desperate remedies-第30部分

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'Of　the　thunder；　I　mean；'　he　said；　'not　of　myself。'

She　must　turn　to　him　now。　　'I　think　it　is　going　to　rain；'　she
remarked　for　the　sake　of　saying　something。

He　could　not　conceal　his　surprise　and　admiration　of　her　face　and
bearing。　　He　said　courteously；　'It　may　possibly　not　rain　before　you
reach　the　House；　if　you　are　going　there？'

'Yes；　I　am；'

'May　I　walk　up　with　you？　　It　is　lonely　under　the　trees。'

'No。'　　Fearing　his　courtesy　arose　from　a　belief　that　he　was
addressing　a　woman　of　higher　station　than　was　hers；　she　added；　'I　am
Miss　Aldclyffe's　companion。　　I　don't　mind　the　loneliness。'

'O；　Miss　Aldclyffe's　companion。　　Then　will　you　be　kind　enough　to
take　a　subscription　to　her？　　She　sent　to　me　this　afternoon　to　ask　me
to　become　a　subscriber　to　her　Society；　and　I　was　out。　　Of　course
I'll　subscribe　if　she　wishes　it。　　I　take　a　great　interest　in　the
Society。'

'Miss　Aldclyffe　will　be　glad　to　hear　that；　I　know。'

'Yes；　let　me　seewhat　Society　did　she　say　it　was？　　I　am　afraid　I
haven't　enough　money　in　my　pocket；　and　yet　it　would　be　a
satisfaction　to　her　to　have　practical　proof　of　my　willingness。　　I'll
get　it；　and　be　out　in　one　minute。'

He　entered　the　house　and　was　at　her　side　again　within　the　time　he
had　named。　　'This　is　it；'　he　said　pleasantly。

She　held　up　her　hand。　　The　soft　tips　of　his　fingers　brushed　the　palm
of　her　glove　as　he　placed　the　money　within　it。　　She　wondered　why　his
fingers　should　have　touched　her。

'I　think　after　all；'　he　continued；　'that　the　rain　is　upon　us；　and
will　drench　you　before　you　reach　the　House。　　Yes：　　see　there。'

He　pointed　to　a　round　wet　spot　as　large　as　a　nasturtium　leaf；　which
had　suddenly　appeared　upon　the　white　surface　of　the　step。

'You　had　better　come　into　the　porch。　　It　is　not　nearly　night　yet。
The　clouds　make　it　seem　later　than　it　really　is。'

Heavy　drops　of　rain；　followed　immediately　by　a　forked　flash　of
lightning　and　sharp　rattling　thunder　compelled　her；　willingly　or　no；
to　accept　his　invitation。　　She　ascended　the　steps；　stood　beside　him
just　within　the　porch；　and　for　the　first　time　obtained　a　series　of
short　views　of　his　person；　as　they　waited　there　in　silence。

He　was　an　extremely　handsome　man；　well…formed；　and　well…dressed；　of
an　age　which　seemed　to　be　two　or　three　years　less　than　thirty。　　The
most　striking　point　in　his　appearance　was　the　wonderful；　almost
preternatural；　clearness　of　his　complexion。　　There　was　not　a　blemish
or　speck　of　any　kind　to　mar　the　smoothness　of　its　surface　or　the
beauty　of　its　hue。　　Next；　his　forehead　was　square　and　broad；　his
brows　straight　and　firm；　his　eyes　penetrating　and　clear。　　By
collecting　the　round　of　expressions　they　gave　forth；　a　person　who
theorized　on　such　matters　would　have　imbibed　the　notion　that　their
owner　was　of　a　nature　to　kick　against　the　pricks；　the　last　man　in
the　world　to　put　up　with　a　position　because　it　seemed　to　be　his
destiny　to　do　so；　one　who　took　upon　himself　to　resist　fate　with　the
vindictive　determination　of　a　Theomachist。　　Eyes　and　forehead　both
would　have　expressed　keenness　of　intellect　too　severely　to　be
pleasing；　had　their　force　not　been　counteracted　by　the　lines　and
tone　of　the　lips。　　These　were　full　and　luscious　to　a　surprising
degree；　possessing　a　woman…like　softness　of　curve；　and　a　ruby
redness　so　intense；　as　to　testify　strongly　to　much　susceptibility　of
heart　where　feminine　beauty　was　concerneda　susceptibility　that
might　require　all　the　ballast　of　brain　with　which　he　had　previously
been　credited　to　confine　within　reasonable　channels。

