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第4章

  ’Ono。I’mastiredasadog。I’vehadagoodfeed,andIshallturninstraightoff。Iwanttogetoutatsixo’clockto-morrowifIcan……Ishan’tdisturbyoubymygettingup;itwillbelongbeforeyouareawake。’Andhecameforwardintotheroom。
  Whilehereyesfollowedhismovements,Ellasoftlypushedthephotographfurtheroutofsight。
  ’Sureyou’renotill?’heasked,bendingoverher。
  ’No,onlywicked!’
  ’Nevermindthat。’Andhestoopedandkissedher。
  NextmorningMarchmillwascalledatsixo’clock;andinwakingandyawningsheheardhimmutteringtohimself:’Whatthedeuceisthisthat’sbeencracklingundermeso?’Imaginingherasleephesearchedroundhimandwithdrewsomething。Throughherhalf-openedeyessheperceivedittobeMr。Trewe。
  ’Well,I’mdamned!’herhusbandexclaimed。
  ’What,dear?’saidshe。
  ’O,youareawake?Ha!ha!’
  ’WhatDOyoumean?’
  ’Somebloke’sphotograph——afriendofourlandlady’s,Isuppose。I
  wonderhowitcamehere;whiskedoffthetablebyaccidentperhapswhentheyweremakingthebed。’
  ’Iwaslookingatityesterday,anditmusthavedroppedinthen。’
  ’O,he’safriendofyours?Blesshispicturesqueheart!’
  Ella’sloyaltytotheobjectofheradmirationcouldnotenduretohearhimridiculed。’He’sacleverman!’shesaid,withatremorinhergentlevoicewhichsheherselffelttobeabsurdlyuncalledfor。
  ’Heisarisingpoet——thegentlemanwhooccupiedtwooftheseroomsbeforewecame,thoughI’veneverseenhim。’
  ’Howdoyouknow,ifyou’veneverseenhim?’
  ’Mrs。Hoopertoldmewhensheshowedmethephotograph。’
  ’O;well,Imustupandbeoff。Ishallbehomeratherearly。
  SorryIcan’ttakeyouto-day,dear。Mindthechildrendon’tgogettingdrowned。’
  ThatdayMrs。MarchmillinquiredifMr。Trewewerelikelytocallatanyothertime。
  ’Yes,’saidMrs。Hooper。’He’scomingthisdayweektostaywithafriendnearheretillyouleave。He’llbesuretocall。’
  Marchmilldidreturnquiteearlyintheafternoon;and,openingsomeletterswhichhadarrivedinhisabsence,declaredsuddenlythatheandhisfamilywouldhavetoleaveaweekearlierthantheyhadexpectedtodo——inshort,inthreedays。
  ’Surelywecanstayaweeklonger?’shepleaded。’Ilikeithere。’
  ’Idon’t。Itisgettingratherslow。’
  ’Thenyoumightleavemeandthechildren!’
  ’Howperverseyouare,Ell!What’stheuse?Andhavetocometofetchyou!No:we’llallreturntogether;andwe’llmakeoutourtimeinNorthWalesorBrightonalittlelateron。Besides,you’vethreedayslongeryet。’
  Itseemedtobeherdoomnottomeetthemanforwhoserivaltalentshehadadespairingadmiration,andtowhosepersonshewasnowabsolutelyattached。Yetshedeterminedtomakealasteffort;andhavinggatheredfromherlandladythatTrewewaslivinginalonelyspotnotfarfromthefashionabletownontheIslandopposite,shecrossedoverinthepacketfromtheneighbouringpierthefollowingafternoon。
  Whatauselessjourneyitwas!Ellaknewbutvaguelywherethehousestood,andwhenshefanciedshehadfoundit,andventuredtoinquireofapedestrianifhelivedthere,theanswerreturnedbythemanwasthathedidnotknow。Andifhedidlivethere,howcouldshecalluponhim?Somewomenmighthavetheassurancetodoit,butshehadnot。Howcrazyhewouldthinkher。Shemighthaveaskedhimtocalluponher,perhaps;butshehadnotthecourageforthat,either。Shelingeredmournfullyaboutthepicturesqueseasideeminencetillitwastimetoreturntothetownandenterthesteamerforrecrossing,reachinghomefordinnerwithouthavingbeengreatlymissed。
  Atthelastmoment,unexpectedlyenough,herhusbandsaidthatheshouldhavenoobjectiontolettingherandthechildrenstayontilltheendoftheweek,sinceshewishedtodoso,ifshefeltherselfabletogethomewithouthim。Sheconcealedthepleasurethisextensionoftimegaveher;andMarchmillwentoffthenextmorningalone。
  Buttheweekpassed,andTrewedidnotcall。
  OnSaturdaymorningtheremainingmembersoftheMarchmillfamilydepartedfromtheplacewhichhadbeenproductiveofsomuchfervourinher。Thedreary,drearytrain;thesunshininginmotedbeamsuponthehotcushions;thedustypermanentway;themeanrowsofwire——thesethingswereheraccompaniment:whileoutofthewindowthedeepbluesea-levelsdisappearedfromhergaze,andwiththemherpoet’shome。Heavy-hearted,shetriedtoread,andweptinstead。
