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第85章

  “Itisnoteasytotellyou,“hesaid,“withoutenteringintothelegalaspectofthecase。IshallonlypuzzleyouifIdothat。
  Supposewelookatthematterinitssocialbearings——Imean,asitmaypossiblyaffectyouandBlanche,andyourunbornchildren?“
  Arnoldgavethehatatightertwistthanever。“Ineverthoughtofthechildren,“hesaid,withalookofconsternation。
  “Thechildrenmaypresentthemselves,“returnedSirPatrick,dryly,“forallthat。Nowlisten。ItmayhaveoccurredtoyourmindthattheplainwayoutofourpresentdilemmaisforyouandMissSilvester,respectively,toaffirmwhatweknowtobethetruth——namely,thatyouneverhadtheslightestintentionofmarryingeachother。Bewareoffoundinganyhopesonanysuchremedyasthat!Ifyoureckononit,youreckonwithoutGeoffreyDelamayn。Heisinterested,remember,inprovingyouandMissSilvestertobemanandwife。Circumstancesmayarise——Iwon’twastetimeinguessingatwhattheymaybe——whichwillenableathirdpersontoproducethelandladyandthewaiteratCraigFernieinevidenceagainstyou——andtoassertthatyourdeclarationandMissSilvester’sdeclarationaretheresultofcollusionbetweenyoutwo。Don’tstart!Suchthingshavehappenedbeforenow。MissSilvesterispoor;andBlancheisrich。Youmaybemadetostandintheawkwardpositionofamanwhoisdenyinghismarriagewithapoorwoman,inordertoestablishhismarriagewithanheiress:MissSilvesterpresumablyaidingthefraud,withtwostronginterestsofherownasinducements——theinterestofassertingtheclaimtobethewifeofamanofrank,andtheinterestofearningherrewardinmoneyforresigningyoutoBlanche。Thereisacasewhichascoundrelmightsetup——andwithsomeappearanceoftruthtoo——inacourtofjustice!“
  “Surely,thelawwouldn’tallowhimtodothat?“
  “Thelawwillargueanything,withanybodywhowillpaythelawfortheuseofitsbrainsanditstime。Letthatviewofthematteralonenow。Delamayncansetthecasegoing,ifhelikes,withoutapplyingtoanylawyertohelphim。HehasonlytocauseareporttoreachBlanche’searswhichpubliclyassertsthatsheisnotyourlawfulwife。Withhertemper,doyousupposeshewouldleaveusaminute’speacetillthematterwasclearedup?
  Ortakeittheotherway。Comfortyourself,ifyouwill,withtheideathatthisaffairwilltroublenobodyinthepresent。Howarewetoknowitmaynotturnupinthefutureundercircumstanceswhichmayplacethelegitimacyofyourchildrenindoubt?Wehaveamantodealwithwhosticksatnothing。Wehaveastateofthelawwhichcanonlybedescribedasonescandalousuncertaintyfrombeginningtoend。AndwehavetwopeopleBishopriggsandMrs。Inchbarewhocan,andwill,speaktowhattookplacebetweenyouandAnneSilvesterattheinn。ForBlanche’ssake,andforthesakeofyourunbornchildren,wemustfacethismatteronthespot——andsettleitatonceandforever。Thequestionbeforeusnowisthis。ShallweopentheproceedingsbycommunicatingwithMissSilvesterornot?“
  AtthatimportantpointintheconversationtheywereinterruptedbythereappearanceofBlanche。Hadshe,byanyaccident,heardwhattheyhadbeensaying?