His　manner　was　rather　elegant　than　good：　　his　speech　well…finished
and　unconstrained。

The　pause　in　their　discourse；　which　had　been　caused　by　the　peal　of
thunder　was　unbroken　by　either　for　a　minute　or　two；　during　which　the
ears　of　both　seemed　to　be　absently　following　the　low　roar　of　the
waterfall　as　it　became　gradually　rivalled　by　the　increasing　rush　of
rain　upon　the　trees　and　herbage　of　the　grove。　　After　her　short　looks
at　him；　Cytherea　had　turned　her　head　towards　the　avenue　for　a　while；
and　now；　glancing　back　again　for　an　instant；　she　discovered　that　his
eyes　were　engaged　in　a　steady；　though　delicate；　regard　of　her　face
and　form。

At　this　moment；　by　reason　of　the　narrowness　of　the　porch；　their
dresses　touched；　and　remained　in　contact。

His　clothes　are　something　exterior　to　every　man；　but　to　a　woman　her
dress　is　part　of　her　body。　　Its　motions　are　all　present　to　her
intelligence　if　not　to　her　eyes；　no　man　knows　how　his　coat…tails
swing。　　By　the　slightest　hyperbole　it　may　be　said　that　her　dress　has
sensation。　　Crease　but　the　very　Ultima　Thule　of　fringe　or　flounce；
and　it　hurts　her　as　much　as　pinching　her。　　Delicate　antennae；　or
feelers；　bristle　on　every　outlying　frill。　　Go　to　the　uppermost：　　she
is　there；　tread　on　the　lowest：　　the　fair　creature　is　there　almost
before　you。

Thus　the　touch　of　clothes；　which　was　nothing　to　Manston；　sent　a
thrill　through　Cytherea；　seeing；　moreover；　that　he　was　of　the　nature
of　a　mysterious　stranger。　　She　looked　out　again　at　the　storm；　but
still　felt　him。　　At　last　to　escape　the　sensation　she　moved　away；
though　by　so　doing　it　was　necessary　to　advance　a　little　into　the
rain。

'Look；　the　rain　is　coming　into　the　porch　upon　you；'　he　said。　　'Step
inside　the　door。'

Cytherea　hesitated。

'Perfectly　safe；　I　assure　you；'　he　added；　laughing；　and　holding　the
door　open。　　'You　shall　see　what　a　state　of　disorganization　I　am　in
boxes　on　boxes；　furniture；　straw；　crockery；　in　every　form　of
transposition。　　An　old　woman　is　in　the　back　quarters　somewhere；
beginning　to　put　things　to　rights。　。　。　。　　You　know　the　inside　of　the
house；　I　dare　say？'

'I　have　never　been　in。'

'O　well；　come　along。　　Here；　you　see；　they　have　made　a　door　through；
here；　they　have　put　a　partition　dividing　the　old　hall　into　two；　one
part　is　now　my　parlour；　there　they　have　put　a　plaster　ceiling；
hiding　the　old　chestnut…carved　roof　because　it　was　too　high　and
would　have　been　chilly　for　me；　you　see；　being　the　original　hall；　it
was　open　right　up　to　the　top；　and　here　the　lord　of　the　manor　and　his
retainers　used　to　meet　and　be　merry　by　the　light　from　the　monstrous
fire　which　shone　out　from　that　monstrous　fire…place；　now　narrowed　to
a　mere　nothing　for　my　grate；　though　you　can　see　the　old　outline
still。　　I　almost　wish　I　could　have　had　it　in　its　original　state。'

