`Ignorantlywhat?’inquiredMissHalcombesharply。
`Ignorantlyshockingyourfeelings,’saidMrDempster,lookingverymuchdiscomposed。
`Uponmyword,MrDempster,youpaymyfeelingsagreatcomplimentinthinkingthemweakenoughtobeshockedbysuchanurchinasthat!’SheturnedwithanairofsatiricaldefiancetolittleJacob,andbegantoquestionhimdirectly。`Come!’shesaid,`Imeantoknowallaboutthis。
Younaughtyboy,whendidyouseetheghost?’
`Yestere’en,atthegloaming,’repliedJacob。
`Oh!yousawityesterdayevening,inthetwilight?Andwhatwasitlike?’
`Arlinwhite——asaghaistshouldbe,’answeredtheghostseer,withaconfidencebeyondhisyears。
`Andwherewasit?’
`Awayyander,int’kirkyard——whereaghaistoughttobe。’
`Asa``ghaist’’shouldbe——wherea``ghaist’’oughttobe——why,youlittlefool,youtalkasifthemannersandcustomsofghostshadbeenfamiliartoyoufromyourinfancy!Youhavegotyourstoryatyourfingers’
ends,atanyrate。IsupposeIshallhearnextthatyoucanactuallytellmewhoseghostitwas?’
`Eh!butIjustcan,’repliedJacob,noddinghisheadwithanairofgloomytriumph。
MrDempsterhadalreadytriedseveraltimestospeakwhileMissHalcombewasexamininghispupil,andhenowinterposedresolutelyenoughtomakehimselfheard。
`Excuseme,MissHalcombe,’hesaid,`ifIventuretosaythatyouareonlyencouragingtheboybyaskinghimthesequestions。’
`Iwillmerelyaskonemore,MrDempster,andthenIshallbequitesatisfied。Well,’shecontinued,turningtotheboy,`andwhoseghostwasit?’
`T’ghaistofMistressFairlie,’answeredJacobinawhisper。
TheeffectwhichthisextraordinaryreplyproducedonMissHalcombefullyjustifiedtheanxietywhichtheschoolmasterhadshowntopreventherfromhearingit。Herfacecrimsonedwithindignation——sheturneduponlittleJacobwithanangrysuddennesswhichterrifiedhimintoafreshburstoftears——openedherlipstospeaktohim——thencontrolledherself,andaddressedthemasterinsteadoftheboy。
`Itisuseless,’shesaid,`toholdsuchachildasthatresponsibleforwhathesays。Ihavelittledoubtthattheideahasbeenputintohisheadbyothers。Iftherearepeopleinthisvillage,MrDempster,whohaveforgottentherespectandgratitudeduefromeverysoulinittomymother’smemory,Iwillfindthemout,andifIhaveanyinfluencewithMrFairlie,theyshallsufferforit。’
`Ihope——indeed。Iamsure,MissHalcombe——thatyouaremistaken。’
saidtheschoolmaster。`Thematterbeginsandendswiththeboy’sownperversityandfolly。Hesaw,orthoughthesaw,awomaninwhite,yesterdayevening,ashewaspassingthechurchyard;andthefigure。realorfancied,wasstandingbythemarblecross,whichheandeveryoneelseinLimmeridgeknowstohethemonumentoverMrsFairlie’sgrave。Thesetwocircumstancesaresurelysufficienttohavesuggestedtotheboyhimselftheanswerwhichhassonaturallyshockedyou?’
AlthoughMissHalcombedidnotseemtobeconvinced,sheevidentlyfeltthattheschoolmaster’sstatementofthecasewastoosensibletobeopenlycombated。Shemerelyrepliedbythankinghimforhisattention,andbypromisingtoseehimagainwhenherdoubtsweresatisfied。Thissaid,shebowed,andledthewayoutoftheschoolroom。
ThroughoutthewholeofthisstrangesceneIhadstoodapart,listeningattentively,anddrawingmyownconclusions。Assoonaswewerealoneagain,MissHalcombeaskedmeifIhadformedanyopiniononwhatIhadheard。
`Averystrongopinion,’Ianswered;`theboy’sstory,asIbelieve,hasafoundationinfact。IconfessIamanxioustoseethemonumentoverMrsFairlie’sgrave,andtoexaminethegroundaboutit。’
`Youshallseethegrave。’
Shepausedaftermakingthatreply,andreflectedalittleaswewalkedon。`Whathashappenedintheschoolroom,’sheresumed,`hassocompletelydistractedmyattentionfromthesubjectoftheletter,thatIfeelalittlebewilderedwhenItrytoreturntoit。Mustwegiveupallideaofmakinganyfurtherinquiries,andwaittoplacethethinginMrGilmore’shandstomorrow?’
`Bynomeans,MissHalcombe。Whathashappenedintheschoolroomencouragesmetopersevereintheinvestigation。’
`Whydoesitencourageyou?’
`BecauseitstrengthensasuspicionIfeltwhenyougavemethelettertoread。’
`Isupposeyouhadyourreasons,MrHartright,forconcealingthatsuspicionfrommetillthismoment?’
