首页 >出版文学> SYLVIA’S LOVERS>第25章
  'Oh,Charley!'shecried,springingtohim,'dunnotcutmetothequick;
  havepityonme,thoughhehadnone。Ididsolovethee;itwasmyveryheart—stringsasgavewaywhentheytoldmethouwasdrowned——feyther,andth'Corneys,andall,iverybody。Thyhatandt'bito'ribbonIgavetheewerefounddrenchedanddrippingwi'sea—water;andIwentmourningfortheeallthedaylong——dunnotturnawayfromme;onlyhearkenthisonce,andthenkillmedead,andI'llblessyo',——andhaveniverbeenmysel'
  since;niverceasedtofeelt'sungrowdarkandth'airchillanddrearywhenIthoughtont'timewhenthouwasalive。Idid,myCharley,myownlove!AndIthoughtthouwasdeadforiver,andIwishedIwerelyingbesidethee。Oh,Charley!Philip,theere,wherehestandscouldtellyo'thiswastrue。Philip,wasn'titso?'
  'WouldGodIweredead!'moanedforththeunhappy,guiltyman。ButshehadturnedtoKinraid,andwasspeakingagaintohim,andneitherofthemheardorheededhim——theyweredrawingcloserandclosertogether——she,withhercheeksandeyesaflame,talkingeagerly。
  'Andfeytherwastakenup,andallforsettingsomefreeast'press—ganghadgottenbyafoultrick;andhewereputi'Yorkprison,andtried,andhung!——hung!Charley!——goodkindfeytherwashungonagallows;andmotherlosthersenseandgrewsillyingrief,andwewereliketobeturnedoutont'wideworld,andpoormotherdateless——andIthoughtyo'weredead——oh!Ithoughtyo'weredead,Idid——oh,Charley,Charley!'
  Bythistimetheywereineachother'sarms,shewithherheadonhisshoulder,cryingasifherheartwouldbreak。
  Philipcameforwardsandtookholdofhertopullheraway;butCharleyheldhertight,mutelydefyingPhilip。UnconsciouslyshewasPhilip'sprotection,inthathourofdanger,fromablowwhichmighthavebeenhisdeathifstrongwillcouldhaveaidedittokill。
  'Sylvie!'saidhe,graspinghertight。'Listentome。Hedidn'tloveyo'asIdid。Hehadlovedotherwomen。I,yo'——yo'alone。Helovedothergirlsbeforeyo',andhadleftoffloving'em。I——IwishGodwouldfreemyheartfromthepang;butitwillgoontillIdie,whetheryo'lovemeornot。Andthen——wherewasI?Oh!thatverynightthathewastaken,Iwasa—thinkingonyo'andonhim;andImightha'givenyo'hismessage,butIheardthemspeakingofhimasknewhimwell;talkingofhisfalsefickleways。HowwasItoknowhewouldkeeptruetothee?Itmightbeasininme,Icannotsay;myheartandmysensearegonedeadwithinme。
  Iknowthis,I'velovedyo'asnomanbutmeeverlovedbefore。Havesomepityandforgivenessonme,ifit'sonlybecauseI'vebeensotormentedwithmylove。'
  Helookedatherwithfeverisheagerwistfulness;itfadedawayintodespairasshemadenosignofhavingevenheardhiswords。Heletgohisholdofher,andhisarmfelllooselybyhisside。
  'Imaydie,'hesaid,'formylifeisended!'
