首页 >出版文学> THE TROLL GARDEN AND SELECTED STORIES>第39章
  Somehow,intheduskylamplight,hersmall,close-sealedfacecameominouslybacktohim。Herubbedhisforeheadandknittedhisbrowsthoughtfully。Afteramomentheshookhisheadandwenton:“Iampositivethatnothingcanbegainedbyhighhandedmethods,James。CaptainGreshamisoneofthemostpopularmeninLondon,andhisfriendswouldtearupTreffinger’sbonesifhewereannoyedbyanyscandalofourmaking——andthisschemeyouproposewouldinevitablyresultinscandal。LadyEllenhas,ofcourse,everylegalrighttosellthepicture。Treffingermadeconsiderableinroadsuponherestate,and,assheisabouttomarryamanwithoutincome,shedoubtlessfeelsthatshehasarighttoreplenishherpatrimony。“
  HefoundJamesamenable,thoughdoggedlyskeptical。Hewentdownintothestreet,calledacarriage,andsawJamesandhisburdenintoit。Standinginthedoorway,hewatchedthecarriagerollawaythroughthedrizzlingmist,weaveinandoutamongthewet,blackvehiclesanddartingcablights,untilitwasswallowedupintheglareandconfusionoftheStrand。“Itisratherafinetouchofirony,“hereflected,“thathe,whoissooutofit,shouldbetheonetoreallycare。PoorTreffinger,“
  hemurmuredas,witharatherspiritlesssmile,heturnedbackintohishotel。“PoorTreffinger;sictransitgloria。“
  ThenextafternoonMacMasterkepthispromise。WhenhearrivedatLadyMaryPercy’shousehesawpreparationsforafunctionofsomesort,buthewentresolutelyupthesteps,tellingthefootmanthathisbusinesswasurgent。LadyEllencamedownalone,excusinghersister。Shewasdressedforreceiving,andMacMasterhadneverseenonesobeautiful。
  Thecolorinhercheekssentasofteningglowoverhersmall,delicatelycutfeatures。
  MacMasterapologizedforhisintrusionandcameunflinchinglytotheobjectofhiscall。Hehadcome,hesaid,notonlytoofferherhiswarmestcongratulations,buttoexpresshisregretthatagreatworkofartwastoleaveEngland。
  LadyTreffingerlookedathiminwide-eyedastonishment。
  Surely,shesaid,shehadbeencarefultoselectthebestofthepicturesfortheX——gallery,inaccordancewithSirHughTreffinger’swishes。
  “Anddidhe——pardonme,LadyTreffinger,butinmercysetmymindatrest——didheordidhenotexpressanydefinitewishconcerningthisonepicture,whichtomeseemsworthalltheothers,unfinishedasitis?“
  LadyTreffingerpaledperceptibly,butitwasnotthepallorofconfusion。Whenshespoketherewasasharptremorinhersmoothvoice,theedgeofaresentmentthattoreherlikepain。
  “Ithinkhismanhassomesuchimpression,butIbelieveittobeutterlyunfounded。Icannotfindthatheeverexpressedanywishconcerningthedispositionofthepicturetoanyofhisfriends。
  Unfortunately,SirHughwasnotalwaysdiscreetinhisremarkstohisservants。“
  “CaptainGresham,LadyEllingham,andMissEllingham,“
  announcedaservant,appearingatthedoor。
  Therewasamurmurinthehall,andMacMastergreetedthesmilingCaptainandhisauntashebowedhimselfout。
  ToallintentsandpurposestheMarriageofPhaedrawasalreadyentombedinavaguecontinentinthePacific,somewhereontheothersideoftheworld。
  EndAWagnerMatineeIreceivedonemorningaletter,writteninpaleinkonglassy,blue-linednotepaper,andbearingthepostmarkofalittleNebraskavillage。Thiscommunication,wornandrubbed,lookingasthoughithadbeencarriedforsomedaysinacoatpocketthatwasnonetooclean,wasfrommyUncleHowardandinformedmethathiswifehadbeenleftasmalllegacybyabachelorrelativewhohadrecentlydied,andthatitwouldbenecessaryforhertogotoBostontoattendtothesettlingoftheestate。Herequestedmetomeetheratthestationandrenderherwhateverservicesmightbenecessary。OnexaminingthedateindicatedasthatofherarrivalIfounditnolaterthantomorrow。Hehadcharacteristicallydelayedwritinguntil,hadIbeenawayfromhomeforaday,Imusthavemissedthegoodwomanaltogether。
