首页 >出版文学> The Way of All Flesh>第66章
  OnthewallsofhisbedroomwereaseriesofFrenchRevolutionprintsrepresentingeventsinthelifeofLycurgus。Therewas“Grandeurd’amedeLycurgue。”and“Lycurgueconsultel’oracle。”andthentherewas“CalciopealaCour。”UnderthiswaswritteninFrenchandSpanish:“Modeledegraceetdebeaute,lajeuneCalciopenonmoinssagequebelleavaitmeritel’estimeetl’attachementduvertueuxLycurgue。Vivementeprisdetantdecharmes,l’illustrephilosophelaconduisaitdansletempledeJunon,ouilss’unirentparunsermentsacre。Aprescetteaugusteceremonie,Lycurgues’empressadeconduiresajeuneepouseaupalaisdesonfrerePolydecte,RoideLacedemon。Seigneur,luidit-il,lavertueuseCalciopevientderecevoirmesvoeuxauxpiedsdesautels,j’osevousprierd’approuvercetteunion。LeRoitemoignad’abordquelquesurprise,maisl’estimequ’ilavaitpoursonfrereluiinspiraunereponsepleinedebeinveillance。Ils’approchaaussitotdeCalciopequ’ilembrassatendrement,comblaensuiteLycurguedeprevenancesetparuttressatisfait。”
  HecalledmyattentiontothisandthensaidsomewhattimidlythathewouldratherhavemarriedEllenthanCalciope。Isawhewashardeningandmadenohesitationaboutproposingthatinanotherdayortwoweshouldproceeduponourjourney。
  Iwillnotwearythereaderbytakinghimwithusoverbeatenground。WestoppedatSiena,Cortona,Orvieto,Perugiaandmanyothercities,andthenafterafortnightpassedbetweenRomeandNapleswenttotheVenetianprovincesandvisitedallthosewondroustownsthatliebetweenthesouthernslopesoftheAlpsandthenorthernonesoftheApennines,comingbackatlastbytheS。
  Gothard。IdoubtwhetherhehadenjoyedthetripmorethanIdidmyself,butitwasnottillwewereonthepointofreturningthatErnesthadrecoveredstrengthenoughtobecalledfairlywell,anditwasnotformanymonthsthathesocompletelylostallsenseofthewoundswhichthelastfouryearshadinflictedonhimastofeelasthoughtherewereascarandascaronlyremaining。
  Theysaythatwhenpeoplehavelostanarmorafoottheyfeelpainsinitnowandagainforalongwhileaftertheyhavelostit。OnepainwhichhehadalmostforgottencameuponhimonhisreturntoEngland,Imeanthestingofhishavingbeenimprisoned。Aslongashewasonlyasmallshop-keeperhisimprisonmentmatterednothing;
  nobodyknewofit,andiftheyhadknowntheywouldnothavecared;
  now,however,thoughhewasreturningtohisoldpositionhewasreturningtoitdisgraced,andthepainfromwhichhehadbeensavedinthefirstinstancebysurroundingssonewthathehadhardlyrecognisedhisownidentityinthemiddleofthem,cameonhimasfromawoundinflictedyesterday。
  Hethoughtofthehighresolveswhichhehadmadeinprisonaboutusinghisdisgraceasavantagegroundofstrengthratherthantryingtomakepeopleforgetit。“Thatwasallverywellthen。”hethoughttohimself,“whenthegrapeswerebeyondmyreach,butnowitisdifferent。”Besides,whobutaprigwouldsethimselfhighaims,ormakehighresolvesatall?