  'Sylvia!'spokeoutKinraid,boldandfervent,'yourmarriageisnomarriage。Youweretrickedintoit。Youaremywife,nothis。Iamyourhusband;weplightedeachotherourtroth。See!hereismyhalfofthesixpence。'
  Hepulleditoutfromhisbosom,tiedbyablackribbonroundhisneck。
  'Whentheystrippedmeandsearchedmeinth'Frenchprison,Imanagedtokeepthis。Noliescanbreaktheoathwesworetoeachother。Icangetyourpretenceofamarriagesetaside。I'minfavourwithmyadmiral,andhe'lldoadealforme,andbackmeout。Comewithme;yourmarriageshallbesetaside,andwe'llbemarriedagain,allsquareandabove—board。
  Comeaway。Leavethatdamnedfellowtorepentofthetrickheplayedanhonestsailor;we'llbetrue,whateverhascomeandgone。Come,Sylvia。'
  Hisarmwasroundherwaist,andhewasdrawinghertowardsthedoor,hisfaceallcrimsonwitheagernessandhope。Justthenthebabycried。
  'Hark!'saidshe,startingawayfromKinraid,'baby'scryingforme。
  Hischild——yes,itishischild——I'dforgottenthat——forgottenall。I'llmakemyvownow,lestIlosemysel'again。I'llneverforgiveyonman,norlivewithhimashiswifeagain。Allthat'sdoneandended。He'sspoiltmylife,he'sspoiltitforaslongasiverIliveonthisearth;but'neitheryo'norhimshallspoilmysoul。Itgoeshardwi'me,Charley,itdoesindeed。I'lljustgiveyo'onekiss——onelittlekiss——andthen,sohelpmeGod,I'llniverseenorheartill——no,notthat,notthatisindeed——I'llniversee——surethat'senough——I'llneverseeyo'againonthissideheaven,sohelpmeGod!I'mboundandtied,butI'veswornmyoathtohimaswellasyo':there'sthingsIwilldo,andthere'sthingsIwon't。Kissmeoncemore。Godhelpme,he'sgone!'
  chapter34CHAPTERXXXIVARECKLESSRECRUITShelayacrossachair,herarmshelplesslystretchedout,herfaceunseen。
  Everynowandthenathrill'ranthroughherbody:shewastalkingtoherselfallthetimewithincessantlowincontinenceofwords。
  Philipstoodnearher,motionless:hedidnotknowwhethershewasconsciousofhispresence;infact,heknewnothingbutthatheandsheweresunderedforever;hecouldonlytakeinthatoneidea,anditnumbedallotherthought。
  Oncemoreherbabycriedforthecomfortshealonecouldgive。
  Sherosetoherfeet,butstaggeredwhenshetriedtowalk;herglazedeyesfelluponPhilipasheinstinctivelymadeasteptoholdhersteady。
  Nolightcameintohereyesanymorethanifshehadlookeduponaperfectstranger;notevenwastherethecontractionofdislike。Someotherfigurefilledhermind,andshesawhimnomorethanshesawtheinanimatetable。
  Thatwayoflookingathimwitheredhimupmorethananysignofaversionwouldhavedone。
  Hewatchedherlaboriouslyclimbthestairs,andvanishoutofsight;
  andsatdownwithasuddenfeelingofextremebodilyweakness。
  Thedoorofcommunicationbetweentheparlourandtheshopwasopened。
  ThatwasthefirsteventofwhichPhiliptooknote;butPhoebehadcomeinunawarestohim,withtheintentionofremovingthebreakfastthingsonherreturnfrommarket,andseeingthemunused,andknowingthatSylviahadsateupallnightwithhermother,shehadgonebacktothekitchen。
  Philiphadneitherseennorheardher。
  NowCoulsoncamein,amazedatHepburn'snon—appearanceintheshop。
  'Why!Philip,what'sado?Howillyo'look,man!'exclaimedhe,thoroughlyalarmedbyPhilip'sghastlyappearance。'What'sthematter?'
  'I!'saidPhilip,slowlygatheringhisthoughts。'Whyshouldtherebeanythingthematter?'
  Hisinstinct,quickertoactthanhisreason,madehimshrinkfromhismiserybeingnoticed,muchmoremadeanysubjectforexplanationorsympathy。
  'Theremaybenothingthematterwi'thee,'saidCoulson,'butthou'sthelookofacorpseonthyface。Iwasafearedsomethingwaswrong,forit'shalf—pastnine,andtheesopunctual!'
