the haunted hotel-第29节
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'Surely；' he said； 'you are not foolish enough to take what I
have been telling you seriously？'
Her lips moved slowly。 As it seemed； she was making an effort
to speak to him。
'Louder；' he said。 'I can't hear you。'
She struggled to recover possession of herself。 A faint light began
to soften the dull cold stare of her eyes。 In a moment more she
spoke so that he could hear her。
'I never thought of the other world；' she murmured； in low dull tones；
like a woman talking in her sleep。
Her mind had gone back to the day of her last memorable interview
with Agnes； she was slowly recalling the confession that had escaped her；
the warning words which she had spoken at that past time。
Necessarily incapable of understanding this； Francis looked
at her in perplexity。 She went on in the same dull vacant tone；
steadily following out her own train of thought； with her heedless
eyes on his face； and her wandering mind far away from him。
'I said some trifling event would bring us together the next time。
I was wrong。 No trifling event will bring us together。
I said I might be the person who told her what had become of Ferrari；
if she forced me to it。 Shall I feel some other influence than hers？
Will he force me to it？ When she sees him； shall I see
him too？'
Her head sank a little； her heavy eyelids dropped slowly；
she heaved a long low weary sigh。 Francis put her arm in his；
and made an attempt to rouse her。
'Come； Countess； you are weary and over…wrought。 We have had
enough talking to…night。 Let me see you safe back to your hotel。
Is it far from here？'
She started when he moved； and obliged her to move with him；
as if he had suddenly awakened her out of a deep sleep。
'Not far；' she said faintly。 'The old hotel on the quay。
My mind's in a strange state； I have forgotten the name。'
'Danieli's？'
'Yes！'
He led her on slowly。 She accompanied him in silence as far
as the end of the Piazzetta。 There； when the full view of
the moonlit Lagoon revealed itself； she stopped him as he turned
towards the Riva degli Schiavoni。 'I have something to ask you。
I want to wait and think。'
She recovered her lost idea； after a long pause。
'Are you going to sleep in the room to…night？' she asked。
He told her that another traveller was in possession of the room
that night。 'But the manager has reserved it for me to…morrow；'
he added； 'if I wish to have it。'
'No；' she said。 'You must give it up。'
'To whom？'
'To me！'
He started。 'After what I have told you； do you really wish
to sleep in that room to…morrow night？'
'I must sleep in it。'
'Are you not afraid？'
'I am horribly afraid。'
'So I should have thought； after what I have observed in you to…night。
Why should you take the room？ you are not obliged to occupy it；
unless you like。'
'I was not obliged to go to Venice； when I left America；' she answered。
'And yet I came here。 I must take the room； and keep the room； until'
She broke off at those words。 'Never mind the rest；' she said。
'It doesn't interest you。'
It was useless to dispute with her。 Francis changed the subject。
'We can do nothing to…night；' he said。 'I will call on you
to…morrow morning； and hear what you think of it then。'
They moved on again to the hotel。 As they approached the door；
Francis asked if she was staying in Venice under her own name。
She shook her head。 'As your brother's widow； I am known here。
As Countess Narona； I am known here。 I want to be unknown； this time；
to strangers in Venice； I am travelling under a common English name。'
She hesitated； and stood still。 'What has come to me？'
she muttered to herself。 'Some things I remember； and some I forget。
I forgot Danieli'sand now I forget my English name。'
She drew him hurriedly into the hall of the hotel； on the wall
of which hung a list of visitors' names。 Running her finger
slowly down the list； she pointed to the English name that she had
assumed：'Mrs。 James。'
'Remember that when you call to…morrow；' she said。 'My head is heavy。
Good night。'
Francis went back to his own hotel； wondering what the events
of the next day would bring forth。 A new turn in his affairs
had taken place in his absence。 As he crossed the hall； he was
requested by one of the servants to walk into the private office。
The manager was waiting there with a gravely pre…occupied manner；
as if he had something serious to say。 He regretted to hear
that Mr。 Francis Westwick had； like other members of the family；
discovered serious sources of discomfort in the new hotel。
He had been informed in strict confidence of Mr。 Westwick's
extraordinary objection to the atmosphere of the bedroom upstairs。
Without presuming to discuss the matter； he must beg to be excused
from reserving the room for Mr。 Westwick after what had happened。
Francis answered sharply； a little ruffled by the tone in
which the manager had spoken to him。 'I might； very possibly；
have declined to sleep in the room； if you had reserved it；' he said。
'Do you wish me to leave the hotel？'
The manager saw the error that he had committed； and hastened
to repair it。 'Certainly not； sir！ We will do our best to make
you comfortable while you stay with us。 I beg your pardon；
if I have said anything to offend you。 The reputation of an
establishment like this is a matter of very serious importance。
May I hope that you will do us the great favour to say nothing about
what has happened upstairs？ The two French gentlemen have kindly
promised to keep it a secret。'
This apology left Francis no polite alternative but to grant
the manager's request。 'There is an end to the Countess's
wild scheme；' he thought to himself； as he retired for the night。
'So much the better for the Countess！'
He rose late the next morning。 Inquiring for his Parisian friends；
he was informed that both the French gentlemen had left for Milan。
As he crossed the hall； on his way to the restaurant；
he noticed the head porter chalking the numbers of the rooms
on some articles of luggage which were waiting to go upstairs。
One trunk attracted his attention by the extraordinary number
of old travelling labels left on it。 The porter was marking it
at the momentand the number was； '13 A。' Francis instantly looked
at the card fastened on the lid。 It bore the common English name；
'Mrs。 James'！ He at once inquired about the lady。 She had arrived
early that morning； and she was then in the Reading Room。
Looking into the room； he discovered a lady in it alone。
Advancing a little nearer； he found himself face to face with
the Countess。
She was seated in a dark corner； with her head down and her arms crossed
over her bosom。 'Yes；' she said； in a tone of weary impatience；
before Francis could speak to her。 'I thought it best not to wait
for youI determined to get here before anybody else could take
the room。'
'Have you taken it for long？' Francis asked。
'You told me Miss Lockwood would be here in a week's time。
I have taken it for a week。'
'What has Miss Lockwood to do with it？'
'She has everything to do with itshe must sleep in the room。
I shall give the room up to her when she comes here。'
Francis began to understand the superstitious purpose that she
had in view。 'Are you （an educated woman） really of the same
opinion as my sister's maid！' he exclaimed。 'Assuming your absurd
superstition to be a serious thing； you are taking the wrong means
to prove it true。 If I and my brother and sister have seen nothing；
how should Agnes Lockwood discover what was not revealed to us？
She is only distantly related to the Montbarrysshe is only
our cousin。'
'She was nearer to the heart of the Montbarry who is dead than
any of you；' the Countess answered sternly。 'To the last day
of his life； my miserable husband repented his desertion of her。
She will see what none of you have seenshe shall have the room。'
Francis listened； utterly at a loss to account for the motives
that animated her。 'I don't see what interest you have in trying
this extraordinary experiment；' he sai