  No;itwastheoldstoryofmostinterruptions。Idlenessthatconsidersnothing,hadcometolookatIndustrythatbearseverything。Itisalawofnature,apparently,thatthepeopleinthisworldwhohavenothingtodocannotsupportthesightofanuninterruptedoccupationinthehandsoftheirneighbors。BlancheproducedanewspecimenfromArnold’scollectionofhats。“Ihavebeenthinkingaboutitinthegarden,“shesaid,quiteseriously。
  “Hereisthebrownonewiththehighcrown。Youlookbetterinthisthaninthewhiteonewiththelowcrown。Ihavecometochangethem,that’sall。“ShechangedthehatswithArnold,andwenton,withoutthefaintestsuspicionthatshewasintheway。
  “Wearthebrownonewhenyoucomeout——andcomesoon,dear。I
  won’tstayaninstantlonger,uncle——Iwouldn’tinterruptyoufortheworld。“ShekissedherhandtoSirPatrick,andsmiledatherhusband,andwentout。
  “Whatwerewesaying?“askedArnold。“It’sawkwardtobeinterruptedinthisway,isn’tit?“
  “IfIknowanythingoffemalehumannature,“returnedSirPatrick,composedly,“yourwifewillbeinandoutoftheroom,inthatway,thewholemorning。Igivehertenminutes,Arnold,beforeshechangeshermindagainontheseriousandweightysubjectofthewhitehatandthebrown。Theselittleinterruptions——otherwisequitecharming——raisedadoubtinmymind。Wouldn’titbewiseIaskmyself,ifwemadeavirtueofnecessity,andtookBlancheintotheconversation?Whatdoyousaytocallingherbackandtellingherthetruth?“
  Arnoldstarted,andchangedcolor。
  “Therearedifficultiesintheway,“hesaid。
  “Mygoodfellow!ateverystepofthisbusinesstherearedifficultiesintheway。Soonerorlater,yourwifemustknowwhathashappened。Thetimefortellingheris,nodoubt,amatterforyourdecision,notmine。AllIsayisthis。Considerwhetherthedisclosurewon’tcomefromyouwithabettergrace,ifyoumakeitbeforeyouarefairlydriventothewall,andobligedtoopenyourlips。“
  Arnoldrosetohisfeet——tookaturnintheroom——satdownagain——andlookedatSirPatrick,withtheexpressionofathoroughlybewilderedandthoroughlyhelplessman。
  “Idon’tknowwhattodo,“hesaid。“Itbeatsmealtogether。Thetruthis,SirPatrick,Iwasfairlyforced,atCraigFernie,intodeceivingBlanche——inwhatmightseemtoheraveryunfeeling,andaveryunpardonableway。“
  “Thatsoundsawkward!Whatdoyoumean?“
  “I’lltryandtellyou。YourememberwhenyouwenttotheinntoseeMissSilvester?Well,beingthereprivatelyatthetime,ofcourseIwasobligedtokeepoutofyourway。“
  “Isee!And,whenBlanchecameafterward,youwereobligedtohidefromBlanche,exactlyasyouhadhiddenfromme?“
  “Worseeventhanthat!Adayortwolater,Blanchetookmeintoherconfidence。Shespoketomeofhervisittotheinn,asifI
  wasaperfectstrangertothecircumstances。Shetoldmetomyface,SirPatrick,oftheinvisiblemanwhohadkeptsostrangelyoutofherway——withoutthefaintestsuspicionthatIwastheman。AndIneveropenedmylipstosetherright!Iwasobligedtobesilent,orImusthavebetrayedMissSilvester。WhatwillBlanchethinkofme,ifItellhernow?That’sthequestion!“
  Blanche’snamehadbarelypassedherhusband’slipsbeforeBlancheherselfverifiedSirPatrick’sprediction,byreappearingattheopenFrenchwindow,withthesupersededwhitehatinherhand。
  “Haven’tyoudoneyet!“sheexclaimed。“Iamshocked,uncle,tointerruptyouagain——butthesehorridhatsofArnold’sarebeginningtoweighuponmymind。Onreconsideration,Ithinkthewhitehatwiththelowcrownisthemostbecomingofthetwo。
  Changeagain,dear。Yes!thebrownhatishideous。There’sabeggaratthegate。BeforeIgoquitedistracted,Ishallgivehimthebrownhat,andhavedonewiththedifficultyinthatmanner。AmIverymuchinthewayofbusiness?I’mafraidImustappearrestless?Indeed,I_am_restless。Ican’timaginewhatisthematterwithmethismorning。“
  “Icantellyou,“saidSirPatrick,inhisgravestanddryestmanner。“Youaresuffering,Blanche,fromamaladywhichisexceedinglycommonamongtheyoungladiesofEngland。Asadiseaseitisquiteincurable——andthenameofitisNothing-to-Do。“
  Blanchedroppedheruncleasmartlittlecourtesy。“YoumighthavetoldmeIwasinthewayinfewerwordsthanthat。“Shewhiskedround,kickedthedisgracedbrownhatoutintotheverandabeforeher,andleftthetwogentlemenaloneoncemore。
  “Yourpositionwithyourwife,Arnold,“resumedSirPatrick,returninggravelytothematterinhand,“iscertainlyadifficultone。“Hepaused,thinkingoftheeveningwhenheandBlanchehadillustratedthevaguenessofMrs。Inchbare’sdescriptionofthemanattheinn,bycitingArnoldhimselfasbeingoneofthehundredsofinnocentpeoplewhoansweredtoit!
