首页 >出版文学> The Warden by Anthony Trollope>第4章
  ifMrBoldhadanyulteriorproceedinginview,perhapsitwouldbedesirablethatanynecessaryinformationshouldbesoughtforinaprofessionalwaybyaprofessionalman。MrChadwick’sattorneyswereMessrsCoxandCummins,ofLincoln’sInn。MrBoldtookdowntheaddressofCoxandCummins,remarkedthattheweatherwascoldforthetimeoftheyear,andwishedMrChadwickgood-morning。MrChadwicksaiditwascoldforJune,andbowedhimout。
  Heatoncewenttohislawyer,Finney。Now,Boldwasnotveryfondofhisattorney,but,ashesaid,hemerelywantedamanwhoknewtheformsoflaw,andwhowoulddowhathewastoldforhismoney。Hehadnoideaofputtinghimselfinthehandsofalawyer。Hewantedlawfromalawyerashedidacoatfromatailor,becausehecouldnotmakeitsowellhimself;andhethoughtFinneythefittestmaninBarchesterforhispurpose。Inonerespect,atanyrate,hewasright:
  Finneywashumilityitself。
  FinneyadvisedaninstantlettertoCoxandCummins,mindfulofhissix-and-eightpence。’Slapatthematonce,MrBold。Demandcategoricallyandexplicitlyafullstatementoftheaffairsofthehospital。’
  ’SupposeIweretoseeMrHardingfirst,’suggestedBold。
  ’Yes,yes,byallmeans,’saidtheacquiescingFinney;
  ’though,perhaps,asMrHardingisnomanofbusiness,itmaylead——leadtosomelittledifficulties;butperhapsyou’reright。
  MrBold,Idon’tthinkseeingMrHardingcandoanyharm。’
  Finneysawfromtheexpressionofhisclient’sfacethatheintendedtohavehisownway。
  TheBishopofBarchesterBoldatoncerepairedtothehospital。Thedaywasnowfaradvanced,butheknewthatMrHardingdinedinthesummeratfour,thatEleanorwasaccustomedtodriveintheevening,andthathemightthereforeprobablyfindMrHardingalone。Itwasbetweensevenandeightwhenhereachedtheslightirongateleadingintotheprecentor’sgarden,andthough,asMrChadwickobserved,thedayhadbeencoldforJune,theeveningwasmild,andsoft,andsweet。Thelittlegatewasopen。AsheraisedthelatchheheardthenotesofMrHarding’svioloncellofromthefarendofthegarden,and,advancingbeforethehouseandacrossthelawn,hefoundhimplaying:andnotwithoutanaudience。Themusicianwasseatedinagarden-chairjustwithinthesummer-house,soastoallowthevioloncellowhichheheldbetweenhiskneestorestuponthedrystoneflooring;beforehimstoodaroughmusicdesk,onwhichwasopenapageofthatdearsacredbook,thatmuch-labouredandmuch-lovedvolumeofchurchmusic,whichhadcostsomanyguineas;andaroundsat,andlay,andstood,andleaned,tenofthetwelveoldmenwhodweltwithhimbeneatholdJohnHiram’sroof。Thetworeformerswerenotthere。Iwillnotsaythatintheirheartstheywereconsciousofanywrongdoneortobedonetotheirmildwarden,butlatterlytheyhadkeptalooffromhim,andhismusicwasnolongertotheirtaste。
  Itwasamusingtoseethepositions,andeagerlisteningfacesofthesewell-to-dooldmen。Iwillnotsaythattheyallappreciatedthemusicwhichtheyheard,buttheywereintentonappearingtodoso;pleasedatbeingwheretheywere,theyweredetermined,asfarasinthemlay,togivepleasureinreturn;andtheywerenotunsuccessful。Itgladdenedtheprecentor’shearttothinkthattheoldbedesmenwhomhelovedsowelladmiredthestrainswhichweretohimsofullofalmostecstaticjoy;andheusedtoboastthatsuchwastheairofthehospital,astomakeitaprecinctspeciallyfitfortheworshipofStCecilia。
