the hand of ethelberta-第86节
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The voice was so different from her brother's that she was
terrified; her limbs quivered。 In another instant the speaker had
struck a wax vesta; and holding it erect in his fingers he looked
her in the face。
'Hee…hee…hee!' The laugher was her husband the viscount。
He laughed again; and his eyes gleamed like a couple of tarnished
brass buttons in the light of the wax match。
Ethelberta might have fallen dead with the shock; so terrible and
hideous was it。 Yet she did not。 She neither shrieked nor fainted;
but no poor January fieldfare was ever colder; no ice…house more
dank with perspiration; than she was then。
'A very pleasant joke; my dearhee…hee! And no more than was to be
expected on this merry; happy day of our lives。 Nobody enjoys a
good jest more than I do: I always enjoyed a jesthee…hee! Now we
are in the dark again; and we will alight and walk。 The path is too
narrow for the carriage; but it will not be far for you。 Take your
husband's arm。'
While he had been speaking a defiant pride had sprung up in her;
instigating her to conceal every weakness。 He had opened the
carriage door and stepped out。 She followed; taking the offered
arm。
'Take the horse and carriage to the stables;' said the viscount to
the coachman; who was his own servant; the vehicle and horse being
also his。 The coachman turned the horse's head and vanished down
the woodland track by which they had ascended。
The viscount moved on; uttering private chuckles as numerous as a
woodpecker's taps; and Ethelberta with him。 She walked as by a
miracle; but she would walk。 She would have died rather than not
have walked then。
She perceived now that they were somewhere in Enckworth wood。 As
they went; she noticed a faint shine upon the ground on the other
side of the viscount; which showed her that they were walking beside
a wet ditch。 She remembered having seen it in the morning: it was
a shallow ditch of mud。 She might push him in; and run; and so
escape before he could extricate himself。 It would not hurt him。
It was her last chance。 She waited a moment for the opportunity。
'We are one to one; and I am the stronger!' she at last exclaimed
triumphantly; and lifted her hand for a thrust。
'On the contrary; darling; we are one to half…a…dozen; and you
considerably the weaker;' he tenderly replied; stepping back
adroitly; and blowing a whistle。 At once the bushes seemed to be
animated in four or five places。
'John?' he said; in the direction of one of them。
'Yes; my lord;' replied a voice from the bush; and a keeper came
forward。
'William?'
Another man advanced from another bush。
'Quite right。 Remain where you are for the present。 Is Tomkins
there?'
'Yes; my lord;' said a man from another part of the thicket。
'You go and keep watch by the further lodge: there are poachers
about。 Where is Strongway?'
'Just below; my lord。'
'Tell him and his brother to go to the west gate; and walk up and
down。 Let them search round it; among the trees inside。 Anybody
there who cannot give a good account of himself to be brought before
me to…morrow morning。 I am living at the cottage at present。
That's all I have to say to you。' And; turning round to Ethelberta:
'Now; dearest; we will walk a little further if you are able。 I
have provided that your friends shall be taken care of。' He tried
to pull her hand towards him; gently; like a cat opening a door。
They walked a little onward; and Lord Mountclere spoke again; with
imperturbable good…humour:
'I will tell you a story; to pass the time away。 I have learnt the
art from youyour mantle has fallen upon me; and all your
inspiration with it。 Listen; dearest。 I saw a young man come to
the house to…day。 Afterwards I saw him cross a passage in your
company。 You entered the ball…room with him。 That room is a
treacherous place。 It is panelled with wood; and between the panels
and the walls are passages for the servants; opening from the room
by doors hidden in the woodwork。 Lady Mountclere knew of one of
these; and made use of it to let out her conspirator; Lord
Mountclere knew of another; and made use of it to let in himself。
His sight is not good; but his ears are unimpaired。 A meeting was
arranged to take place at the west gate at half…past seven; unless a
note handed from the balcony mentioned another time and place。 He
heard it allhee…hee!
'When Lady Mountclere's confederate came for the note; I was in
waiting above; and handed one down a few minutes before the hour
struck; confirming the time; but changing the place。 When Lady
Mountclere handed down her note; just as the clock was striking; her
confederate had gone; and I was standing beneath the balcony to
receive it。 She dropped it into her husband's handsho…ho…ho…ho!