  HealmostguardedPhilipintotheshop,andkeptfurtivelywatching。
  him,andperplexinghimselfwithPhilip'sodd,strangeways。
  Hester,too,observedtheheavybroken—downexpressiononPhilip'sashenface,andherheartachedforhim;butafterthatfirstglance,whichtoldhersomuch,sheavoidedallappearanceofnoticingorwatching。Onlyashadowbroodedoverhersweet,calmface,andonceortwiceshesighedtoherself。
  Itwasmarket—day,andpeoplecameinandout,bringingtheirstoreofgossipfromthecountry,orthetown——fromthefarmorthequay—side。
  Amongthepiecesofnews,therescueofthesmackthenightbeforefurnishedalargetopic;andby—and—byPhilipheardanamethatstartledhimintoattention。
  Thelandladyofasmallpublic—housemuchfrequentedbysailorswastalkingtoCoulson。
  'TherewasasailoraboardofherasknowedKinraidbysight,inShields,yearsago;andhecalledhimbyhisnameaforetheywerewellouto't'
  river。AndKinraidwasnowayssetup,forallhislieutenant'suniform(andeh!buttheysayhelookshandsomeinit!);buthetells'mallaboutit——howhewaspressedaboardaman—o'—war,an'forhisgoodconductweremadeawarrantofficer,boatswain,orsomething!'
  Allthepeopleintheshopwerelisteningnow;Philipaloneseemedengrossedinfoldingupapieceofcloth,soastoleavenopossiblechanceofcreasesinit;yethelostnotasyllableofthegoodwoman'snarration。
  She,pleasedwiththeenlargedaudiencehertalehadattracted,wentonwithfreshvigour。
  'An'there'sagallantcaptain,oneSirSidneySmith,andhe'danotiono'goin'smackintoaFrenchport,an'carryin'offavesselfromrightundertheirverynoses;an'sayshe,"Whichofyo'Britishsailors'llgoalongwithmetodeathorglory?"SoKinraidstandsuplikeaman,an'
  "I'llgowithyo',captain,"hesays。Sothey,an'someothersasbrave,wentoff,an'didtheirwork,an'choosewhativeritwas,theydiditfamously;
  buttheygotcaughtbythemFrench,an'wereclappedintoprisoni'Franceforiversolong;butatlastonePhilip——Philipsomethin'(hewereaFrenchman,Iknow)——helped'emtoescape,inafishin'—boat。Buttheywerewelcomedbyth'wholeBritishsquadronaswasi't'Channelfort'pieceofdaringthey'ddonei'cuttin'outt'shipfromaFrenchport;an'CaptainSirSidneySmithwasmadeanadmiral,an'himasweusedt'callCharleyKinraid,thespecksioneer,ismadealieutenant,an'acommissionedofficeri't'
  King'sservice;andiscometogreatglory,andslepinmyhousethisveryblessednightasisjustpast!'
  AmurmurofapplauseandinterestandrejoicingbuzzedallaroundPhilip。
  AllthiswaspubliclyknownaboutKinraid,——andhowmuchmore?AllMonkshavenmightheartomorrow——nay,to—day——ofPhilip'streacherytotheheroofthehour;howhehadconcealedhisfate,andsupplantedhiminhislove。
  Philipshrankfromtheburstofpopularindignationwhichheknewmustfollow。Anywrongdonetoonewhostandsonthepinnacleofthepeople'sfavourisresentedbyeachindividualasapersonalinjury;andamongaprimitivesetofcountry—folk,whorecognizethewildpassioninlove,asitexistsuntamedbythetrammelsofreasonandself—restraint,anystoryofbaulkedaffections,ortreacheryinsuchmatters,spreadslikewildfire。
  Philipknewthisquitewell;hisdoomofdisgracelayplainbeforehim,ifonlyKinraidspoketheword。Hisheadwasbentdownwhilehethuslistenedandreflected。Hehalfresolvedondoingsomething;helifteduphishead,caughtthereflectionofhisfaceinthelittlestripofglassontheoppositeside,inwhichthewomenmightlookatthemselvesintheircontemplatedpurchases,andquiteresolved。
  Thesighthesawinthemirrorwashisownlong,sad,paleface,madeplainerandgrayerbytheheavypressureofthemorning'sevents。Hesawhisstoopingfigure,hisroundedshoulders,withsomethinglikeafeelingofdisgustathispersonalappearanceasherememberedthesquare,uprightbuildofKinraid;hisfineuniform,withepauletteandsword—belt;hishandsomebrownface;hisdarkeyes,splendidwiththefireofpassionandindignation;hiswhiteteeth,gleamingoutwiththeterriblesmileofscorn。