  Immediatelybeforehim,ontheextremecornerofthebenchwhichranroundthesummer-house,satoneoldman,withhishandkerchiefsmoothlylainuponhisknees,whodidenjoythemoment,oractedenjoymentwell。Hewasoneonwhoselargeframemanyyears,forhewasovereighty,hadmadesmallhavoc——hewasstillanupright,burly,handsomefigure,withanopen,ponderousbrow,roundwhichclungafew,thoughveryfew,thingraylocks。Thecoarseblackgownofthehospital,thebreeches,andbuckledshoesbecamehimwell;andashesatwithhishandsfoldedonhisstaff,andhischinrestingonhishands,hewassuchalistenerasmostmusicianswouldbegladtowelcome。
  Thismanwascertainlytheprideofthehospital。Ithadalwaysbeenthecustomthatoneshouldbeselectedasbeingtosomeextentinauthorityovertheothers;andthoughMrBunce,forsuchwashisname,andsohewasalwaysdesignatedbyhisinferiorbrethren,hadnogreateremolumentsthanthey,hehadassumed,andwellknewhowtomaintain,thedignityofhiselevation。Theprecentordelightedtocallhimhissub-warden,andwasnotashamed,occasionally,whennootherguestwasthere,tobidhimsitdownbythesameparlourfire,anddrinkthefullglassofportwhichwasplacednearhim。Bunceneverwentwithoutthesecondglass,butnoentreatyevermadehimtakeathird。
  ’Well,well,MrHarding;you’retoogood,muchtoogood,’
  he’dalwayssay,asthesecondglasswasfilled;butwhenthatwasdrunk,andthehalfhourover,Buncestooderect,andwithabenedictionwhichhispatronvalued,retiredtohisownabode。Heknewtheworldtoowelltoriskthecomfortofsuchhalcyonmoments,byprolongingthemtilltheyweredisagreeable。
  MrBunce,asmaybeimagined,wasmoststronglyopposedtoinnovation。NotevenDrGrantlyhadamoreholyhorrorofthosewhowouldinterfereintheaffairsofthehospital;hewaseveryinchachurchman,andthoughhewasnotveryfondofDrGrantlypersonally,thatarosefromtherenotbeingroominthehospitalfortwopeoplesomuchalikeasthedoctorandhimself,ratherthanfromanydissimilarityinfeeling。MrBuncewasinclinedtothinkthatthewardenandhimselfcouldmanagethehospitalwithoutfurtherassistance;andthat,thoughthebishopwastheconstitutionalvisitor,andassuchentitledtospecialreverencefromallconnectedwithJohnHiram’swill,JohnHiramneverintendedthathisaffairsshouldbeinterferedwithbyanarchdeacon。
  Atthepresentmoment,however,thesecareswereoffhismind,andhewaslookingathiswarden,asthoughhethoughtthemusicheavenly,andthemusicianhardlylessso。
  AsBoldwalkedsilentlyoverthelawn,MrHardingdidnotatfirstperceivehim,andcontinuedtodrawhisbowslowlyacrosstheplaintivewires;buthesoonfoundfromhisaudiencethatsomestrangerwasthere,andlookingup,begantowelcomehisyoungfriendwithfrankhospitality。
  ’Pray,MrHarding——praydon’tletmedisturbyou,’saidBold;’youknowhowfondIamofsacredmusic。’
