the dark flower-第47节
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could see him everywhere; as a cat's eyes can see in darkness。
That feeling had been with him; more or less; ever since the last
evening of October; the evening she came back from her summer
grown…up。 How long ago? Only six dayswas it possible? Ah; yes!
She knew when her spell was weakening; when the current wanted; as
it were; renewing。 And about six o'clockdusk alreadywithout
the least surprise; with only a sort of empty quivering; he heard
her knock。 And just behind the closed door; as near as he could
get to her; he stood; holding his breath。 He had given his word to
Sylviaof his own accord had given it。 Through the thin wood of
the old door he could hear the faint shuffle of her feet on the
pavement; moved a few inches this way and that; as though
supplicating the inexorable silence。 He seemed to see her head;
bent a little forward listening。 Three times she knocked; and each
time Lennan writhed。 It was so cruel! With that seeing…sense of
hers she must know he was there; his very silence would be telling
herfor his silence had its voice; its pitiful breathless sound。
Then; quite distinctly; he heard her sigh; and her footsteps move
away; and covering his face with his hands he rushed to and fro in
the studio; like a madman。
No sound of her any more! Gone! It was unbearable; and; seizing
his hat; he ran out。 Which way? At random he ran towards the
Square。 There she was; over by the railings; languidly;
irresolutely moving towards home。
XIV
But now that she was within reach; he wavered; he had given his
wordwas he going to break it? Then she turned; and saw him; and
he could not go back。 In the biting easterly wind her face looked
small; and pinched; and cold; but her eyes only the larger; the
more full of witchery; as if beseeching him not to be angry; not to
send her away。
〃I had to come; I got frightened。 Why did you write such a tiny
little note?〃
He tried to make his voice sound quiet and ordinary。
〃You must be brave; Nell。 I have had to tell her。〃
She clutched at his arm; then drew herself up; and said in her
clear; clipped voice:
〃Oh! I suppose she hates me; then!〃
〃She is terribly unhappy。〃
They walked a minute; that might have been an hour; without a word;
not round the Square; as he had walked with Oliver; but away from
the house。 At last she said in a half…choked voice: 〃I only want a
little bit of you。〃
And he answered dully: 〃In love; there are no little bitsno
standing still。〃
Then; suddenly; he felt her hand in his; the fingers lacing;
twining restlessly amongst his own; and again the half…choked voice
said:
〃But you WILL let me see you sometimes! You must!〃
Hardest of all to stand against was this pathetic; clinging;
frightened child。 And; not knowing very clearly what he said; he
murmured:
〃Yesyes; it'll be all right。 Be braveyou must be brave; Nell。
It'll all come right。〃
But she only answered:
〃No; no! I'm not brave。 I shall do something。〃
Her face looked just as when she had ridden at that gravel pit。
Loving; wild; undisciplined; without resource of any kindwhat
might she not do? Why could he not stir without bringing disaster
upon one or other? And between these two; suffering so because of
him; he felt as if he had lost his own existence。 In quest of
happiness; he had come to that!
Suddenly she said:
〃Oliver asked me again at the dance on Saturday。 He said you had
told him to be patient。 Did you?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Why?〃
〃I was sorry for him。〃
She let his hand go。
〃Perhaps you would like me to marry him。〃
Very clearly he saw those two going round and round over the
shining floor。
〃It would be better; Nell。〃
She made a little soundof anger or dismay。
〃You don't REALLY want me; then?〃
That was his chance。 But with her arm touching his; her face so
pale and desperate; and those maddening eyes turned to him; he
could not tell that lie; and answered:
〃YesI want you; God knows!〃
At that a sigh of content escaped her; as if she were saying to
herself: 'If he wants me he will not let me go。' Strange little
tribute to her faith in love and her own youth!
They had come somehow to Pall Mall by now。 And scared to find
himself so deep in the hunting…ground of the Dromores; Lennan
turned hastily towards St。 James's Park; that they might cross it
in the dark; round to Piccadilly。 To be thus slinking out of the
world's sight with the daughter of his old room…mateof all men in
the world the last perhaps that he should do this to! A nice
treacherous business! But the thing men called honourwhat was
it; when her eyes were looking at him and her shoulder touching
his?
