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第135章

  TheybothappearedtoderivealargeramountofsatisfactionfromthecautiouscharacterofMrPancks,thanwasquiteintelligible,judgedbythesurfaceoftheirconversation。
  ’Andnow,’saidDaniel,lookingathiswatch,’astimeandtidewaitfornoman,mytrustypartner,andasIamreadyforstarting,bagandbaggage,atthegatebelow,letmesayalastword。Iwantyoutograntarequestofmine。’
  ’Anyrequestyoucanmake——Except,’Clennamwasquickwithhisexception,forhispartner’sfacewasquickinsuggestingit,’exceptthatIwillabandonyourinvention。’
  ’That’stherequest,andyouknowitis,’saidDoyce。
  ’Isay,No,then。Isaypositively,No。NowthatIhavebegun,I
  willhavesomedefinitereason,someresponsiblestatement,somethinginthenatureofarealanswer,fromthosepeople。’
  ’Youwillnot,’returnedDoyce,shakinghishead。’Takemywordforit,youneverwill。’
  ’Atleast,I’lltry,’saidClennam。’Itwilldomenoharmtotry。’
  ’Iamnotcertainofthat,’rejoinedDoyce,layinghishandpersuasivelyonhisshoulder。’Ithasdonemeharm,myfriend。Ithasagedme,tiredme,vexedme,disappointedme。Itdoesnomananygoodtohavehispatiencewornout,andtothinkhimselfill-
  used。Ifancy,evenalready,thatunavailingattendanceondelaysandevasionshasmadeyousomethinglesselasticthanyouusedtobe。’
  ’Privateanxietiesmayhavedonethatforthemoment,’saidClennam,’butnotofficialharrying。Notyet。Iamnothurtyet。’
  ’Thenyouwon’tgrantmyrequest?’
  ’Decidedly,No,’saidClennam。’IshouldbeashamedifIsubmittedtobesosoondrivenoutofthefield,whereamucholderandamuchmoresensitivelyinterestedmancontendedwithfortitudesolong。’
  Astherewasnomovinghim,DanielDoycereturnedthegraspofhishand,and,castingafarewelllookroundthecounting-house,wentdown-stairswithhim。DoycewastogotoSouthamptontojointhesmallstaffofhisfellow-travellers;andacoachwasatthegate,wellfurnishedandpacked,andreadytotakehimthere。Theworkmenwereatthegatetoseehimoff,andweremightilyproudofhim。’Goodlucktoyou,MrDoyce!’saidoneofthenumber。
  ’Whereveryougo,they’llfindasthey’vegotamanamong’emamanasknowshistoolsandashistoolsknows,amanasiswillingandamanasisable,andifthat’snotaman,whereisaman!’
  Thisorationfromagruffvolunteerintheback-ground,notpreviouslysuspectedofanypowersinthatway,wasreceivedwiththreeloudcheers;andthespeakerbecameadistinguishedcharacterforeverafterwards。Inthemidstofthethreeloudcheers,Danielgavethemallahearty’GoodBye,Men!’andthecoachdisappearedfromsight,asiftheconcussionoftheairhadblownitoutofBleedingHeartYard。
  MrBaptist,asagratefullittlefellowinapositionoftrust,wasamongtheworkmen,andhaddoneasmuchtowardsthecheeringasamereforeignercould。Intruth,nomenonearthcancheerlikeEnglishmen,whodosorallyoneanother’sbloodandspiritwhentheycheerinearnest,thatthestirisliketherushoftheirwholehistory,withallitsstandardswavingatonce,fromSaxonAlfred’sdownwards。MrBaptisthadbeeninamannerwhirledawaybeforetheonset,andwastakinghisbreathinquiteascaredconditionwhenClennambeckonedhimtofollowup-stairs,andreturnthebooksandpaperstotheirplaces。
  Inthelullconsequentonthedeparture——inthatfirstvacuitywhichensuesoneveryseparation,foreshadowingthegreatseparationthatisalwaysoverhangingallmankind——Arthurstoodathisdesk,lookingdreamilyoutatagleamofsun。Buthisliberatedattentionsoonrevertedtothethemethatwasforemostinhisthoughts,andbegan,forthehundredthtime,todwelluponeverycircumstancethathadimpresseditselfuponhismindonthemysteriousnightwhenhehadseenthemanathismother’s。Againthemanjostledhiminthecrookedstreet,againhefollowedthemanandlosthim,againhecameuponthemaninthecourt-yardlookingatthehouse,againhefollowedthemanandstoodbesidehimonthedoor-steps。
  ’Whopassesbythisroadsolate?