  Someofhisoldfriends,onlearningthathehadgotridofhissupposedwifeandwasnowcomfortablyoffagain,wantedtorenewtheiracquaintance;hewasgratefultothemandsometimestriedtomeettheiradvanceshalfway,butitdidnotdo,anderelongheshrankbackintohimself,pretendingnottoknowthem。Aninfernaldemonofhonestyhauntedhimwhichmadehimsaytohimself:“Thesemenknowagreatdeal,butdonotknowall——iftheydidtheywouldcutme——andthereforeIhavenorighttotheiracquaintance。”
  Hethoughtthateveryoneexcepthimselfwassanspeuretsansreproche。Ofcoursetheymustbe,foriftheyhadnotbeen,wouldtheynothavebeenboundtowarnallwhohadanythingtodowiththemoftheirdeficiencies?Well,hecouldnotdothis,andhewouldnothavepeople’sacquaintanceunderfalsepretences,sohegaveupevenhankeringafterrehabilitationandfellbackuponhisoldtastesformusicandliterature。
  Ofcoursehehaslongsincefoundouthowsillyallthiswas,howsillyImeanintheory,forinpracticeitworkedbetterthanitoughttohavedone,bykeepinghimfreefromliaisonswhichwouldhavetiedhistongueandmadehimseesuccesselsewherethanwherehecameintimetoseeit。Hedidwhathedidinstinctivelyandfornootherreasonthanbecauseitwasmostnaturaltohim。Sofarashethoughtatall,hethoughtwrong,butwhathedidwasright。I
  saidsomethingofthiskindtohimoncenotsoverylongago,andtoldhimhehadalwaysaimedhigh。“Ineveraimedatall。”herepliedalittleindignantly,“andyoumaybesureIshouldhaveaimedlowenoughifIhadthoughtIhadgotthechance。”
  Isupposeafterallthatnoonewhosemindwasnot,toputitmildly,abnormal,everyetaimedveryhighoutofpuremaliceaforethought。Ioncesawaflyalightonacupofhotcoffeeonwhichthemilkhadformedathinskin;heperceivedhisextremedanger,andInotedwithwhatamplestridesandalmostsupermuscanefforthestruckacrossthetreacheroussurfaceandmadefortheedgeofthecup——forthegroundwasnotsolidenoughtolethimraisehimselffromitbyhiswings。AsIwatchedhimIfanciedthatsosupremeamomentofdifficultyanddangermightleavehimwithanincreaseofmoralandphysicalpowerwhichmightevendescendinsomemeasuretohisoffspring。Butsurelyhewouldnothavegottheincreasedmoralpowerifhecouldhavehelpedit,andhewillnotknowinglyalightuponanothercupofhotcoffee。ThemoreIseethemoresureIamthatitdoesnotmatterwhypeopledotherightthingsolongonlyastheydoit,norwhytheymayhavedonethewrongiftheyhavedoneit。Theresultdependsuponthethingdoneandthemotivegoesfornothing。Ihavereadsomewhere,butcannotrememberwhere,thatinsomecountrydistricttherewasonceagreatscarcityoffood,duringwhichthepoorsufferedacutely;manyindeedactuallydiedofstarvation,andallwerehardputtoit。Inonevillage,however,therewasapoorwidowwithafamilyofyoungchildren,who,thoughshehadsmallvisiblemeansofsubsistence,stilllookedwell-fedandcomfortable,asalsodidallherlittleones。“How。”everyoneasked,“didtheymanagetolive?”Itwasplaintheyhadasecret,anditwasequallyplainthatitcouldbenogoodone;fortherecameahurried,huntedlookoverthepoorwoman’sfaceifanyonealludedtothewayinwhichsheandhersthrovewhenothersstarved;thefamily,moreover,weresometimesseenoutatunusualhoursofthenight,andevidentlybroughtthingshome,whichcouldhardlyhavebeenhonestlycomeby。Theyknewtheywereundersuspicion,and,beinghithertoofexcellentname,itmadethemveryunhappy,foritmustbeconfessedthattheybelievedwhattheydidtobeuncannyifnotabsolutelywicked;nevertheless,inspiteofthistheythrove,andkepttheirstrengthwhenalltheirneighbourswerepinched。
  Atlengthmatterscametoaheadandtheclergymanoftheparishcross-questionedthepoorwomansocloselythatwithmanytearsandabittersenseofdegradationsheconfessedthetruth;sheandherchildrenwentintothehedgesandgatheredsnails,whichtheymadeintobrothandate——couldsheeverbeforgiven?Wasthereanyhopeofsalvationforhereitherinthisworldorthenextaftersuchunnaturalconduct?
