hard cash-第142节
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〃Oh； are you？〃 said the other serenely； for he was also under the benign influence。
〃Yes；〃 said Edward； 〃I am your ally； and a mere spy in the camp of those two ladies。 I watch all their moves for your sake。〃
Alfred forgave him。 And thus his whole life was changed； and for nearly twelve months （for Dr。 Alder let him reside in the Hall through the vacation） he pursued the quiet tenor of a student's life； interrupted at times by law； but that is another topic。
WIFE AND NO WIFE。
Mrs。 Dodd was visibly shaken by that calamity which made her shrink with horror from the sight of Alfred Hardie。 In the winter she was so unwell that she gave up her duties with Messrs。 Cross and Co。 Her connection with them had been creditable to both parties。 I believe I forgot to say why they trusted her so； well； I must tell it elsewhere。 David off her hands； she was independent； and had lost the motive and the heart for severe work。 She told the partners she could no longer do them justice； and left them； to their regret。 They then advised her to set up as a milliner； and offered her credit for goods at cash prices up to two thousand pounds。 She thanked them like a sorrowful queen； and went her way。
In the spring she recovered some spirit and health； but at midsummer a great and subtle misfortune befell her。 Her mind was bent on David night and day； and used to struggle to evade the laws of space that bind its grosser companion； and find her lost husband on the sea。 She often dreamt of him； but vaguely。 But one fatal night she had a dream as clear as daylight； and sharp as white pebbles in the sun。 She was on a large ship with guns； she saw men bring a dead sailor up the side； she saw all their faces； and the dead man's too。 It was David。 His face was white。 A clear voice said he was to be buried in the deep next morning。 She saw the deck at her feet； the breeches of the guns； so clear； so defined； that； when she awoke； and found herself in the dark； she thought reality was the illusion。 She told the dream to Julia and Edward。 They tried to encourage her； in vain。 〃I saw him；〃 she said； 〃I saw him； it was a vision； not a dream； my David is dead。 Well； then； I shall not be long behind him。〃
Dr。 Sampson ridiculed her dream to her face。 But to her children he told another story。 〃I am anxious about her；〃 he said； 〃most anxious。 There is no mortal ill the distempered brain may not cause。 Is it not devilish we can hear nothing of him？ She will fret herself into the grave； as sure as fate； if something does not turn up。〃
Her children could not console her； they tried； but something hung round their own hearts； and chilled every effort。 In a word； they shared her fears。 How came she to see him on board a ship with guns？ In her waking hours she always said he was on a merchant ship。 Was it not one of those visions； which come to mortals and give them sometimes a peep into Space； and； far more rarely； a glance into Time？
One day in the autumn； Alfred； being in town on law business； met what seemed the ghost of Mrs。 Dodd in the streets。 She saw him not； her eye was on that ghastly face she had seen in her dreams。 It flashed through his mind that she would not live long to part him and Julia。 But he discouraged the ungenerous thought； almost forgave her repugnance to himself； and felt it would be worse than useless to ask Julia to leave her mother； who was leaving her visibly。
But her horror of him was anything but softened； and she used to tell Dr。 Sampson she thought the sight of that man would kill her now。 Edward himself began to hope Alfred would turn his affections elsewhere。 The house in Pembroke Street was truly the house of mourning now； all their calamities were light compared with this。
THE DISTRICT VISITOR。
While Julia was writing letters to keep up Alfred's heart； she was very sad herself Moreover； he had left her for Oxford but a very few days； when she received an anonymous letter； her first。 It was written in a female hand； and couched in friendly and sympathetic terms。 The writer thought it only fair to warn her that Mr。 Alfred Hardie was passionately fond of a lady in the asylum； and had offered her marriage。 If Miss Dodd wished to be deceived； let her burn this letter and think no more of it； if not； let her insert this advertisement in the Times： 〃The whole Truth。L。 D。；〃 and her correspondent would communicate particulars by word or writing。