  CompagnondelaMajolaine;
  Whopassesbythisroadsolate?
  Alwaysgay!’
  Itwasnotthefirsttime,bymany,thathehadrecalledthesongofthechild’sgame,ofwhichthefellowhadhummed@versewhiletheystoodsidebyside;buthewassounconsciousofhavingrepeateditaudibly,thathestartedtohearthenextverse。
  ’Ofalltheking’sknights’tistheflower,CompagnondelaMajolaine;
  Ofalltheking’sknights’tistheflower,Alwaysgay!’
  Cavallettohaddeferentiallysuggestedthewordsandtune,supposinghimtohavestoppedshortforwantofmore。
  ’Ah!Youknowthesong,Cavalletto?’
  ’ByBacchus,yes,sir!TheyallknowitinFrance。Ihavehearditmanytimes,sungbythelittlechildren。ThelasttimewhenitIhaveheard,’saidMrBaptist,formerlyCavalletto,whousuallywentbacktohisnativeconstructionofsentenceswhenhismemorywentnearhome,’isfromasweetlittlevoice。Alittlevoice,verypretty,veryinnocent。Altro!’
  ’ThelasttimeIheardit,’returnedArthur,’wasinavoicequitethereverseofpretty,andquitethereverseofinnocent。’Hesaiditmoretohimselfthantohiscompanion,andaddedtohimself,repeatingtheman’snextwords。’Deathofmylife,sir,it’smycharactertobeimpatient!’
  ’EH!’criedCavalletto,astounded,andwithallhiscolourgoneinamoment。
  ’Whatisthematter?’
  ’Sir!YouknowwhereIhaveheardthatsongthelasttime?’
  Withhisrapidnativeaction,hishandsmadetheoutlineofahighhooknose,pushedhiseyesneartogether,dishevelledhishair,puffedouthisupperliptorepresentathickmoustache,andthrewtheheavyendofanidealcloakoverhisshoulder。Whiledoingthis,withaswiftnessincredibletoonewhohasnotwatchedanItalianpeasant,heindicatedaveryremarkableandsinistersmile。
  Thewholechangepassedoverhimlikeaflashoflight,andhestoodinthesameinstant,paleandastonished,beforehispatron。
  ’InthenameofFateandwonder,’saidClennam,’whatdoyoumean?
  DoyouknowamanofthenameofBlandois?’
  ’No!’saidMrBaptist,shakinghishead。
  ’Youhavejustnowdescribedamanwhowasbywhenyouheardthatsong;haveyounot?’
  ’Yes!’saidMrBaptist,noddingfiftytimes。
  ’AndwashenotcalledBlandois?’
  ’No!’saidMrBaptist。’Altro,Altro,Altro,Altro!’Hecouldnotrejectthenamesufficiently,withhisheadandhisrightforefingergoingatonce。
  ’Stay!’criedClennam,spreadingoutthehandbillonhisdesk。
  ’Wasthistheman?YoucanunderstandwhatIreadaloud?’
  ’Altogether。Perfectly。’
  ’Butlookatit,too。Comehereandlookoverme,whileIread。’
  MrBaptistapproached,followedeverywordwithhisquickeyes,sawandhearditalloutwiththegreatestimpatience,thenclappedhistwohandsflatuponthebillasifhehadfiercelycaughtsomenoxiouscreature,andcried,lookingeagerlyatClennam,’Itistheman!Beholdhim!’