  ’Oh!it’snothing,’saidtheprecentor,shuttingupthebookandthenopeningitagainashesawthedelightfullyimploringlookofhisoldfriendBunce。Oh,Bunce,Bunce,Bunce,Ifearthatafterallthouartbutaflatterer。’Well,I’lljustfinishitthen;it’safavouritelittlebitofBishop’s;andthen,MrBold,we’llhaveastrollandachattillEleanorcomesinandgivesustea。’AndsoBoldsatdownonthesoftturftolisten,orrathertothinkhow,aftersuchsweetharmony,hemightbestintroduceathemeofsomuchdiscord,todisturbthepeaceofhimwhowassoreadytowelcomehimkindly。
  Boldthoughtthattheperformancewassoonover,forhefeltthathehadasomewhatdifficulttask,andhealmostregrettedthefinalleave-takingofthelastoftheoldmen,slowastheywereingoingthroughtheiradieux。
  Bold’sheartwasinhismouth,astheprecentormadesomeordinarybutkindremarkastothefriendlinessofthevisit。
  ’Oneeveningcall,’saidhe,’isworthteninthemorning。
  It’sallformalityinthemorning;realsocialtalkneverbeginstillafterdinner。That’swhyIdineearlysoastogetasmuchasIcanofit。’
  ’Quitetrue,MrHarding,’saidtheother;’butIfearI’vereversedtheorderofthings,andIoweyoumuchapologyfortroublingyouonbusinessatsuchanhour;butitisonbusinessthatIhavecalledjustnow。’
  MrHardinglookedblankandannoyed;therewassomethinginthetoneoftheyoungman’svoicewhichtoldhimthattheinterviewwasintendedtobedisagreeable,andheshrankbackatfindinghiskindlygreetingsorepulsed。
  ’Iwishtospeaktoyouaboutthehospital,’continuedBold。
  ’Well,well,anythingIcantellyouIshallbemosthappy——’
  ’It’sabouttheaccounts。’
  ’Then,mydearfellow,Icantellyounothing,forI’masignorantasachild。AllIknowis,thattheypayme#800ayear。
  GotoChadwick,heknowsallabouttheaccounts;andnowtellme,willpoorMaryJonesevergettheuseofherlimbagain?’
  ’Well,Ithinkshewill,ifshe’scareful;but,MrHarding,Ihopeyouwon’tobjecttodiscusswithmewhatIhavetosayaboutthehospital。’
  MrHardinggaveadeep,long-drawnsigh。Hedidobject,verystronglyobject,todiscussanysuchsubjectwithJohnBold;buthehadnotthebusinesstactofMrChadwick,anddidnotknowhowtorelievehimselffromthecomingevil;hesighedsadly,butmadenoanswer。
  ’Ihavethegreatestregardforyou,MrHarding,’continuedBold;’thetruestrespect,themostsincere——’
  ’Thankye,thankye,MrBold,’interjaculatedtheprecentorsomewhatimpatiently;’I’mmuchobliged,butnevermindthat;I’maslikelytobeinthewrongasanotherman——quiteaslikely。’
  ’But,MrHarding,ImustexpresswhatIfeel,lestyoushouldthinkthereispersonalenmityinwhatI’mgoingtodo。’
  ’Personalenmity!Goingtodo!Why,you’renotgoingtocutmythroat,norputmeintotheEcclesiasticalCourt!’
  Boldtriedtolaugh,buthecouldn’t。Hewasquiteinearnest,anddeterminedinhiscourse,andcouldn’tmakeajokeofit。Hewalkedonawhileinsilencebeforeherecommencedhisattack,duringwhichMrHarding,whohadstillthebowinhishand,playedrapidlyonanimaginaryvioloncello。’I
  fearthereisreasontothinkthatJohnHiram’swillisnotcarriedouttotheletter,MrHarding,’saidtheyoungmanatlast;’andIhavebeenaskedtoseeintoit。’
  ’Verywell,I’venoobjectiononearth;andnowweneednotsayanotherwordaboutit。’
  ’Onlyonewordmore,MrHarding。ChadwickhasreferredmetoCoxandCummins,andIthinkitmydutytoapplytothemforsomestatementaboutthehospital。InwhatIdoI
  mayappeartobeinterferingwithyou,andIhopeyouwillforgivemefordoingso。’