  ThecomparisondrovePhilipfrompassivehopelessnesstoactivedespair。
  Hewentabruptlyfromthecrowdedshopintotheemptyparlour,andonintothekitchen,wherehetookupapieceofbread,andheedlessofPhoebe'slookandwords,begantoeatitbeforeheevenlefttheplace;forheneededthestrengththatfoodwouldgive;heneededittocarryhimoutofthesightandtheknowledgeofallwhomighthearwhathehaddone,andpointtheirfingersathim。
  Hepausedamomentintheparlour,andthen,settinghisteethtighttogether,hewentupstairs。
  Firstofallhewentintothebitofaroomopeningoutoftheirs,inwhichhisbabyslept。Hedearlylovedthechild,andmanyatimewouldruninandplayawhilewithit;andinsuchgambolsheandSylviahadpassedtheirhappiestmomentsofweddedlife。
  ThelittleBellawashavinghermorningslumber;Nancyusedtotelllongafterwardshowhekneltdownbythesideofhercot,andwassostrangeshethoughthemusthaveprayed,forallitwasnighuponeleveno'clock,andfolkintheirsensesonlysaidtheirprayerswhentheygotup,andwhentheywenttobed。
  Thenherose,andstoopedover,andgavethechildalong,lingering,soft,fondkiss。
  Andontip—toehepassedawayintotheroomwherehisauntlay;hisauntwhohadbeensotrueafriendtohim!Hewasthankfultoknowthatinherpresentstateshewassafefromtheknowledgeofwhatwaspast,safefromthesoundoftheshametocome。
  HehadnotmeanttoseeSylviaagain;hedreadedthelookofherhatred,herscorn,butthere,outsidehermother'sbed,shelay,apparentlyasleep。
  MrsRobson,too,wassleeping,herfacetowardsthewall。Philipcouldnothelpit;hewenttohaveonelastlookathiswife。Shewasturnedtowardshermother,herfaceavertedfromhim;hecouldseethetear—stains,theswolleneyelids,thelipsyetquivering:hestoopeddown,andbenttokissthelittlehandthatlaylistlessbyherside。Ashishotbreathnearedthathanditwastwitchedaway,andashiverranthroughthewholeprostratebody。Andthenheknewthatshewasnotasleep,onlywornoutbyhermisery,——miserythathehadcaused。
  Hesighedheavily;buthewentaway,downstairs,andawayforever。
  Onlyasheenteredtheparlourhiseyescaughtontwosilhouettes,oneofhimself,oneofSylvia,doneinthefirstmonthoftheirmarriage,bysomewanderingartist,ifsohecouldbecalled。Theywerehangingagainstthewallinlittleovalwoodenframes;blackprofiles,withthelightsdoneingold;aboutaspoorsemblancesofhumanityascouldbeconceived;
  butPhilipwentup,andafterlookingforaminuteorsoatSylvia's,hetookitdown,andbuttonedhiswaistcoatoverit。
  Itwastheonlythinghetookawayfromhishome。
  Hewentdowntheentryontothequay。Theriverwasthere,andwaters,theysay,havealuringpower,andaweirdpromiseofrestintheirperpetualmonotonyofsound。Butmanypeoplewerethere,ifsuchatemptationpresenteditselftoPhilip'smind;thesightofhisfellow—townsmen,perhapsofhisacquaintances,drovehimupanotherentry——thetownisburrowedwithsuch——backintotheHighStreet,whichhestraightwaycrossedintoawell—knowncourt,outofwhichroughstepsledtothesummitofthehill,andontothefellsandmoorsbeyond。
  Heplungedandpantedupthisroughascent。Fromthetophecouldlookdownonthewholetownlyingbelow,severedbythebrightshiningriverintotwoparts。Totherightlaythesea,shimmeringandheaving;thereweretheclusterofmastsrisingoutofthelittleport;theirregularroofsofthehouses;whichofthem,thoughthe,ashecarriedhiseyealongthequay—sidetothemarket—place,whichofthemwashis?andhesingleditoutinitsunfamiliaraspect,andsawthethinbluesmokerisingfromthekitchenchimney,whereevennowPhoebewascookingthehouseholdmealthathenevermoremustshare。
