five tales-第10节
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〃Yes。〃
〃What has come？〃
〃Guilty。〃
For a moment Keith thought she was going to faint。 She had closed her eyes； and swayed so that he took a step； and put his hands on her arms。
〃Listen！〃 he said。 〃Help me； don't let Laurence out of your sight。 We must have time。 I must see what they intend to do。 They can't be going to hang this man。 I must have time； I tell you。 You must prevent his giving himself up。〃
She stood； staring in his face； while he still held her arms； gripping into her soft flesh through the velvety sleeves。
〃Do you understand？〃
〃Yes…but if he has already！〃
Keith felt the shiver which ran through her。 And the thought rushed into his mind： 'My God！ Suppose the police come round while I'm here！' If Larry had indeed gone to them！ If that Policeman who had seen him here the night after the murder should find him here again just after the verdict！ He said almost fiercely：
〃Can I trust you not to let Larry out of your sight？ Quick！ Answer！〃
Clasping her hands to her breast； she answered humbly：
〃I will try。〃
〃If he hasn't already done this； watch him like a lynx！ Don't let him go out without you。 I'll come to…morrow morning early。 You're a Catholic； aren't you？ Swear to me that you won't let him do anything till he's seen me again。〃
She did not answer； looking past him at the door； and Keith heard a key in the latch。 There was Laurence himself； holding in his hand a great bunch of pink lilies and white narcissi。 His face was pale and haggard。 He said quietly：
〃Hallo； Keith！〃
The girl's eyes were fastened on Larry's face； and Keith； looking from one to the other； knew that he had never had more need for wariness。
〃Have you seen？〃 he said。
Laurence nodded。 His expression； as a rule so tell…tale of his emotions； baffled Keith utterly。
〃Well？〃
〃I've been expecting it。〃
〃The thing can't standthat's certain。 But I must have time to look into the report。 I must have time to see what I can do。 D'you understand me； LarryI must have time。〃 He knew he was talking at random。 The only thing was to get them away at once out of reach of confession； but he dared not say so。
〃Promise me that you'll do nothing； that you won't go out even till I've seen you to…morrow morning。〃
Again Laurence nodded。 And Keith looked at the girl。 Would she see that he did not break that promise？ Her eyes were still fixed immovably on Larry's face。 And with the feeling that he could get no further； Keith turned to go。
〃Promise me；〃 he said。
Laurence answered： 〃I promise。〃
He was smiling。 Keith could make nothing of that smile； nor of the expression in the girl's eyes。 And saying： 〃I have your promise； I rely on it！〃 he went。
IX
To keep from any woman who loves； knowledge of her lover's mood； is as hard as to keep music from moving the heart。 But when that woman has lived in suffering； and for the first time knows the comfort of love； then let the lover try as he may to disguise his heartno use！ Yet by virtue of subtler abnegation she will often succeed in keeping it from him that she knows。
When Keith was gone the girl made no outcry； asked no questions； managed that Larry should not suspect her intuition； all that evening she acted as if she knew of nothing preparing within him； and through him； within herself。
His words； caresses； the very zest with which he helped her to prepare the feast； the flowers he had brought； the wine he made her drink； the avoidance of any word which could spoil their happiness； allall told her。 He was too inexorably gay and loving。 Not for herto whom every word and every kiss had uncannily the desperate value of a last word and kissnot for her to deprive herself of these by any sign or gesture which might betray her prescience。 Poor soulshe took all； and would have taken more； a hundredfold。 She did not want to drink the wine he kept tilting into her glass； but； with the acceptance learned by women who have lived her life； she did not refuse。 She had never refused him anything。 So much had been required of her by the detestable； that anything required by a loved one was but an honour。