'With　more　romance　and　less　comfort。'

'Yes；　exactly。　　Well；　perhaps　the　wish　is　not　deep…seated。　　You　will
see　how　the　things　are　tumbled　in　anyhow；　packing…cases　and　all。
The　only　piece　of　ornamental　furniture　yet　unpacked　is　this　one。'

'An　organ？'

'Yes；　an　organ。　　I　made　it　myself；　except　the　pipes。　　I　opened　the
case　this　afternoon　to　commence　soothing　myself　at　once。　　It　is　not
a　very　large　one；　but　quite　big　enough　for　a　private　house。　　You
play；　I　dare　say？'

'The　piano。　　I　am　not　at　all　used　to　an　organ。'

'You　would　soon　acquire　the　touch　for　an　organ；　though　it　would
spoil　your　touch　for　the　piano。　　Not　that　that　matters　a　great　deal。
A　piano　isn't　much　as　an　instrument。'

'It　is　the　fashion　to　say　so　now。　　I　think　it　is　quite　good　enough。'

'That　isn't　altogether　a　right　sentiment　about　things　being　good
enough。'

'Nono。　　What　I　mean　is；　that　the　men　who　despise　pianos　do　it　as　a
rule　from　their　teeth；　merely　for　fashion's　sake；　because　cleverer
men　have　said　it　before　themnot　from　the　experience　of　their
ears。'

Now　Cytherea　all　at　once　broke　into　a　blush　at　the　consciousness　of
a　great　snub　she　had　been　guilty　of　in　her　eagerness　to　explain
herself。　　He　charitably　expressed　by　a　look　that　he　did　not　in　the
least　mind　her　blunder；　if　it　were　one；　and　this　attitude　forced　him
into　a　position　of　mental　superiority　which　vexed　her。

'I　play　for　my　private　amusement　only；'　he　said。　　'I　have　never
learned　scientifically。　　All　I　know　is　what　I　taught　myself。'

The　thunder；　lightning；　and　rain　had　now　increased　to　a　terrific
force。　　The　clouds；　from　which　darts；　forks；　zigzags；　and　balls　of
fire　continually　sprang；　did　not　appear　to　be　more　than　a　hundred
yards　above　their　heads；　and　every　now　and　then　a　flash　and　a　peal
made　gaps　in　the　steward's　descriptions。　　He　went　towards　the　organ；
in　the　midst　of　a　volley　which　seemed　to　shake　the　aged　house　from
foundations　to　chimney。

'You　are　not　going　to　play　now；　are　you？'　said　Cytherea　uneasily。

'O　yes。　　Why　not　now？'　he　said。　　'You　can't　go　home；　and　therefore
we　may　as　well　be　amused；　if　you　don't　mind　sitting　on　this　box。
The　few　chairs　I　have　unpacked　are　in　the　other　room。'

Without　waiting　to　see　whether　she　sat　down　or　not；　he　turned　to　the
organ　and　began　extemporizing　a　harmony　which　meandered　through
every　variety　of　expression　of　which　the　instrument　was　capable。
Presently　he　ceased　and　began　searching　for　some　music…book。

'What　a　splendid　flash！'　he　said；　as　the　lightning　again　shone　in
through　the　mullioned　window；　which；　of　a　proportion　to　suit　the
whole　extent　of　the　original　hall；　was　much　too　large　for　the
present　room。　　The　thunder　pealed　again。　　Cytherea；　in　spite　of
herself；　was　frightened；　not　only　at　the　weather；　but　at　the　general
unearthly　weirdness　which　seemed　to　surround　her　there。

'I　wish　Ithe　lightn