  Upatthatthoughtandaway,heknewnotnorcarednotwhither。Hewentthroughtheploughedfieldswherethecornwasnewlyspringing;hecamedownuponthevastsunnysea,andturnedhisbackuponitwithloathing;
  hemadehiswayinlandtothehighgreenpastures;theshortuplandturfabovewhichthelarkshungpoised'atheaven'sgate。'Hestrodealong,sostraightandheedlessofbriarandbush,thatthewildblackcattleceasedfromgrazing,andlookedafterhimwiththeirgreatblankpuzzledeyes。
  Hehadpassedallenclosuresandstonefencesnow,andwasfairlyonthedesolatebrownmoors;throughthewitheredlastyear'slingandfern,throughthepricklygorse,hetramped,crushingdownthetendershootsofthisyear'sgrowth,andheedlessofthestartledplover'scry,goadedbythefuries。Hisonlyrelieffromthought,fromtheremembranceofSylvia'slooksandwords,wasinviolentbodilyaction。
  Sohewentontilleveningshadowsandruddyeveninglightscameoutuponthewildfells。
  Hehadcrossedroadsandlanes,withabitteravoidanceofmen'stracks;
  butnowthestronginstinctofself—preservationcameout,andhisachinglimbs,hiswearyheart,givinggreatpantsandbeatsforatime,andthenceasingaltogethertillamistswamandquiveredbeforehisachingeyes,warnedhimthathemustfindsomeshelterandfood,orliedowntodie。
  Hefelldownnow,often;stumblingovertheslightestobstacle。Hehadpassedthecattlepastures;hewasamongtheblack—facedsheep;andthey,too,ceasednibbling,andlookedafterhim,andsomehow,inhispoorwanderingimagination,theirsillyfacesturnedtolikenessesofMonks—havenpeople——peoplewhooughttobefar,faraway。
  'Thou'llbebelatedonthesefells,ifthoudoesn'ttak'heed,'shoutedsomeone。
  Philiplookedabroadtoseewhencethevoiceproceeded。
  Anoldstiff—leggedshepherd,inasmock—frock,waswithinacoupleofhundredyards。Philipdidnotanswer,butstaggeredandstumbledtowardshim。
  'Goodlork!'saidtheman,'wheerehasttabeen?Thou'sseenOudHarry,Ithink,thoulookssoscared。'
  Philipralliedhimself,andtriedtospeakuptotheoldstandardofrespectability;buttheeffortwaspitifultosee,hadanyonebeenby,whocouldhaveunderstoodthepainitcausedtorestraincriesofbodilyandmentalagony。
  'I'velostmyway,that'sall。'
  ''Twouldha'beenenough,too,I'mthinkin',ifIhadn'tcomeoutaftert'ewes。There'st'ThreeGriffinsnearathand:asupo'Hollands'llsettheetoreeghts。'
  Philipfollowedfaintly。Hecouldnotseebeforehim,andwasguidedbythesoundoffootstepsratherthanbythesightofthefiguremovingonwards。Hekeptstumbling;andheknewthattheoldshepherdsworeathim;buthealsoknewsuchcursesproceededfromnoill—will,onlyfromannoyanceatthedelayingoingand'seem'aftert'ewes。'Buthadtheman'swordsconveyedtheutmostexpressionofhatred,Philipwouldneitherhavewonderedatthem,norresentedthem。
  Theycameintoawildmountainroad,unfencedfromthefells。Ahundredyardsoff,andtherewasasmallpublic—house,withabroadruddyoblongoffirelightshiningacrossthetract。
  'Theere!'saidtheoldman。'Theecannotwellmissthat。Adunnotho',theebeessichagawby。'
  Sohewenton,anddeliveredPhilipsafelyuptothelandlord。
  'Here'safellyasafundont'fellside,justasoneasifheweredrunk;buthe'ssoberenough,areckon,onlysummat'swrongi'hishead,a'mthinkin'。'
  'No!'saidPhilip,sittingdownonthefirstchairhecameto。'I'mrightenough;justfairlyweariedout:lostmyway,'andhefainted。
  Therewasarecruitingsergeantofmarinessittinginthehouse—place,drinking。He,too,likePhilip,hadlosthisway;butwasturninghisblundertoaccountbytellingallmannerofwonderfulstoriestotwoorthreerusticswhohadcomeinreadytodrinkonanypretence;especiallyiftheycouldgetgoodliquorwithoutpayingforit。
