbegantocryagain,thistimeforveryhappiness。 Hekissedhertearsaway,thenashecouldthinkofnothingelsetosay,askedherifshewouldmarryhim。 “Itisthegeneralsequeltothiskindofthing,Ibelieve,“sheanswered;“oratanyrateitoughttobe。Butifyouwantadirectanswer——yes,Iwill,ifmyunclewillletme,whichhewon’t,asyouhavequarrelledwithhim,oratanyratetwoyearshence,whenIamfiveandtwentyandmyownmistress;thatisifwehaveanythingtomarryon,foronemusteat。Atpresentourworldlypossessionsseemtoconsistchieflyofalargestoreofmutualaffection,agoodstockofclothesandoneYellowGod,whichafterwhathappenedlastnight,Idonotthinkyouwillgetanotherchanceofturningintocash。“ “Imustmakemoneysomehow,“hesaid。 “Yes,Alan,butIamafraiditisnoteasytodo——honestly。Nobodywantspeoplewithoutcapitalwhoseonlystockintradeisabriefbutdistinguishedmilitarycareer,andalargeexperienceofAfricanfever。“ Alangroanedatthisveraciousbutdiscouragingremark,andshewentonquickly: “ImeantospendanotherguineauponmyfriendthelawyeratKingswell。Perhapshecanraisethewind,byapost-obit,orsomething,“sheaddedvaguely,“Imeanapost-uncle-obit。“ “Ifhedoes,Barbara,Ican’tliveonyourmoneyalone,itisn’tright。“ “Oh!don’tyoutroubleaboutthat,Alan。IfonceIcangetholdofthosedimthousandsyouwillsoonbeabletomakemore,foruntohimthathathshallbegiven。Butatpresenttheyareverydim,andforallIknowmayberepresentedbystockindeceasedcompanies。Inshort,thefinancialpositionisextraordinarilydepressed,astheysayintheMarketIntelligencein/TheTimes/。Butthat’snoreasonwhyweshouldbedepressedalso。“ “No,Barbara,foratanyratewehavegoteachother。“ “Yes,“sheanswered,springingup,“wehavegoteachother,dear,untilDeathdouspart,andsomehowIdon’tthinkhe’lldothatyetawhile;itcomesintomyheartthathewon’tdothat,Alan,thatyouandIaregoingtoliveoutourdays。Sowhatdoestherestmatter?IntwoyearsIshallbeafreewoman。Infact,iftheworstcomestotheworst,I’lldefythemall,“andshesetherlittlemouthlikearock,“andmarryyoustraightaway,asbeingoverage,Icando,evenifitcostsmeeveryhalfpennythatI’vegot。“ “No,no,“hesaid,“itwouldbewrong,wrongtoyourselfandwrongtoyourdescendants。“ “Verywell,Alan,then,wewillwait,orperhapsluckwillcomeourway——whyshouldn’tit?AtanyrateformypartIneverfeltsohappyinmylife;for,dearAlan,wehavefoundwhatwewereborntofind,founditonceandforalways,andtherestismereetceteras。WhatwouldbetheuseofallthegoldoftheAsikipeoplethatJeekiewastalkingaboutlastnight,toeitherofus,ifwehadnoteachother? Wecangetonwithoutthewealth,butwecouldn’tgetonapart,oratleastIcouldn’tandIdon’tmindsayingso。“ “No,mydarling,no,“heanswered,turningwhiteattheverythought,“wecouldn’tgetonapart——now。InfactIdon’tknowhowIhavedonesosolongalready,exceptthatIwasalwayshopingthatatimewouldcomewhenweshouldn’tbeapart。ThatiswhyIwentintothatinfernalbusiness,tomakeenoughmoneytobeabletoaskyoutomarryme。AndnowIhavegoneoutofthebusinessandaskedyoujustwhenI shouldn’t。“ “Yes,soyouseeyoumightaswellhavedoneitayearortwoagowhenperhapsthingswouldhavebeensimpler。Well,itisafineexampleofthevanityofhumanplans,and,Alan,wemustbegoinghometolunch。 Ifwedon’t,SirRobertwillbeorganizingasearchpartytolookforus;infact,Ishouldn’twonderifheisdoingthatalready,inthewrongdirection。“ ThementionofSirRobertAylward’snamefellonthembothlikeablastofcoldwindinsummer,andforawhiletheywalkedinsilence。 “Youareafraidofthatman,Barbara,“saidAlanpresently,guessingherthoughts。 “Alittle,“sheanswered,“sofarasIcanbeafraidofanythinganymore。Andyou?“ “Alittlealso。Ithinkthathewillgiveustrouble。