  SoagainIhaveheardofanolddowagercountesswhosemoneywasallinConsols;shehadhadmanysons,andinheranxietytogivetheyoungeronesagoodstart,wantedalargerincomethanConsolswouldgiveher。SheconsultedhersolicitorandwasadvisedtosellherConsolsandinvestintheLondonandNorth-WesternRailway,thenatabout85。ThiswastoherwhateatingsnailswastothepoorwidowwhosestoryIhavetoldabove。Withshameandgrief,asofonedoinganuncleanthing——butherboysmusthavetheirstart——shedidasshewasadvised。Thenforalongwhileshecouldnotsleepatnightandwashauntedbyapresageofdisaster。Yetwhathappened?
  Shestartedherboys,andinafewyearsfoundhercapitaldoubledintothebargain,onwhichshesoldoutandwentbackagaintoConsolsanddiedinthefullblessednessoffund-holding。
  Shethought,indeed,thatshewasdoingawronganddangerousthing,butthishadabsolutelynothingtodowithit。SupposeshehadinvestedinthefullconfidenceofarecommendationbysomeeminentLondonbankerwhoseadvicewasbad,andsohadlostallhermoney,andsupposeshehaddonethiswithalightheartandwithnoconvictionofsin——wouldherinnocenceofevilpurposeandtheexcellenceofhermotivehavestoodherinanystead?Notthey。
  Buttoreturntomystory。Towneleygavemyheromosttrouble。
  Towneley,asIhavesaid,knewthatErnestwouldhavemoneysoon,butErnestdidnotofcourseknowthatheknewit。Towneleywasrichhimself,andwasmarriednow;Ernestwouldberichsoon,hadbonafideintendedtobemarriedalready,andwoulddoubtlessmarryalawfulwifelateron。Suchamanwasworthtakingpainswith,andwhenTowneleyonedaymetErnestinthestreet,andErnesttriedtoavoidhim,Towneleywouldnothaveit,butwithhisusualquickgoodnaturereadhisthoughts,caughthim,morallyspeaking,bythescruffofhisneck,andturnedhimlaughinglyinsideout,tellinghimhewouldhavenosuchnonsense。
  TowneleywasjustasmuchErnest’sidolnowashehadeverbeen,andErnest,whowasveryeasilytouched,feltmoregratefullyandwarmlythanevertowardshim,buttherewasanunconscioussomethingwhichwasstrongerthanTowneley,andmademyherodeterminetobreakwithhimmoredeterminedlyperhapsthanwithanyotherlivingperson;hethankedhiminalowhurriedvoiceandpressedhishand,whiletearscameintohiseyesinspiteofallhiseffortstorepressthem。“Ifwemeetagain。”hesaid,“donotlookatme,butifhereafteryouhearofmewritingthingsyoudonotlike,thinkofmeascharitablyasyoucan。”andsotheyparted。
  “Towneleyisagoodfellow。”saidI,gravely,“andyoushouldnothavecuthim。”
  “Towneley。”heanswered,“isnotonlyagoodfellow,butheiswithoutexceptiontheverybestmanIeversawinmylife——except。”
  hepaidmethecomplimentofsaying,“yourself;TowneleyismynotionofeverythingwhichIshouldmostliketobe——butthereisnorealsolidaritybetweenus。IshouldbeinperpetualfearoflosinghisgoodopinionifIsaidthingshedidnotlike,andImeantosayagreatmanythings。”hecontinuedmoremerrily,“whichTowneleywillnotlike。”
  Aman,asIhavesaidalready,cangiveupfatherandmotherforChrist’ssaketolerablyeasilyforthemostpart,butitisnotsoeasytogiveuppeoplelikeTowneley。