  ThenameofmyAuntGeorgianacalledupnotaloneherownfigure,atoncepatheticandgrotesque,butopenedbeforemyfeetagulfofrecollectionsowideanddeepthat,astheletterdroppedfrommyhand,Ifeltsuddenlyastrangertoallthepresentconditionsofmyexistence,whollyillateaseandoutofplaceamidthefamiliarsurroundingsofmystudy。Ibecame,inshort,theganglingfarmboymyaunthadknown,scourgedwithchilblainsandbashfulness,myhandscrackedandsorefromthecornhusking。Ifelttheknucklesofmythumbtentatively,asthoughtheywererawagain。Isatagainbeforeherparlororgan,fumblingthescaleswithmystiff,redhands,whileshe,besideme,madecanvasmittensforthehuskers。
  Thenextmorning,afterpreparingmylandladysomewhat,I
  setoutforthestation。WhenthetrainarrivedIhadsomedifficultyinfindingmyaunt。Shewasthelastofthepassengerstoalight,anditwasnotuntilIgotherintothecarriagethatsheseemedreallytorecognizeme。Shehadcomeallthewayinadaycoach;herlinendusterhadbecomeblackwithsoot,andherblackbonnetgraywithdust,duringthejourney。WhenwearrivedatmyboardinghousethelandladyputhertobedatonceandIdidnotseeheragainuntilthenextmorning。
  WhatevershockMrs。Springerexperiencedatmyaunt’sappearancesheconsideratelyconcealed。Asformyself,Isawmyaunt’smisshapenfigurewiththatfeelingofaweandrespectwithwhichwebeholdexplorerswhohavelefttheirearsandfingersnorthofFranzJosefLand,ortheirhealthsomewherealongtheUpperCongo。MyAuntGeorgianahadbeenamusicteacherattheBostonConservatory,somewherebackinthelattersixties。Onesummer,whilevisitinginthelittlevillageamongtheGreenMountainswhereherancestorshaddweltforgenerations,shehadkindledthecallowfancyofthemostidleandshiftlessofallthevillagelads,andhadconceivedforthisHowardCarpenteroneofthoseextravagantpassionswhichahandsomecountryboyoftwenty-onesometimesinspiresinanangular,spectacledwomanofthirty。WhenshereturnedtoherdutiesinBoston,Howardfollowedher,andtheupshotofthisinexplicableinfatuationwasthatsheelopedwithhim,eludingthereproachesofherfamilyandthecriticismsofherfriendsbygoingwithhimtotheNebraskafrontier。Carpenter,who,ofcourse,hadnomoney,hadtakenahomesteadinRedWillowCounty,fiftymilesfromtherailroad。Theretheyhadmeasuredofftheirquartersectionthemselvesbydrivingacrosstheprairieinawagon,tothewheelofwhichtheyhadtiedaredcottonhandkerchief,andcountingoffitsrevolutions。Theybuiltadugoutintheredhillside,oneofthosecavedwellingswhoseinmatessooftenrevertedtoprimitiveconditions。Theirwatertheygotfromthelagoonswherethebuffalodrank,andtheirslenderstockofprovisionswasalwaysatthemercyofbandsofrovingIndians。Forthirtyyearsmyaunthadnotbeenfurtherthanfiftymilesfromthehomestead。
  ButMrs。Springerknewnothingofallthis,andmusthavebeenconsiderablyshockedatwhatwasleftofmykinswoman。