Hecanbeverymalevolentandresourceful。“ “Resourceful,Alan;well,socanI。I’llbackmywitsagainsthisanyday。Heshan’tseparateusbyanythingshortofmurder,whichhewon’tgoinfor。Menlikethatdon’tliketobreakthelaw;theyhavetoomuchtolose。Butnodoubthewillmakethingsuncomfortableforyou,ifhecan,forseveralreasons。“ Againtheywalkedonlostinreflections,whenBarbarasuddenlysawherlover’sfacebrighten。 “Whatisit,Alan?“sheasked。 “Somethingthatisrareenoughwithme,Barbara——anidea。YourememberspeakingaboutthatAsikigoldjustnow。Well,whyshouldn’tIgoandgetit?“ Shestaredathim。 “Itsoundsalittlespeculative,“shesaid;“somethinglikeoneofmyuncle’scompanies。“ “Nothalfsospeculativeasyouthink。IhavenodoubtitisthereandJeekieknowstheway。AlsoIseemtorememberthatthereisamapandanaccountofthewholethinginUncleAustin’sdiaries,thoughtotellyouthetruththeoldfellowwrotesuchafearfulhand,thatI havenevertakenthetroubletoreadit。Yousee,“hewentonwithenthusiasm,“itisthekindofbusinessthatIcando。Iamthoroughlysaltedtofever,IknowtheWestCoast,whereIspentthreeyearsonthatBoundaryCommission,Ihavestudiedthenativesandcantalkseveraloftheirdialects。Ofcoursetherewouldbearisk,buttherearerisksineverything,andlikeyouIamnotafraidaboutthat,forIbelievethatwehavegotourlivesbeforeus。“ “Readupthosediaries,Alan,andwewilltalkthethingoveragain。 I’llpumpJeekie,whowilltellmeanythingbycoaxing,andtrytogetatthetruth。Meanwhilewhatareyougoingtodoaboutmyuncle?“ “Speaktohim,ofcourse,andhavetherowover。“ “Yes,“sheanswered,“thatisthebestandthemosthonest。Ofcoursehecanturnyouout,buthecan’tpreventmyseeingyou。Ifhedoes,gohometoYarleysandI’llcomeoverandcall。Hereweare,letusgoinbythebackdoor,“andshepointedtohercrushedhat,andlaughed。 WhileAlanandBarbara,onthemostmomentousoccasionoftheirlives,wereseateduponthefallenoakinthewoodsthatthrilledwiththebreathofspring,anotherinterviewwastakingplaceinMr。Champers- Haswell’sprivatesuiteatTheCourt,thedecorationsofwhich,ashewaswonttoinformhisvisitors,hadcostnearly£2000。SirRobert,whosetasteatanyratewasgood,thoughtthemsoappallingthatwhilewaitingforhishostandpartner,whomhehadcometosee,hetookaseatinthebowwindowofthesitting-roomandstudiedtheviewthatnobodyhadbeenabletospoil。PresentlyMr。Haswellemergedfromhisbedroom,wrappedinadressinggownandlookingverypaleandshaky。 “Delightedtoseeyouallrightagain,“saidSirRobertashewheeledupachairintowhichMr。Haswellsank。 “Iamnotallright,Aylward,“heanswered;“Iamnotallrightatall。Neverhadsuchanupsetinmylife;thoughtIwasgoingtodiewhenthataccursedsavagetoldhisbeastlytale。Aylward,youareamanoftheworld,tellme,whatisthemeaningofthething?Yourememberwhatwethoughtwesawintheoffice,andthen——thatstory。“ “Idon’tknow,“heanswered;“franklyIdon’tknow。IamamanwhohasneverbelievedinanythingIcannotseeandtest,onewhoutterlylacksfaith。InmyleisureIhaveexaminedintothevariousreligioussystemsandfoundthemtoberubbish。Iamconvincedthatwearebuthighly-developedmammalsbornbychance,andwhenourdayisdone,departingintotheblacknothingnessoutofwhichwecame。Everythingelse,thatis,whatiscalledthehigherandspiritualpart,I attributetothesuperstitionsincidenttotheterrorofthehideouspositioninwhichwefindourselves,thatofgodsofasorthemmedinbyafewyearsoffearfulandtormentedlife。Butyouknowtheoldarguments,sowhyshouldIenteronthem?AndnowIamconfrontedwithanexperiencewhichIcannotexplain。IcertainlythoughtthatintheofficeonFridayeveningIsawthatgoldmasktowhichIhadtakensostrangeafancythatIofferedtogiveVernon£17,000foritbecauseI