Laurence drank deeply； but he had never felt clearer； never seen things more clearly。 The wine gave him what he wanted； an edge to these few hours of pleasure； an exaltation of energy。 It dulled his sense of pity； too。 It was pity he was afraid offor himself； and for this girl。 To make even this tawdry room look beautiful； with firelight and candlelight； dark amber wine in the glasses； tall pink lilies spilling their saffron； exuding their hot perfume he and even himself must look their best。 And with a weight as of lead on her heart； she managed that for him； letting him strew her with flowers and crush them together with herself。 Not even music was lacking to their feast。 Someone was playing a pianola across the street； and the sound； very faint； came stealing when they were silentswelling； sinking； festive； mournful； having a far…off life of its own； like the flickering fire…flames before which they lay embraced； or the lilies delicate between the candles。 Listening to that music； tracing with his finger the tiny veins on her breast； he lay like one recovering from a swoon。 No parting。 None！ But sleep； as the firelight sleeps when flames die； as music sleeps on its deserted strings。
And the girl watched him。
It was nearly ten when he bade her go to bed。 And after she had gone obedient into the bedroom； he brought ink and paper down by the fire。 The drifter； the unstable； the good…for…nothingdid not falter。 He had thought； when it came to the point； he would fail himself； but a sort of rage bore him forward。 If he lived on； and confessed； they would shut him up； take from him the one thing he loved； cut him off from her； sand up his only well in the desert。 Curse them！ And he wrote by firelight which mellowed the white sheets of paper； while； against the dark curtain； the girl； in her nightgown； unconscious of the cold； stood watching。
Men； when they drown； remember their pasts。 Like the lost poet he had 〃gone with the wind。〃 Now it was for him to be true in his fashion。 A man may falter for weeks and weeks； consciously； subconsciously； even in his dreams； till there comes that moment when the only thing impossible is to go on faltering。 The black cap； the little driven grey man looking up at it with a sort of wonder faltering had ceased！
He had finished now； and was but staring into the fire。
〃No more； no more； the moon is dead； And all the people in it； The poppy maidens strew the bed； We'll come in half a minute。〃
Why did doggerel start up in the mind like that？ Wanda！ The weed… flower become so rare he would not be parted from her！ The fire； the candles； and the fireno more the flame and flicker！
And； by the dark curtain； the girl watched。
X
Keith went； not home； but to his club； and in the room devoted to the reception of guests； empty at this hour； he sat down and read the report of the trial。 The fools had made out a case that looked black enough。 And for a long time； on the thick soft carpet which let out no sound of footfall； he paced up and down； thinking。 He might see the defending counsel； might surely do that as an expert who thought there had been miscarriage of justice。 They must appeal； a petition too might be started in the last event。 The thing couldmust be put right yet； if only Larry and that girl did nothing！
He had no appetite； but the custom of dining is too strong。 And while he ate； he glanced with irritation at his fellow…members。 They looked so at their ease。 Unjustthat this black cloud should hang over one blameless as any of them！ Friends； connoisseurs of such thingsa judge among themcame specially to his table to express their admiration of his conduct of that will case。 Tonight he had real excuse for pride； but he felt none。 Yet； in this well…warmed quietly glowing room； filled with decorously eating； decorously talking men； he gained insensibly some comfort。 This surely was reality； that shadowy business out there only the drear sound of a wind one must and did keep outlike the poverty and grime which had no real existence for the secure and prosperous。 He drank champagne。 It helped to fortify reality； to make shadows seem more shadowy。 And down in the smoking…room he sat before the fire； in one of those chairs which embalm after…dinner dreams。 He grew sleepy there； and at eleven o'clock rose to go home。 But when he had once passed down the shallow marble steps； out through the revolving door which let in no draughts； he was visited by fear； as if he had drawn it in with the breath of the January wind。 Larry's face； and the girl watching it！ Why had she watched like that？ Larry's smile； and the flowers in his hand？ Buying flowers at such a moment！ The girl was his slave…whatever he told her； she would do。 But she would never be able to stop him。 At this very moment he might be rushing to give himself up！
His hand； thrust deep into the pocket of his fur coat； came in contact suddenly with something cold。 The keys Larry had given him all that time ago。 There they had lai