  ThesergeantroseasPhilipfellback,andbroughtuphisownmugofbeer,intowhichanogginofginhadbeenput(calledinYorkshire'dog's—nose')。
  HepartlypouredandpartlyspiltsomeofthisbeverageonPhilip'sface;
  somedropswentthroughthepaleandpartedlips,andwithastarttheworn—outmanrevived。
  'Bringhimsomevictual,landlord,'calledouttherecruitingsergeant。
  'I'llstandshot。'
  Theybroughtsomecoldbaconandcoarseoat—cake。Thesergeantaskedforpepperandsalt;mincedthefoodfineandmadeitsavoury,andkeptadministeringitbyteaspoonfuls;urgingPhiliptodrinkfromtimetotimefromhisowncupofdog's—nose。
  Aburningthirst,whichneedednostimulantfromeitherpepperorsalt,tookpossessionofPhilip,andhedrankfreely,scarcelyrecognizingwhathedrank。Ittookeffectononesohabituallysober;andhewassooninthatstatewhentheImaginationworkswildlyandfreely。
  Hesawthesergeantbeforehim,handsome,andbright,andactive,inhisgayreduniform,withoutacare,asitseemedtoPhilip,takinglifelightly;admiredandrespectedeverywherebecauseofhiscloth。
  IfPhilipweregay,andbrisk,well—dressedlikehim,returningwithmartialglorytoMonkshaven,wouldnotSylvialovehimoncemore?Couldnothewinherheart?Hewasbravebynature,andtheprospectofdangerdidnotdaunthim,ifeveritpresenteditselftohisimagination。
  Hethoughthewascautiousinenteringonthesubjectofenlistmentwithhisnewfriend,thesergeant;butthelatterwastwentytimesascunningashe,andknewbyexperiencehowtobaithishook。
  Philipwasolderbysomeyearsthantheregulationage;but,atthattimeofgreatdemandformen,thequestionofagewaslightlyentertained。
  Thesergeantwasprofuseinstatementsoftheadvantagespresentedtoamanofeducationinhisbranchoftheservice;howsuchaonewassuretorise;infact,itwouldhaveseemedfromthesergeant'saccount,asthoughthedifficultyconsistedinremainingintheranks。
  Philip'sdizzyheadthoughtthesubjectoverandoveragain,eachtimewithfailingpowerofreason。
  Atlength,almost,asitwouldseem,bysomesleightofhand,hefoundthefatalshillinginhispalm,andhadpromisedtogobeforethenearestmagistratetobesworninasoneofhisMajesty'smarinesthenextmorning。
  Andafterthatherememberednothingmore。
  Hewakenedupinalittletruckle—bedinthesameroomasthesergeant,wholaysleepingthesleepoffullcontentment;whilegradually,dropbydrop,thebitterrecollectionsofthedaybeforecame,fillingupPhilip'scupofagony。
  Heknewthathehadreceivedthebounty—money;andthoughhewasawarethathehadbeenpartlytrickedintoit,andhadnohope,nocare,indeed,foranyoftheadvantagessoliberallypromisedhimthenightbefore,yethewasresigned,withutterlydespondentpassiveness,tothefatetowhichhehadpledgedhimself。Anythingwaswelcomethatseveredhimfromhisformerlife,thatcouldmakehimforgetit,ifthatwerepossible;andalsowelcomeanythingwhichincreasedthechancesofdeathwithoutthesinfulnessofhisownparticipationintheact。Hefoundinthedarkrecessofhismindthedeadbodyofhisfancyofthepreviousnight;thathemightcomehome,handsomeandglorious,towinthelovethathadneverbeenhis。
  Butheonlysighedoverit,andputitasideoutofhissight——sofullofdespairwashe。Hecouldeatnobreakfast,thoughthesergeantorderedofthebest。Thelatterkeptwatchinghisnewrecruitoutofthecornerofhiseye,expectingaremonstrance,ordreadingasuddenbolt。
  ButPhilipwalkedwithhimthetwoorthreemilesinthemostsubmissivesilence,neverutteringasyllableofregretorrepentance;andbeforeJusticeCholmley,ofHolm—FellHall,hewasswornintohisMajesty'sservice,underthenameofStephenFreeman。Withanewname,hebegananewlife。
  Alas!theoldlifelivesforever!