  ’Thisisoffargreatermomenttome’saidClennam,ingreatagitation,’thanyoucanimagine。Tellmewhereyouknewtheman。’
  MrBaptist,releasingthepaperveryslowlyandwithmuchdiscomfiture,anddrawinghimselfbacktwoorthreepaces,andmakingasthoughhedustedhishands,returned,verymuchagainsthiswill:
  ’AtMarsiglia——Marseilles。’
  ’Whatwashe?’
  ’Aprisoner,and——Altro!Ibelieveyes!——an,’MrBaptistcreptcloseragaintowhisperit,’Assassin!’
  Clennamfellbackasifthewordhadstruckhimablow:soterriblediditmakehismother’scommunicationwiththemanappear。
  Cavallettodroppedononeknee,andimploredhim,witharedundancyofgesticulation,tohearwhathadbroughthimselfintosuchfoulcompany。
  Hetoldwithperfecttruthhowithadcomeofalittlecontrabandtrading,andhowhehadintimebeenreleasedfromprison,andhowhehadgoneawayfromthoseantecedents。How,atthehouseofentertainmentcalledtheBreakofDayatChalonsontheSaone,hehadbeenawakenedinhisbedatnightbythesameassassin,thenassumingthenameofLagnier,thoughhisnamehadformerlybeenRigaud;howtheassassinhadproposedthattheyshouldjointheirfortunestogether;howheheldtheassassininsuchdreadandaversionthathehadfledfromhimatdaylight,andhowhehadeversincebeenhauntedbythefearofseeingtheassassinagainandbeingclaimedbyhimasanacquaintance。Whenhehadrelatedthis,withanemphasisandpoiseontheword,’assassin,’peculiarlybelongingtohisownlanguage,andwhichdidnotservetorenderitlessterribletoClennam,hesuddenlysprangtohisfeet,pounceduponthebillagain,andwithavehemencethatwouldhavebeenabsolutemadnessinanymanofNorthernorigin,cried’Beholdthesameassassin!Hereheis!’
  Inhispassionateraptures,heatfirstforgotthefactthathehadlatelyseentheassassininLondon。Onhisrememberingit,itsuggestedhopetoClennamthattherecognitionmightbeoflaterdatethanthenightofthevisitathismother’s;butCavallettowastooexactandclearabouttimeandplace,toleaveanyopeningfordoubtthatithadprecededthatoccasion。
  ’Listen,’saidArthur,veryseriously。’Thisman,aswehavereadhere,haswhollydisappeared。’
  ’OfitIamwellcontent!’saidCavalletto,raisinghiseyespiously。’AthousandthankstoHeaven!Accursedassassin!’
  ’Notso,’returnedClennam;’foruntilsomethingmoreisheardofhim,Icanneverknowanhour’speace。’
  ’Enough,Benefactor;thatisquiteanotherthing。Amillionofexcuses!’
  ’Now,Cavalletto,’saidClennam,gentlyturninghimbythearm,sothattheylookedintoeachother’seyes。’IamcertainthatforthelittleIhavebeenabletodoforyou,youarethemostsincerelygratefulofmen。’
  ’Iswearit!’criedtheother。
  ’Iknowit。Ifyoucouldfindthisman,ordiscoverwhathasbecomeofhim,orgainanylaterintelligencewhateverofhim,youwouldrendermeaserviceaboveanyotherserviceIcouldreceiveintheworld,andwouldmakemewithfargreaterreasonasgratefultoyouasyouaretome。’
  ’Iknownotwheretolook,’criedthelittleman,kissingArthur’shandinatransport。’Iknownotwheretobegin。Iknownotwheretogo。But,courage!Enough!Itmattersnot!Igo,inthisinstantoftime!’