首页 >出版文学> To Be Read At Dusk>第1章
  One,two,three,four,five。Therewerefiveofthem。
  Fivecouriers,sittingonabenchoutsidetheconventonthesummitoftheGreatSt。BernardinSwitzerland,lookingattheremoteheights,stainedbythesettingsunasifamightyquantityofredwinehadbeenbroacheduponthemountaintop,andhadnotyethadtimetosinkintothesnow。
  Thisisnotmysimile。Itwasmadefortheoccasionbythestoutestcourier,whowasaGerman。Noneoftheotherstookanymorenoticeofitthantheytookofme,sittingonanotherbenchontheothersideoftheconventdoor,smokingmycigar,likethem,and-alsolikethem-lookingatthereddenedsnow,andatthelonelyshedhardby,wherethebodiesofbelatedtravellers,dugoutofit,slowlywitheraway,knowingnocorruptioninthatcoldregion。
  Thewineuponthemountaintopsoakedinaswelooked;themountainbecamewhite;thesky,averydarkblue;thewindrose;andtheairturnedpiercingcold。Thefivecouriersbuttonedtheirroughcoats。Therebeingnosafermantoimitateinallsuchproceedingsthanacourier,Ibuttonedmine。
  Themountaininthesunsethadstoppedthefivecouriersinaconversation。Itisasublimesight,likelytostopconversation。
  Themountainbeingnowoutofthesunset,theyresumed。NotthatI
  hadheardanypartoftheirpreviousdiscourse;forindeed,IhadnotthenbrokenawayfromtheAmericangentleman,inthetravellers'parlouroftheconvent,who,sittingwithhisfacetothefire,hadundertakentorealisetomethewholeprogressofeventswhichhadledtotheaccumulationbytheHonourableAnaniasDodgerofoneofthelargestacquisitionsofdollarsevermadeinourcountry。
  'MyGod!'saidtheSwisscourier,speakinginFrench,whichIdonothold(assomeauthorsappeartodo)tobesuchanall-
  sufficientexcuseforanaughtyword,thatIhaveonlytowriteitinthatlanguagetomakeitinnocent;'ifyoutalkofghosts-'
  'ButIDON'Ttalkofghosts,'saidtheGerman。
  'Ofwhatthen?'askedtheSwiss。
  'IfIknewofwhatthen,'saidtheGerman,'Ishouldprobablyknowagreatdealmore。'
  Itwasagoodanswer,Ithought,anditmademecurious。So,I
  movedmypositiontothatcornerofmybenchwhichwasnearesttothem,andleaningmybackagainsttheconventwall,heardperfectly,withoutappearingtoattend。
  'Thunderandlightning!'saidtheGerman,warming,'whenacertainmaniscomingtoseeyou,unexpectedly;and,withouthisownknowledge,sendssomeinvisiblemessenger,toputtheideaofhimintoyourheadallday,whatdoyoucallthat?Whenyouwalkalongacrowdedstreet-atFrankfort,Milan,London,Paris-andthinkthatapassingstrangerislikeyourfriendHeinrich,andthenthatanotherpassingstrangerislikeyourfriendHeinrich,andsobegintohaveastrangeforeknowledgethatpresentlyyou'llmeetyourfriendHeinrich-whichyoudo,thoughyoubelievedhimatTrieste-whatdoyoucallTHAT?'
  'It'snotuncommon,either,'murmuredtheSwissandtheotherthree。
  'Uncommon!'saidtheGerman。'It'sascommonascherriesintheBlackForest。It'sascommonasmaccaroniatNaples。AndNaplesremindsme!WhentheoldMarchesaSenzanimashrieksatacard-
  partyontheChiaja-asIheardandsawher,forithappenedinaBavarianfamilyofmine,andIwasoverlookingtheservicethatevening-Isay,whentheoldMarchesastartsupatthecard-table,whitethroughherrouge,andcries,"MysisterinSpainisdead!I
  felthercoldtouchonmyback!"-andwhenthatsisterISdeadatthemoment-whatdoyoucallthat?'
  'OrwhenthebloodofSanGennaroliquefiesattherequestoftheclergy-asalltheworldknowsthatitdoesregularlyoncea-year,inmynativecity,'saidtheNeapolitancourierafterapause,withacomicallook,'whatdoyoucallthat?'
  'THAT!'criedtheGerman。'Well,IthinkIknowanameforthat。'
  'Miracle?'saidtheNeapolitan,withthesameslyface。
  TheGermanmerelysmokedandlaughed;andtheyallsmokedandlaughed。
  'Bah!'saidtheGerman,presently。'Ispeakofthingsthatreallydohappen。WhenIwanttoseetheconjurer,Ipaytoseeaprofessedone,andhavemymoney'sworth。Verystrangethingsdohappenwithoutghosts。Ghosts!GiovanniBaptista,tellyourstoryoftheEnglishbride。There'snoghostinthat,butsomethingfullasstrange。Willanymantellmewhat?'
  Astherewasasilenceamongthem,Iglancedaround。HewhomI
  tooktobeBaptistawaslightingafreshcigar。Hepresentlywentontospeak。HewasaGenoese,asIjudged。
  'ThestoryoftheEnglishbride?'saidhe。'Basta!oneoughtnottocallsoslightathingastory。Well,it'sallone。Butit'strue。Observemewell,gentlemen,it'strue。Thatwhichglittersisnotalwaysgold;butwhatIamgoingtotell,istrue。'
  Herepeatedthismorethanonce。
  Tenyearsago,ItookmycredentialstoanEnglishgentlemanatLong'sHotel,inBondStreet,London,whowasabouttotravel-itmightbeforoneyear,itmightbefortwo。Heapprovedofthem;
  likewiseofme。Hewaspleasedtomakeinquiry。Thetestimonythathereceivedwasfavourable。Heengagedmebythesixmonths,andmyentertainmentwasgenerous。
  Hewasyoung,handsome,veryhappy。HewasenamouredofafairyoungEnglishlady,withasufficientfortune,andtheyweregoingtobemarried。Itwasthewedding-trip,inshort,thatweweregoingtotake。Forthreemonths'restinthehotweather(itwasearlysummerthen)hehadhiredanoldplaceontheRiviera,ataneasydistancefrommycity,Genoa,ontheroadtoNice。DidIknowthatplace?Yes;ItoldhimIknewitwell。Itwasanoldpalacewithgreatgardens。Itwasalittlebare,anditwasalittledarkandgloomy,beingclosesurroundedbytrees;butitwasspacious,ancient,grand,andontheseashore。Hesaidithadbeensodescribedtohimexactly,andhewaswellpleasedthatIknewit。
  Foritsbeingalittlebareoffurniture,allsuchplaceswere。