  chapter35CHAPTERXXXVTHINGSUNUTTERABLEAfterPhiliphadpassedoutoftheroom,Sylvialayperfectlystill,fromveryexhaustion。Hermotherslepton,happilyunconsciousofalltheturmoilthathadtakenplace;yes,happily,thoughtheheavysleepwastoendindeath。Butofthisherdaughterknewnothing,imaginingthatitwasrefreshingslumber,insteadofanebbingoflife。BothmotheranddaughterlaymotionlesstillPhoebeenteredtheroomtotellSylviathatdinnerwasonthetable。
  ThenSylviasateup,andputbackherhair,bewilderedanduncertainastowhatwastobedonenext;howsheshouldmeetthehusbandtowhomshehaddiscardedallallegiance,repudiatedthesolemnpromiseofloveandobediencewhichshehadvowed。
  Phoebecameintotheroom,withnaturalinterestintheinvalid,scarcelyolderthanherself。
  'Howist'oldlady?'askedshe,inalowvoice。
  Sylviaturnedherheadroundtolook;hermotherhadnevermoved,butwasbreathinginalouduncomfortablemanner,thatmadeherstoopoverhertoseetheavertedfacemorenearly。
  'Phoebe!'shecried,'comehere!Shelooksstrangeandodd;hereyesareopen,butdon'tseeme。Phoebe!Phoebe!'
  'Sureenough,she'sinabadway!'saidPhoebe,climbingstifflyontothebedtohaveanearerview。Holdherheadalittleupt'easeherbreathin'whileIgoformaster;he'llbeforsendin'fort'doctor,I'llbebound。'
  Sylviatookhermother'sheadandlaiditfondlyonherbreast,speakingtoherandtryingtorouseher;butitwasofnoavail:thehard,stertorousbreathinggrewworseandworse。
  Sylviacriedoutforhelp;Nancycame,thebabyinherarms。Theyhadbeeninseveraltimesbeforethatmorning;andthechildcamesmilingandcrowingatitsmother,whowassupportingherowndyingparent。
  'Oh,Nancy;'saidSylvia;'whatisthematterwithmother?yo'canseeherface;tellmequick!'
  Nancysetthebabyonthebedforallreply,andranoutoftheroom,cryingout,'Master!master!Comequick!T'oldmissusisa—dying!'
  ThisappearedtobenonewstoSylvia,andyetthewordscameonherwithagreatshock,butforallthatshecouldnotcry;shewassurprisedherselfatherowndeadnessoffeeling。
  Herbabycrawledtoher,andshehadtoholdandguardbothhermotherandherchild。Itseemedalong,longtimebeforeanyonecame,andthensheheardmuffledvoices,andaheavytramp:itwasPhoebeleadingthedoctorupstairs,andNancycreepinginbehindtohearhisopinion。
  Hedidnotaskmanyquestions,andPhoeberepliedmorefrequentlytohisinquiriesthandidSylvia,wholookedintohisfacewithablank,tearless,speechlessdespair,thatgavehimmorepainthanthesightofherdyingmother。
  ThelongdecayofMrsRobson'sfacultiesandhealth,ofwhichhewaswellaware,hadinacertainmannerpreparedhimforsomesuchsuddenterminationofthelifewhosedurationwashardlydesirable,althoughhegaveseveraldirectionsastohertreatment;butthewhite,pinchedface,thegreatdilatedeye,theslowcomprehensionoftheyoungerwoman,struckhimwithalarm;andhewentonaskingforvariousparticulars,morewithaviewofrousingSylvia,ifevenitweretotears,thanforanyotherpurposethattheinformationthusobtainedcouldanswer。
  'Youhadbesthavepillowsproppedupbehindher——itwillnotbeforlong;shedoesnotknowthatyouareholdingher,anditisonlytiringyoutonopurpose!'
