“Outcastyourself，GrishChunder！Youeatcow-beefeveryday。
Let’sthinkthethingoverTheboyremembershisincarnations。”
“Doesheknowthat？”saidGrishChunder，quietly，swingingh’slegsashesatonmytableHewasspeakinginEnglishnow。
“HedoesnotknowanythingWouldIspeaktoyouifhedid？Goon！”
“ThereisnogoingonatallIfyoutellthattoyourfriendstheywillsayyouaremadandputitinthepapersSuppose，now，youprosecuteforlibel。”
“Let’sleavethatoutofthequestionentirelyIsthereanychanceofhisbeingmadetospeak？”
“ThereisachanceOsh，yess！Butifhespokeitwouldmeanthatallthisworldwouldendnow-instanto-falldownonyourhead。
Thesethingsarenotallowed，youknowAsIsaid，thedoorisshut。”
“Notaghostofachance？”
“Howcantherebe？YouareaChristi-an，anditisforbiddentoeat，inyourbooks，oftheTreeofLife，orelseyouwouldneverdie。
Howshallyouallfeardeathifyouallknowwhatyourfrienddoesnotknowthatheknows？Iamafraidtobekicked，butIamnotafraidtodie，becauseIknowwhatIknowYouarenotafraidtobekicked，butyouareafraidtodieIfyouwerenot，byGod！youEnglishwouldbeallovertheshopinanhour，upsettingthebalancesofpower，andmakingcommotionsItwouldnotbegoodButnofearHewillrememberalittleandalittleless，andhewillcallitdreamsThenhewillforgetaltogetherWhenI
passedmyFirstArtsExaminationinCalcuttathatwasallinthecram-bookonWordsworthTrailingcloudsofglory，youknow。”
“Thisseemstobeanexceptiontotherule。”
“TherearenoexceptionstorulesSomearenotsohard-lookingasothers，buttheyareallthesamewhenyoutouchIfthisfriendofyourssaidso-and-soandso-and-so，indicatingthatherememberedallhislostlives，oronepieceofalostlife，hewouldnotbeinthebankanotherhourHewouldbewhatyoucalledsackbecausehewasmad，andtheywouldsendhimtoanasylumforlunaticsYoucanseethat，myfriend。”
“OfcourseIcan，butIwasn’tthinkingofhimHisnameneedneverap~pearinthestory。”
“Ah！IseeThatstorywillneverbewrittenYoucantry。”
“Iamgoingto。”
“Foryourowncreditandforthesakeofmoney，ofcourse？”
“NoForthesakeofwritingthestoryOnmyhonorthatwillbeall。”
“EventhenthereisnochanceYoucannotplaywiththeGodsItisaveryprettystorynowAstheysay，Letitgoonthat-ImeanatthatBequick；hewillnotlastlong。”
“Howdoyoumean？”
“WhatIsayHehasnever，sofar，thoughtaboutawoman。”
“Hasn’thethough！”IrememberedsomeofCharlie’sconfidences。
“ImeannowomanhasthoughtabouthimWhenthatcomes；
bus-hogya-allup’IknowTherearemillionsofwomenhere。
Housemaids，forin-stance。”
Iwincedatthethoughtofmystorybeingruinedbyahousemaid。
Andyetnothingwasmoreprobable。
GrishChundergrinned。
“Yes-alsoprettygirls-cousinsofhishouse，andperhapsnotofhishouseOnekissthathegivesbackagainandrememberswillcureallthisnonsenseorelse“-
“Orelsewhat？Rememberhedoesnotknowthatheknows。”
“IknowthatOrelse，ifnothinghappenshewillbecomeimmersedinthetradeandthefinancialspeculationsliketherest。
ItmustbesoYoucanseethatitmustbesoButthewomanwillcomefirst，Ithink。”
Therewasarapatthedoor，andCharliechargedinimpetuously。
Hehadbeenreleasedfromoffice，andbythelookinhiseyesI
couldseethathehadcomeoverforalongtalk；mostprobablywithpoemsinhispocketsCharlie’spoemswereverywearying，butsometimestheyledhimtotalkaboutthegalley。
GrishChunderlookedathimkeenlyforaminute。
“Ibegyourpardon。”Charliesaid，uneasily；“Ididn’tknowyouhadanyonewithyou。”
“Iamgoing。”saidGrishChunder。
Hedrewmeintothelobbyashedeparted。
“Thatisyourman。”hesaid，quickly“ItellyouhewillneverspeakallyouwishThatisrot-boshButhewouldbemostgoodtomaketoseethingsSupposenow...完整阅读请扫描二维码下载丁香书院APP免费看：