What a barbed and poisoned arrow is to the body； was this letter to Julia's mind。 She sat cold as a stone with this poison in her hand。 Then came an impetuous impulse to send it down to Alfred； and request him to transfer the other half of his heart to his lady of the asylum。 Then she paused； and remembered how much unjust suspicion had been levelled at him already。 What right had she to insult him？ She would try and keep the letter to herself。 As to acting upon it； her good sense speedily suggested it came from the rival in question； real or supposed。 〃She wants to make use of me；〃 said Julia； 〃it is plain Alfred does not care much for her； or why does she come to me？〃 She put the letter in her desk； and it rankled in her heart。 _Hoeret lateri lethalis arundo。_ She trembled at herself； she felt a savage passion had been touched in her。 She prayed day and night against jealousy。
But I must now； to justify my heading； skip some months； and relate a remarkable incident that befell her in the said character。 On the first of August in this year； a good Christian woman； one of her patients； asked her to call on Mr。 Barkington； that lodged above。 〃He is a decent body； miss； and between you and me； I think his complaint is； he don't get quite enough to eat。〃
〃Barkington！〃 said Julia； and put her hand to her bosom。 She went and tapped at his door。
〃Come in；〃 said a shrillish voice。
She entered； and found a weazened old man seated； mending his own coat。
He rose； and she told him she was a district visitor。 He said he had heard of her； they called her the beautiful lady in that court。 This was news to her； and made her blush。 She asked leave to read a chapter to him； he listened as to some gentle memory of childhood。 She prescribed him a glass of port wine； and dispensed it on the instant。 Thus physicked； her patient became communicative； and chattered on about his native placebut did not name itand talked about the people there。 Now our district visitor was； if the truth must be told； a compounder。 She would permit her pupils to talk about earthly affairs； on condition they would listen to heavenly ones before she went。 So she let this old man run on； and he told her he had been a banker's clerk all his life； and saved a thousand pounds； and come up to London to make his fortune on the Stock Exchange； and there he was sometimes a bull； and sometimes a bear； and whichever he was； certain foxes called brokers and jobbers got the profit and he the loss。 〃It's all the same as a gambling…table；〃 said he。 〃The jobbers and brokers have got the same odds the bank has at Rouge et Noir； and the little capitalist like me is doomed beforehand。〃 Then he told her that there was a crossing…sweeper near the Exchange who came from his native place； and had started as a speculator； and come down to that。 Only he called it rising； and used to speak with a shudder of when he dabbled in the funds； and often told him to look sharp； and get a crossing。 And lo！ one day when he was cleaned out； and desperate； and hovering with the other ghosts of little capitalists about the tomb of their money； he saw his countryman fall flat； and the broom fly out of his hand。 Instantly he made a rush； and so did a wooden…legged sailor； but he got first to the broom； and began to sweep while others picked up his countryman； who proved dead as a herring； and he succeeded to his broom； and it made money by the Exchange； though he never could。 Still； one day he picked up a pocket…book in that neighbourhood； with a lump of money； which he straightway advertised inno newspapers。 And now； Julia thought it time to interpose the eighth commandment； the golden rule； and such branches of learning。
He became a favourite of hers： he had so much to say： she even thought she had seen his face before： but she could not tell where。 She gave him good books and tracts； and read to him； and ploughed his heart with her sweet voice； and sowed the good seed in the furrowsseed which； like wheat or other grain； often seems to fall flat and die； but comes out green after many days。
One Saturday she invited him to dine with the servants next day。 He came during church time； and went away in the afternoon while she was with her mother。 But she asked Sarah； who proved eager to talk about him。 〃He was a rum customer； kept asking questions all dinner time。 'Well；' says I； 'you're good company you are； be you a lawyer； for you examines us； but you don't tell us nothing。' Ye see； Miss； Jane she is that simple； she was telling him everything； and about Mr。 Alfred's lawsuit with his father and all。〃
Julia said that was indiscreet； but after all what did it matter？
〃Who knows； Miss？〃 Sarah replied： 〃least said is soonest mended。 If you please； Miss； who is he？ Where does he bide？ Where does he come from？ Does he know Hardies