  Sylvia'sterriblestarecontinued;heputhisadviceintoaction,andgentlytriedtoloosenherclasp,andtenderhold。Thissheresisted;layinghercheekagainstherpoormother'sunconsciousface。
  'WhereisHepburn?'saidhe。'Heoughttobehere!'
  PhoebelookedatNancy,NancyatPhoebe。Itwasthelatterwhoreplied,'He'sneitheri't'housenori't'shop。Aseedhimgopastt'kitchenwindowbetternoranhourago;butneitherWilliamCoulsonorHesterRoseknowswherehe'sgoneto。
  DrMorgan'slipswerepuckeredupintoawhistle,buthemadenosound。
  'Givemebaby!'hesaid,suddenly。Nancyhadtakenherupoffthebedwhereshehadbeensitting,encircledbyhermother'sarm。Thenursemaidgavehertothedoctor。Hewatchedthemother'seye,itfollowedherchild,andhewasrejoiced。Hegavealittlepinchtothebaby'ssoftflesh,andshecriedoutpiteously;againthesameaction,thesameresult。Sylvialaidhermotherdown,andstretchedoutherarmsforherchild,hushingit,andmoaningoverit。
  'Sofarsogood!'saidDrMorgantohimself。'Butwhereisthehusband?
  Heoughttobehere。'HewentdownstairstomakeinquiryforPhilip;thatpooryoungcreature,aboutwhosehealthhehadneverfeltthoroughlysatisfiedsincethefeverafterherconfinement,wasinananxiouscondition,andwithaninevitableshockawaitingher。Herhusbandoughttobewithher,andsupportinghertobearit。
  DrMorganwentintotheshop。Hesteralonewasthere。Coulsonhadgonetohiscomfortabledinnerathiswell—orderedhouse,withhiscommon—placewife。IfhehadfeltanxiousaboutPhilip'slooksandstrangedisappearance,hehadalsomanagedtoaccountfortheminsomeindifferentway。
  Hesterwasalonewiththeshop—boy;fewpeoplecameinduringtheuniversalMonkshavendinner—hour。Shewasrestingherheadonherhand,andpuzzledanddistressedaboutmanythings——allthatwasimpliedbytheproceedingsoftheeveningbeforebetweenPhilipandSylvia;andthatwasconfirmedbyPhilip'smiserablelooksandstrangeabstractedwaysto—day。Oh!howeasyHesterwouldhavefoundittomakehimhappy!notmerelyhoweasy,butwhathappinessitwouldhavebeentohertomergehereverywishintotheonegreatobjectoffulfilinghiswill。Toher,anon—looker,thecourseofmarriedlife,whichshouldleadtoperfecthappiness,seemedtoplain!
  Alas!itisoftenso!andtheresistingforceswhichmakeallsuchharmonyanddelightimpossiblearenotrecognizedbythebystanders,hardlybytheactors。Butiftheseresistingforcesareonlysuperficial,orconstitutional,theyarebutthenecessarydisciplinehere,anddonotradicallyaffectthelovewhichwillmakeallthingsrightinheaven。
  SomeglimmeringofthislattercomfortingtruthsheditslightonHester'stroubledthoughtsfromtimetotime。Butagain,howeasywouldithavebeentohertotreadthemazethatledtoPhilip'shappiness;andhowdifficultitseemedtothewifehehadchosen!
  ShewasarousedbyDrMorgan'svoice。
  'SobothCoulsonandHepburnhavelefttheshoptoyourcare,Hester。
  IwantHepburn,though;hiswifeisinaveryanxiousstate。Whereishe?
  canyoutellme?'
  'Sylviainananxiousstate!I'venotseenherto—day,butlastnightshelookedaswellascouldbe。'