'Lord Mountclere ordered a brougham to be at the west lodge; as
fixed by Lady Mountclere's note。 Probably Lady Mountclere's friend
ordered a brougham to be at the north gate; as fixed by my note;
written in imitation of Lady Mountclere's hand。 Lady Mountclere
came to the spot she had mentioned; and like a good wife rushed into
the arms of her husbandhoo…hoo…hoo…hoo…hoo!'
As if by an ungovernable impulse; Ethelberta broke into laughter
alsolaughter which had a wild unnatural sound; it was hysterical。
She sank down upon the leaves; and there continued the fearful laugh
just as before。
Lord Mountclere became greatly frightened。 The spot they had
reached was a green space within a girdle of hollies; and in front
of them rose an ornamental cottage。 This was the building which
Ethelberta had visited earlier in the day: it was the Petit Trianon
of Enckworth Court。
The viscount left her side and hurried forward。 The door of the
building was opened by a woman。
'Have you prepared for us; as I directed?'
'Yes; my lord; tea and coffee are both ready。'
'Never mind that now。 Lady Mountclere is ill; come and assist her
indoors。 Tell the other woman to bring wine and water at once。'
He returned to Ethelberta。 She was better; and was sitting calmly
on the bank。 She rose without assistance。
'You may retire;' he said to the woman who had followed him; and she
turned round。 When Ethelberta saw the building; she drew back
quickly。
'Where is the other Lady Mountclere?' she inquired。
'Gone!'
'She shall never returnnever?'
'Never。 It was not intended that she should。'
'That sounds well。 Lord Mountclere; we may as well compromise
matters。'
'I think so too。 It becomes a lady to make a virtue of a
necessity。'
'It was stratagem against stratagem。 Mine was ingenious; yours was
masterly! Accept my acknowledgment。 We will enter upon an armed
neutrality。'
'No。 Let me be your adorer and slave again; as ever。 Your beauty;
dearest; covers everything! You are my mistress and queen! But
here we are at the door。 Tea is prepared for us here。 I have a
liking for life in this cottage mode; and live here on occasion。
Women; attend to Lady Mountclere。'
The woman who had seen Ethelberta in the morning was alarmed at
recognizing her; having since been informed officially of the
marriage: she murmured entreaties for pardon。 They assisted the
viscountess to a chair; the door was closed; and the wind blew past
as if nobody had ever stood there to interrupt its flight。
Full of misgivings; Christopher continued to wait at the north gate。
Half…past seven had long since been past; and no Ethelberta had
appeared。 He did not for the moment suppose the delay to be hers;
and this gave him patience; having taken up the position; he was
induced by fidelity to abide by the consequences。 It would be only
a journey of two hours to reach Anglebury Station; he would ride
outside with the driver; put her into the train; and bid her adieu
for ever。 She had cried for help; and he had heard her cry。
At last through the trees came the sound of the Court clock striking
eight; and then; for the first time; a doubt arose in his mind
whether she could have mistaken the gate。 She had distinctly told
Sol the west lodge; her note had expressed the north lodge。 Could
she by any accident have written one thing while meaning another?
He entered the carriage; and drove round to the west gate。 All was
as silent there as at the other; the meeting between Ethelberta and
Lord Mountclere being then long past; and he drove back again。
He left the carriage; and entered the park on foot; approaching the
house slowly。 All was silent; the windows were dark; moping sounds
came from the trees and sky; as from Sorrow whispering to Night。 By
this time he felt assured that the scheme had miscarried。 While he
stood here a carriage without lights came up the drive; it turned in
towards the stable…yard without going to the door。 The carriage had
plainly been empty。
Returning across the grass by the way he had come; he was startled
by the voices of two men from the road hard by。
'Have ye zeed anybody?'
'Not a soul。'
'Shall we go across again?'
'What's the good? let's home to supper。'
'My lord must have heard somebody; or 'a wouldn't have said it。'
'Perhaps he's nervous now he's living in the