Since he had spoken those words; 〃Yes; I want you;〃 she had been
silentfearful perhaps to let other words destroy their comfort。
But near the gate by Hyde Park Corner she put her hand again into
his; and again her voice; so clear; said:
〃I don't want to hurt anybody; but you WILL let me come sometimes
you will let me see youyou won't leave me all alone; thinking
that I'll never see you again?〃
And once more; without knowing what he answered; Lennan murmured:
〃No; no! It'll be all right; dearit'll all come right。 It must
and shall。〃
Again her fingers twined amongst his; like a child's。 She seemed
to have a wonderful knowledge of the exact thing to say and do to
keep him helpless。 And she went on:
〃I didn't try to love youit isn't wrong to loveit wouldn't hurt
her。 I only want a little of your love。〃
A littlealways a little! But he was solely bent on comforting
her now。 To think of her going home; and sitting lonely;
frightened; and unhappy; all the evening; was dreadful。 And
holding her fingers tight; he kept on murmuring words of would…be
comfort。
Then he saw that they were out in Piccadilly。 How far dared he go
with her along the railings before he said good…bye? A man was
coming towards them; just where he had met Dromore that first fatal
afternoon nine months ago; a man with a slight lurch in his walk
and a tall; shining hat a little on one side。 But thank Heaven!
it was not Dromoreonly one somewhat like him; who in passing
stared sphinx…like at Nell。 And Lennan said:
〃You must go home now; child; we mustn't be seen together。〃
For a moment he thought she was going to break down; refuse to
leave him。 Then she threw up her head; and for a second stood like
that; quite motionless; looking in his face。 Suddenly stripping
off her glove; she thrust her warm; clinging hand into his。 Her
lips smiled faintly; tears stood in her eyes; then she drew her
hand away and plunged into the traffic。 He saw her turn the corner
of her street and disappear。 And with the warmth of that
passionate little hand still stinging his palm; he almost ran
towards Hyde Park。
Taking no heed of direction; he launched himself into its dark
space; deserted in this cold; homeless wind; that had little sound
and no scent; travelling its remorseless road under the grey…black
sky。
The dark firmament and keen cold air suited one who had little need
of aids to emotionone who had; indeed; but the single wish to get
rid; if he only could; of the terrible sensation in his head; that
bruised; battered; imprisoned feeling of a man who paces his cell
never; never to get out at either end。 Without thought or
intention he drove his legs along; not running; because he knew
that he would have to stop the sooner。 Alas! what more comic
spectacle for the eyes of a good citizen than this married man of
middle age; striding for hours over those dry; dark; empty
pastureshunted by passion and by pity; so that he knew not even
whether he had dined! But no good citizen was abroad of an autumn
night in a bitter easterly wind。 The trees were the sole witnesses
of this grim exercisethe trees; resigning to the cold blast their
crinkled leaves that fluttered past him; just a little lighter than
the darkness。 Here and there his feet rustled in the drifts;
waiting their turn to serve the little bonfires; whose scent still
clung in the air。 A desperate walk; in this heart of Londonround
and round; up and down; hour after hour; keeping always in the
dark; not a star in the sky; not a human being spoken to or even
clearly seen; not a bird or beast; just the gleam of the lights far
away; and the hoarse muttering of the traffic! A walk as lonely as
the voyage of the human soul is lonely from birth to death with
nothing to guide it but the flickering glow from its own frail
spirit lighted it knows not where。 。 。 。
And; so tired that he could hardly move his legs; but free at last
of that awful feeling in his headfree for the first time for days
and daysLennan came out of the Park at the gate where he had gone
in; and walked towards his home; certain that tonight; one way or
the other; it would be decided。 。 。 。
XV
This thenthis long trouble of body and of spiritwas what he
remembered; sitting in the armchair beyond his bedroom fire;
watching the glow; and Sylvia sleeping there exhausted; while the
dark plane…tree leaves tap…tapped at the window in the autumn wind;
watching; with the uncanny certainty that; he would not pass