`Iwasafraidtoencourageitinmyself。Ithoughtitwasutterlypreposterous——Idistrusteditastheresultofsomeperversityinmyownimagination。
ButIcandosonolonger。Notonlytheboy’sownanswerstoyourquestions,butevenachanceexpressionthatdroppedfromtheschoolmaster’slipsinexplaininghisstory,haveforcedtheideahackintomymind。Eventsmayyetprovethatideatobeadelusion,MissHalcombe;butthebeliefisstronginme,atthismoment,thatthefanciedghostinthechurchyard,andthewriteroftheanonymousletter,areoneandthesameperson。’
Shestopped,turnedpale,andlookedmeeagerlyintheface,`Whatperson?’
`Theschoolmasterunconsciouslytoldyou。Whenhespokeofthefigurethattheboysawinthechurchyardhecalledit``awomaninwhite。’’’
`NotAnneCatherick?’
`Yes,AnneCatherick。’
Sheputherhandthroughmyarmandleanedonitheavily。
`Idon’tknowwhy,’shesaidinlowtones,`butthereissomethinginthissuspicionofyoursthatseemstostartleandunnerveme。Ifeel——’
Shestopped,andtriedtolaughitoff。`MrHartright,’shewenton,`I
willshowyouthegrave,andthengobackatoncetothehouse。IhadbetternotleaveLauratoolongalone。Ihadbettergobackandsitwithher。’
Wewereclosetothechurchyardwhenshespoke。Thechurch,adrearybuildingofgreystone,wassituatedinalittlevalley,soastobeshelteredfromthebleakwindsblowingoverthemoorlandallroundit。Theburial-groundadvanced,fromthesideofthechurch,alittlewayuptheslopeofthehill。Itwassurroundedbyarough,lowstonewall。andwasbareandopentothesky,exceptatoneextremity,whereabrooktrickleddownthestonyhillside,andaclumpofdwarftreesthrewtheirnarrowshadowsovertheshort,meagregrass。Justbeyondthebrookandthetrees,andnotfarfromoneofthethreestonestileswhichaffordedentrance,atvariouspoints,tothechurchyard,rosethewhitemarblecrossthatdistinguishedMrsFairlie’sgravefromthehumblermonumentsscatteredaboutit。
`Ineedgonofartherwithyou,’saidMissHalcombe,pointingtothegrave。`Youwillletmeknowifyoufindanythingtoconfirmtheideayouhavejustmentionedtome。Letusmeetagainatthehouse。’
Sheleftme。Idescendedatoncetothechurchyard,andcrossedthestilewhichleddirectlytoMrsFairlie’sgrave。
Thegrassaboutitwastooshort,andthegroundtoohard,toshowanymarksoffootsteps。Disappointedthusfar,Inextlookedattentivelyatthecross,andatthesquareblockofmarblebelowit,onwhichtheinscriptionwascut。
Thenaturalwhitenessofthecrosswasalittleclouded,hereandthere,byweatherstains,andrathermorethanonehalfofthesquareblockbeneathit。onthesidewhichboretheinscription,wasinthesamecondition。
Theotherhalf,however,attractedmyattentionatoncebyitssingularfreedomfromstainorimpurityofanykind。Ilookedcloser,andsawthatithadbeencleaned——recentlycleaned,inadownwarddirectionfromtoptobottom。Theboundarylinebetweenthepartthathadbeencleanedandthepartthathadnotwastraceablewherevertheinscriptionleftablankspaceofmarble——sharplytraceableasalinethathadbeenproducedbyartificialmeans。Whohadbegunthecleansingofthemarble,andwhohadleftitunfinished?
Ilookedaboutme,wonderinghowthequestionwastobesolved。NosignofahabitationcouldbediscernedfromthepointatwhichIwasstanding——theburial-groundwasleftinthelonelypossessionofthedead。Ireturnedtothechurch,andwalkedroundittillIcametothebackofthebuilding;
thencrossedtheboundarywallbeyond,byanotherofthestonestiles,andfoundmyselfattheheadofapathleadingdownintoadesertedstonequarry。Againstonesideofthequarryalittletwo-roomcottagewasbuilt,andjustoutsidethedooranoldwomanwasengagedinwashing。
Iwalkeduptoher,andenteredintoconversationaboutthechurchandburial-ground。Shewasreadyenoughtotalk,andalmostthefirstwordsshesaidinformedmethatherhusbandfilledthetwoofficesofclerkandsexton。IsaidafewwordsnextinpraiseofMrsFairlie’smonument。Theoldwomanshookherhead,andtoldmeIhadnotseenitatitsbest。Itwasherhusband’sbusinesstolookafterit,buthehadbeensoailingandweakformonthsandmonthspast,thathehadhardlybeenabletocrawlintochurchonSundaystodohisduty,andthemonumenthadbeenneglectedinconsequence。Hewasgettingalittlebetternow,andinaweekortendays’timehehopedtobestrongenoughtosettoworkandcleanit。
Thisinformation——extractedfromalongramblinganswerinthebroadestCumberlanddialect——toldmeallthatImostwantedtoknow。Igavethepoorwomanatrifle,andreturnedatoncetoLimmeridgeHouse。
Thepartialcleansingofthemonumenthadevidentlybeenaccomplishedbyastrangehand。ConnectingwhatIhaddiscovered,thusfar,withwhatIhadsuspectedafterhearingthestoryoftheghostseenattwilight,IwantednothingmoretoconfirmmyresolutiontowatchMrsFairlie’sgrave,insecret,thatevening,returningtoitatsunset,andwaitingwithinsightofittillthenightfell。Theworkofcleansingthemonumenthadbeenleftunfinished,andthepersonbywhomithadbeenbegunmightreturntocompleteit。
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