the haunted hotel-第27节
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Mr。 Westwick。 He sank； with many other unfortunate people；
under a fever prevalent in a Western city which we happened to visit。
The calamity of his loss made the United States unendurable to me。
I left by the first steamer that sailed from New Yorka French vessel
which brought me to Havre。 I continued my lonely journey to the South
of France。 And then I went on to Venice。'
'What does all this matter to me？' Francis thought to himself。
She paused； evidently expecting him to say something。 'So you have come
to Venice？' he said carelessly。 'Why？'
'Because I couldn't help it；' she answered。
Francis looked at her with cynical curiosity。 'That sounds odd；'
he remarked。 'Why couldn't you help it？'
'Women are accustomed to act on impulse；' she explained。
'Suppose we say that an impulse has directed my journey？ And yet；
this is the last place in the world that I wish to find myself in。
Associations that I detest are connected with it in my mind。
If I had a will of my own； I would never see it again。
I hate Venice。 As you see； however； I am here。 When did you
meet with such an unreasonable woman before？ Never； I am sure！'
She stopped； eyed him for a moment； and suddenly altered her tone。
'When is Miss Agnes Lockwood expected to be in Venice？'
she asked。
It was not easy to throw Francis off his balance；
but that extraordinary question did it。 'How the
devil did you know that Miss Lockwood was coming to Venice？' he exclaimed。
She laugheda bitter mocking laugh。 'Say； I guessed it！'
Something in her tone； or perhaps something in the audacious
defiance of her eyes as they rested on him； roused the quick
temper that was in Francis Warwick。 'Lady Montbarry！' he began。
'Stop there！' she interposed。 'Your brother Stephen's wife calls
herself Lady Montbarry now。 I share my title with no woman。
Call me by my name before I committed the fatal mistake of marrying
your brother。 Address me； if you please； as Countess Narona。'
'Countess Narona；' Francis resumed； 'if your object in claiming
my acquaintance is to mystify me； you have come to the wrong man。
Speak plainly； or permit me to wish you good evening。'
'If your object is to keep Miss Lockwood's arrival in Venice a secret；'
she retorted； 'speak plainly； Mr。 Westwick； on your side；
and say so。'
Her intention was evidently to irritate him； and she succeeded。
'Nonsense！' he broke out petulantly。 'My brother's travelling
arrangements are secrets to nobody。 He brings Miss Lockwood here；
with Lady Montbarry and the children。 As you seem so well informed；
perhaps you know why she is coming to Venice？'
The Countess had suddenly become grave and thoughtful。 She made no reply。
The two strangely associated companions； having reached one extremity
of the square； were now standing before the church of St。 Mark。
The moonlight was bright enough to show the architecture
of the grand cathedral in its wonderful variety of detail。
Even the pigeons of St。 Mark were visible； in dark closely packed rows；
roosting in the archways of the great entrance doors。
'I never saw the old church look so beautiful by moonlight；'
the Countess said quietly； speaking； not to Francis； but to herself。
'Good…bye； St。 Mark's by moonlight！ I shall not see you again。'
She turned away from the church； and saw Francis listening
to her with wondering looks。 'No；' she resumed； placidly picking
up the lost thread of the conversation； 'I don't know why Miss
Lockwood is coming here； I only know that we are to meet in Venice。'
'By previous appointment？'
'By Destiny；' she answered； with her head on her breast； and her
eyes on the ground。 Francis burst out laughing。 'Or； if you like
it better；' she instantly resumed； 'by what fools call Chance。'
Francis answered easily； out of the depths of his strong common sense。
'Chance seems to be taking a queer way of bringing the meeting about；'
he said。 'We have all arranged to meet at the Palace Hotel。
How is it that your name is not on the Visitors' List？ Destiny ought
to have brought you to the Palace Hotel too。'
She abruptly pulled down her veil。 'Destiny may do that yet！' she said。
'The Palace Hotel？' she repeated； speaking once more to herself。
'The old hell； transformed into the new purgatory。 The place itself！
Jesu Maria！ the place itself！' She paused and laid her hand on her
companion's arm。 'Perhaps Miss Lockwood is not going there with the rest
of you？' she burst out with sudden eagerness。 'Are you positively
sure she will be at the hotel？'
'Positively！ Haven't I told you that Miss Lockwood travels with Lord
and Lady Montbarry？ and don't you know that she is a member of the family？
You will have to move； Countess； to our hotel。'
She was perfectly impenetrable to the bantering tone in which he spoke。
'Yes；' she said faintly； 'I shall have to move to your hotel。'
Her hand was still on his armhe could feel her shivering from head
to foot while she spoke。 Heartily as he disliked and distrusted her；
the common instinct of humanity obliged him to ask if she
felt cold。
'Yes；' she said。 'Cold and faint。'
'Cold and faint； Countess； on such a night as this？'
'The night has nothing to do with it； Mr。 Westwick。 How do you suppose
the criminal feels on the scaffold； while the hangman is putting
the rope around his neck？ Cold and faint； too； I should think。
Excuse my grim fancy。 You see； Destiny has got the rope round my neck
and I feel it。'
She looked about her。 They were at that moment close to the famous
cafe known as 'Florian's。' 'Take me in there；' she said；
'I must have something to revive me。 You had better not hesitate。
You are interested in reviving me。 I have not said what I wanted to say
to you yet。 It's business； and it's connected with your theatre。'
Wondering inwardly what she could possibly want with his theatre；
Francis reluctantly yielded to the necessities of the situation；
and took her into the cafe。 He found a quiet corner in which they could
take their places without attracting notice。 'What will you have？'
he inquired resignedly。 She gave her own orders to the waiter；
without troubling him to speak for her。
'Maraschino。 And a pot of tea。'
The waiter stared； Francis stared。 The tea was a novelty
（in connection with maraschino） to both of them。 Careless whether
she surprised them or not； she instructed the waiter； when her
directions had been complied with； to pour a large wine…glass…full
of the liqueur into a tumbler； and to fill it up from the teapot。
'I can't do it for myself；' she remarked； 'my hand trembles so。'
She drank the strange mixture eagerly； hot as it was。 'Maraschino punch
will you taste some of it？' she said。 'I inherit the discovery
of this drink。 When your English Queen Caroline was on the Continent；
my mother was attached to her Court。 That much injured Royal
Person invented； in her happier hours； maraschino punch。
Fondly attached to her gracious mistress； my mother shared her tastes。
And I； in my turn； learnt from my mother。 Now； Mr。 Westwick；
suppose I tell you what my business is。 You are manager of a theatre。
Do you want a new play？'
'I always want a new playprovided it's a good one。'
'And you pay； if it's a good one？'
'I pay liberallyin my own interests。'
'If I write the play； will you read it？'
Francis hesitated。 'What has put writing a play into your head？'
he asked。
'Mere accident；' she answered。 'I had once occasion to tell my late
brother of a visit which I paid to Miss Lockwood； when I was last
in England。 He took no interest at what happened at the interview；
but something struck him in my way of relating it。 He said；
〃You describe what passed between you and the lady with the point
and contrast of good stage dialogue。 You have the dramatic instinct
try if you can write a play。 You might make money。〃 That put it into
my head。'
Those last words seemed to startle Francis。 'Surely you don't
want money！' he exclaimed。
'I always want money。 My tastes are expensive。 I have nothing
but my poor little four hundred a yearand the wreck that is left
of the other money： about two hundred pounds in circular notes
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