  Mr。Marchmillwasinathrivingwayofbusiness,andheandhisfamilylivedinalargenewhouse,whichstoodinratherextensivegroundsafewmilesoutsidethecitywhereinhecarriedonhistrade。Ella’slifewaslonelyhere,asthesuburbanlifeisapttobe,particularlyatcertainseasons;andshehadampletimetoindulgehertasteforlyricandelegiaccomposition。ShehadhardlygotbackwhensheencounteredapiecebyRobertTreweinthenewnumberofherfavouritemagazine,whichmusthavebeenwrittenalmostimmediatelybeforehervisittoSolentsea,foritcontainedtheverycoupletshehadseenpencilledonthewallpaperbythebed,andMrs。Hooperhaddeclaredtoberecent。Ellacouldresistnolonger,butseizingapenimpulsively,wrotetohimasabrother-
  poet,usingthenameofJohnIvy,congratulatinghiminherletteronhistriumphantexecutionsinmetreandrhythmofthoughtsthatmovedhissoul,ascomparedwithherownbrow-beateneffortsinthesamepathetictrade。
  Tothisaddresstherecamearesponseinafewdays,littleasshehaddaredtohopeforit——acivilandbriefnote,inwhichtheyoungpoetstatedthat,thoughhewasnotwellacquaintedwithMr。Ivy’sverse,herecalledthenameasbeingonehehadseenattachedtosomeverypromisingpieces;thathewasgladtogainMr。Ivy’sacquaintancebyletter,andshouldcertainlylookwithmuchinterestforhisproductionsinthefuture。
  Theremusthavebeensomethingjuvenileortimidinherownepistle,asoneostensiblycomingfromaman,shedeclaredtoherself;forTrewequiteadoptedthetoneofanelderandsuperiorinthisreply。
  Butwhatdiditmatter?hehadreplied;hehadwrittentoherwithhisownhandfromthatveryroomsheknewsowell,forhewasnowbackagaininhisquarters。
  Thecorrespondencethusbegunwascontinuedfortwomonthsormore,EllaMarchmillsendinghimfromtimetotimesomethatsheconsideredtobethebestofherpieces,whichheverykindlyaccepted,thoughhedidnotsayhesedulouslyreadthem,nordidhesendheranyofhisowninreturn。EllawouldhavebeenmorehurtatthisthanshewasifshehadnotknownthatTrewelabouredundertheimpressionthatshewasoneofhisownsex。
  Yetthesituationwasunsatisfactory。Aflatteringlittlevoicetoldherthat,wereheonlytoseeher,matterswouldbeotherwise。
  Nodoubtshewouldhavehelpedonthisbymakingafrankconfessionofwomanhood,tobeginwith,ifsomethinghadnothappened,toherdelight,torenderitunnecessary。Afriendofherhusband’s,theeditorofthemostimportantnewspaperinthecityandcounty,whowasdiningwiththemoneday,observedduringtheirconversationaboutthepoetthathistheeditor’sbrotherthelandscape-painterwasafriendofMr。Trewe’s,andthatthetwomenwereatthatverymomentinWalestogether。
  Ellawasslightlyacquaintedwiththeeditor’sbrother。Thenextmorningdownshesatandwrote,invitinghimtostayatherhouseforashorttimeonhiswayback,andrequestinghimtobringwithhim,ifpracticable,hiscompanionMr。Trewe,whoseacquaintanceshewasanxioustomake。Theanswerarrivedaftersomefewdays。HercorrespondentandhisfriendTrewewouldhavemuchsatisfactioninacceptingherinvitationontheirwaysouthward,whichwouldbeonsuchandsuchadayinthefollowingweek。
  Ellawasblitheandbuoyant。Herschemehadsucceeded;herbelovedthoughasyetunseenonewascoming。“Behold,hestandethbehindourwall;helookedforthatthewindows,showinghimselfthroughthelattice,“shethoughtecstatically。“And,lo,thewinterispast,therainisoverandgone,theflowersappearontheearth,thetimeofthesingingofbirdsiscome,andthevoiceoftheturtleisheardinourland。“
  Butitwasnecessarytoconsiderthedetailsoflodgingandfeedinghim。Thisshedidmostsolicitously,andawaitedthepregnantdayandhour。
  Itwasaboutfiveintheafternoonwhensheheardaringatthedoorandtheeditor’sbrother’svoiceinthehall。Poetessasshewas,orasshethoughtherself,shehadnotbeentoosublimethatdaytodresswithinfinitetroubleinafashionablerobeofrichmaterial,havingafaintresemblancetothechitonoftheGreeks,astylejusttheninvogueamongladiesofanartisticandromanticturn,whichhadbeenobtainedbyEllaofherBondStreetdressmakerwhenshewaslastinLondon。Hervisitorenteredthedrawing-room。Shelookedtowardshisrear;nobodyelsecamethroughthedoor。Where,inthenameoftheGodofLove,wasRobertTrewe?
  ’O,I’msorry,’saidthepainter,aftertheirintroductorywordshadbeenspoken。’Treweisacuriousfellow,youknow,Mrs。Marchmill。
  Hesaidhe’dcome;thenhesaidhecouldn’t。He’sratherdusty。
  We’vebeendoingafewmileswithknapsacks,youknow;andhewantedtogetonhome。’
  ’He——he’snotcoming?’
  ’He’snot;andheaskedmetomakehisapologies。’