the haunted hotel-第32节
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I won't sleep here！'
Seeing plainly that it would be useless to reason with her while she
was in the room； Agnes hurriedly wrapped Marian in a dressing…gown；
and carried her back to her mother in the drawing…room。 Here；
the ladies did their best to soothe and reassure the trembling girl。
The effort proved to be useless； the impression that had been
produced on the young and sensitive mind was not to be removed
by persuasion。 Marian could give no explanation of the panic
of terror that had seized her。 She was quite unable to say why
the spot on the ceiling looked like the colour of a spot of blood。
She only knew that she should die of terror if she saw it again。
Under these circumstances； but one alternative was left。 It was
arranged that the child should pass the night in the room occupied
by her two younger sisters and the nurse。
In half an hour more； Marian was peacefully asleep with her arm
around her sister's neck。 Lady Montbarry went back with Agnes
to her room to see the spot on the ceiling which had so strangely
frightened the child。 It was so small as to be only just perceptible；
and it had in all probability been caused by the carelessness
of a workman； or by a dripping from water accidentally spilt
on the floor of the room above。
'I really cannot understand why Marian should place such a shocking
interpretation on such a trifling thing；' Lady Montbarry remarked。
'I suspect the nurse is in some way answerable for what has happened；'
Agnes suggested。 'She may quite possibly have been telling
Marian some tragic nursery story which has left its mischievous
impression behind it。 Persons in her position are sadly ignorant
of the danger of exciting a child's imagination。 You had better
caution the nurse to…morrow。'
Lady Montbarry looked round the room with admiration。 'Is it
not prettily decorated？' she said。 'I suppose； Agnes； you don't
mind sleeping here by yourself。？'
Agnes laughed。 'I feel so tired；' she replied； 'that I was thinking
of bidding you good…night； instead of going back to the drawing…room。'
Lady Montbarry turned towards the door。 'I see your jewel…case on
the table；' she resumed。 'Don't forget to lock the other door there；
in the dressing…room。'
'I have already seen to it； and tried the key myself；' said Agnes。
'Can I be of any use to you before I go to bed？'
'No； my dear； thank you； I feel sleepy enough to follow your example。
Good night； Agnesand pleasant dreams on your first night
in Venice。'
CHAPTER XXII
Having closed and secured the door on Lady Montbarry's departure；
Agnes put on her dressing…gown； and； turning to her open boxes；
began the business of unpacking。 In the hurry of making her toilet
for dinner； she had taken the first dress that lay uppermost
in the trunk； and had thrown her travelling costume on the bed。
She now opened the doors of the wardrobe for the first time；
and began to hang her dresses on the hooks in the large compartment on
one side。
After a few minutes only of this occupation； she grew weary of it；
and decided on leaving the trunks as they were； until the next morning。
The oppressive south wind； which had blown throughout the day；
still prevailed at night。 The atmosphere of the room felt close；
Agnes threw a shawl over her head and shoulders； and； opening the window；
stepped into the balcony to look at the view。
The night was heavy and overcast： nothing could be distinctly seen。
The canal beneath the window looked like a black gulf；
the opposite houses were barely visible as a row of shadows；
dimly relieved against the starless and moonless sky。
At long intervals； the warning cry of a belated gondolier was
just audible； as he turned the corner of a distant canal； and called
to invisible boats which might be approaching him in the darkness。
Now and then； the nearer dip of an oar in the water told of the viewless
passage of other gondolas bringing guests back to the hotel。
Excepting these rare sounds； the mysterious night…silence of Venice was
literally the silence of the grave。
Leaning on the parapet of the balcony； Agnes looked vacantly into
the black void beneath。 Her thoughts reverted to the miserable man
who had broken his pledged faith to her； and who had died in that house。
Some change seemed to have come over her since her arrival in Venice；
some new influence appeared to be at work。 For the first time
in her experience of herself； compassion and regret were not the only
emotions aroused in her by the remembrance of the dead Montbarry。
A keen sense of the wrong that she had suffered； never yet
felt by that gentle and forgiving nature； was felt by it now。
She found herself thinking of the bygone days of her humiliation
almost as harshly as Henry Westwick had thought of them
she who had rebuked him the last time he had spoken slightingly
of his brother in her presence！ A sudden fear and doubt of herself；
startled her physically as well as morally。 She turned from the shadowy
abyss of the dark water as if the mystery and the gloom of it had
been answerable for the emotions which had taken her by surprise。
Abruptly closing the window； she threw aside her shawl； and lit
the candles on the mantelpiece； impelled by a sudden craving for light in
the solitude of her room。
The cheering brightness round her； contrasting with the black
gloom outside； restored her spirits。 She felt herself enjoying
the light like a child！
Would it be well （she asked herself） to get ready for bed？ No！ The sense
of drowsy fatigue that she had felt half an hour since was gone。
She returned to the dull employment of unpacking her boxes。
After a few minutes only； the occupation became irksome to her once more。
She sat down by the table； and took up a guide…book。 'Suppose I
inform myself；' she thought； 'on the subject of Venice？'
Her attention wandered from the book； before she had turned
the first page of it。
The image of Henry Westwick was the presiding image in her memory now。
Recalling the minutest incidents and details of the evening；
she could think of nothing which presented him under other than
a favourable and interesting aspect。 She smiled to herself softly；
her colour rose by fine gradations； as she felt the full luxury
of dwelling on the perfect truth and modesty of his devotion to her。
Was the depression of spirits from which she had suffered so
persistently on her travels attributable； by any chance； to their
long separation from each otherembittered perhaps by her own vain
regret when she remembered her harsh reception of him in Paris？
Suddenly conscious of this bold question； and of the self…abandonment
which it implied； she returned mechanically to her book；
distrusting the unrestrained liberty of her own thoughts。
What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their hiding…places
in a woman's dressing…gown； when she is alone in her room at night！
With her heart in the tomb of the dead Montbarry； could Agnes even think
of another man； and think of love？ How shameful！ how unworthy of her！
For the second time； she tried to interest herself in the guide…book
and once more she tried in vain。 Throwing the book aside；
she turned desperately to the one resource that was left；
to her luggageresolved to fatigue herself without mercy；
until she was weary enough and sleepy enough to find a safe refuge
in bed。
For some little time； she persisted in the monotonous occupation
of transferring her clothes from her trunk to the wardrobe。
The large clock in the hall； striking mid…night； reminded her that it
was getting late。 She sat down for a moment in an arm…chair by
the bedside； to rest。
The silence in the house now caught her attention； and held it
held it disagreeably。 Was everybody in bed and asleep but herself？
Surely it was time for her to follow the general example？ With a
certain irritable nervous haste； she rose again and undressed herself。
'I have lost two hours of rest；' she thought； frowning at the reflection
of herself in the glass； as she arranged her hair for the night。
'I shall be good for nothing to…morrow！'
She lit the night…light； and extinguished the candles
with one exception； which she removed to a little table； placed on
the