  Beneaththesoiledlinendusterwhich,onherarrival,wasthemostconspicuousfeatureofhercostume,sheworeablackstuffdress,whoseornamentationshowedthatshehadsurrenderedherselfunquestioninglyintothehandsofacountrydressmaker。Mypooraunt’sfigure,however,wouldhavepresentedastonishingdifficultiestoanydressmaker。Originallystooped,hershoulderswerenowalmostbenttogetheroverhersunkenchest。Sheworenostays,andhergown,whichtrailedunevenlybehind,roseinasortofpeakoverherabdomen。Sheworeill-fittingfalseteeth,andherskinwasasyellowasaMongolian’sfromconstantexposuretoapitilesswindandtothealkalinewaterwhichhardensthemosttransparentcuticleintoasortofflexibleleather。
  Iowedtothiswomanmostofthegoodthatevercamemywayinmyboyhood,andhadareverentialaffectionforher。DuringtheyearswhenIwasridingherdformyuncle,myaunt,aftercookingthethreemeals——thefirstofwhichwasreadyatsixo’clockinthemorning-andputtingthesixchildrentobed,wouldoftenstanduntilmidnightatherironingboard,withmeatthekitchentablebesideher,hearingmereciteLatindeclensionsandconjugations,gentlyshakingmewhenmydrowsyheadsankdownoverapageofirregularverbs。Itwastoher,atherironingormending,thatIreadmyfirstShakespeare’,andheroldtextbookonmythologywasthefirstthatevercameintomyemptyhands。
  Shetaughtmemyscalesandexercises,too——onthelittleparlororgan,whichherhusbandhadboughtherafterfifteenyears,duringwhichshehadnotsomuchasseenanyinstrument,butanaccordionthatbelongedtooneoftheNorwegianfarmhands。Shewouldsitbesidemebythehour,darningandcountingwhileI
  struggledwiththe“JoyousFarmer,“butsheseldomtalkedtomeaboutmusic,andIunderstoodwhy。Shewasapiouswoman;shehadtheconsolationsofreligionand,toheratleast,hermartyrdomwasnotwhollysordid。OncewhenIhadbeendoggedlybeatingoutsomeeasypassagesfromanoldscoreofEuryantheIhadfoundamonghermusicbooks,shecameuptomeand,puttingherhandsovermyeyes,gentlydrewmyheadbackuponhershoulder,sayingtremulously,“Don’tloveitsowell,Clark,oritmaybetakenfromyou。Oh,dearboy,praythatwhateveryoursacrificemaybe,itbenotthat。“
  Whenmyauntappearedonthemorningafterherarrivalshewasstillinasemi-somnambulantstate。Sheseemednottorealizethatshewasinthecitywhereshehadspentheryouth,theplacelongedforhungrilyhalfalifetime。Shehadbeensowretchedlytrain-sickthroughoutthejourneythatshebadnorecollectionofanythingbutherdiscomfort,and,toallintentsandpurposes,therewerebutafewhoursofnightmarebetweenthefarminRedWillowCountyandmystudyonNewburyStreet。Ihadplannedalittlepleasureforherthatafternoon,torepayherforsomeofthegloriousmomentsshehadgivenmewhenweusedtomilktogetherinthestraw-thatchedcowshedandshe,becauseIwasmorethanusuallytired,orbecauseherhusbandhadspokensharplytome,wouldtellmeofthesplendidperformanceoftheHuguenotsshehadseeninParis,inheryouth。Attwoo’clocktheSymphonyOrchestrawastogiveaWagnerprogram,andI
  intendedtotakemyaunt;though,asIconversedwithherIgrewdoubtfulaboutherenjoymentofit。Indeed,forherownsake,I
  couldonlywishhertasteforsuchthingsquitedead,andthelongstrugglemercifullyendedatlast。IsuggestedourvisitingtheConservatoryandtheCommonbeforelunch,butsheseemedaltogethertootimidtowishtoventureout。Shequestionedmeabsentlyaboutvariouschangesinthecity,butshewaschieflyconcernedthatshehadforgottentoleaveinstructionsaboutfeedinghalf-skimmedmilktoacertainweaklingcalf,“oldMaggie’scalf,youknow,Clark,“sheexplained,evidentlyhavingforgottenhowlongIhadbeenaway。Shewasfurthertroubledbecauseshehadneglectedtotellherdaughteraboutthefreshlyopenedkitofmackerelinthecellar,whichwouldspoilifitwerenotuseddirectly。