  “Perhaps,“headded,“thesituationisevenmoredifficultthanyousuppose。Itwouldhavebeencertainlyeasierfor_you_——anditwouldhavelookedmorehonorablein_her_estimation——ifyouhadmadetheinevitableconfessionbeforeyourmarriage。Iam,insomedegree,answerableforyournothavingdonethis——aswellasforthefarmoreseriousdilemmawithMissSilvesterinwhichyounowstand。IfIhadnotinnocentlyhastenedyourmarriagewithBlanche,MissSilvester’sadmirableletterwouldhavereachedusinampletimetopreventmischief。It’suselesstodwellonthatnow。Cheerup,Arnold!Iamboundtoshowyouthewayoutofthelabyrinth,nomatterwhatthedifficultiesmaybe——and,pleaseGod,Iwilldoit!“
  Hepointedtoatableattheotherendoftheroom,onwhichwritingmaterialswereplaced。“IhatemovingthemomentIhavehadmybreakfast,“hesaid。“Wewon’tgointothelibrary。Bringmethepenandinkhere。“
  “AreyougoingtowritetoMissSilvester?“
  “Thatisthequestionbeforeuswhichwehavenotsettledyet。
  BeforeIdecide,Iwanttobeinpossessionofthefacts——downtothesmallestdetailofwhattookplacebetweenyouandMissSilvesterattheinn。Thereisonlyonewayofgettingatthosefacts。IamgoingtoexamineyouasifIhadyoubeforemeinthewitness-boxincourt。“
  Withthatpreface,andwithArnold’sletterfromBadeninhishandasabrieftospeakfrom,SirPatrickputhisquestionsinclearandendlesssuccession;andArnoldpatientlyandfaithfullyansweredthemall。
  TheexaminationproceededuninterruptedlyuntilithadreachedthatpointintheprogressofeventsatwhichAnnehadcrushedGeoffreyDelamayn’sletterinherhand,andhadthrownitfromherindignantlytotheotherendoftheroom。There,forthefirsttime,SirPatrickdippedhispenintheink,apparentlyintendingtotakeanote。“Beverycarefulhere,“hesaid;“I
  wanttoknoweverythingthatyoucantellmeaboutthatletter。“
  “Theletterislost,“saidArnold。
  “TheletterhasbeenstolenbyBishopriggs,“returnedSirPatrick,“andisinthepossessionofBishopriggsatthismoment。“
  “Why,youknowmoreaboutitthanIdo!“exclaimedArnold。
  “Isincerelyhopenot。Idon’tknowwhatwasinsidetheletter。
  Doyou?“
  “Yes。Partofitatleast。“
  “Partofit?“
  “Thereweretwoletterswritten,onthesamesheetofpaper,“
  saidArnold。“OneofthemwaswrittenbyGeoffreyDelamayn——andthatistheoneIknowabout。“
  SirPatrickstarted。Hisfacebrightened;hemadeahastynote。
  “Goon,“hesaid,eagerly。“Howcametheletterstobewrittenonthesamesheet?Explainthat!“