第 85 节
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  not much surprised at your news。  Your father was very wise
  after all in entailing everything so strictly upon your
  offspring; for if he had not I should have been driven wild
  with the responsibility!'
  'And now that the murder is out;' continued Paula; passing
  over that view of the case; 'I don't mind telling you that
  somehow or other I have got to like George Somerset as
  desperately as a woman can care for any man。  I thought I
  should have died when I saw him dancing; and feared I had lost
  him!  He seemed ten times nicer than ever then!  So silly we
  women are; that I wouldn't marry a duke in preference to him。
  There; that's my honest feeling; and you must make what you
  can of it; my conscience is clear; thank Heaven!'
  'Have you fixed the day?'
  'No;' continued the young lady; still watching the sleeping
  flies on the ceiling。  'It is left unsettled between us; while
  I come and ask you if there would be any harmif it could
  conveniently be before we return to England?'
  'Paula; this is too precipitate!'
  'On the contrary; aunt。  In matrimony; as in some other
  things; you should be slow to decide; but quick to execute。
  Nothing on earth would make me marry another man; I know every
  fibre of his character; and he knows a good many fibres of
  mine; so as there is nothing more to be learnt; why shouldn't
  we marry at once?  On one point I am firm:  I will never
  return to that castle as Miss Power。  A nameless dread comes
  over me when I think of ita fear that some uncanny influence
  of the dead De Stancys would drive me again from him。  O; if
  it were to do that;' she murmured; burying her face in her
  hands; 'I really think it would be more than I could bear!'
  'Very well;' said Mrs。 Goodman; 'we will see what can be done。
  I will write to Mr。 Wardlaw。'
  IV。
  On a windy afternoon in November; when more than two months
  had closed over the incidents previously recorded; a number of
  farmers were sitting in a room of the Lord…Quantock…Arms Inn;
  Markton; that was used for the weekly ordinary。  It was a
  long; low apartment; formed by the union of two or three
  smaller rooms; with a bow…window looking upon the street; and
  at the present moment was pervaded by a blue fog from tobacco…
  pipes; and a temperature like that of a kiln。  The body of
  farmers who still sat on there was greater than usual; owing
  to the cold air without; the tables having been cleared of
  dinner for some time and their surface stamped with liquid
  circles by the feet of the numerous glasses。
  Besides the farmers there were present several professional
  men of the town; who found it desirable to dine here on
  market…days for the opportunity it afforded them of increasing
  their practice among the agriculturists; many of whom were men
  of large balances; even luxurious livers; who drove to market
  in elegant phaetons drawn by horses of supreme blood; bone;
  and action; in a style never anticipated by their fathers when
  jogging thither in light carts; or afoot with a butter basket
  on each arm。
  The buzz of groggy conversation was suddenly impinged on by
  the notes of a peal of bells from the tower hard by。  Almost
  at the same instant the door of the room opened; and there
  entered the landlord of the little inn at Sleeping…Green。
  Drawing his supply of cordials from this superior house; to
  which he was subject; he came here at stated times like a
  prebendary to the cathedral of his diocesan; afterwards
  retailing to his own humbler audience the sentiments which he
  had learnt of this。  But curiosity being awakened by the
  church bells the usual position was for the moment reversed;
  and one of the farmers; saluting him by name; asked him the
  reason of their striking up at that time of day。
  'My mis'ess out yonder;' replied the rural landlord; nodding
  sideways; 'is coming home with her fancy…man。  They have been
  a…gaying together this turk of a while in foreign partsHere;
  maid!what with the wind; and standing about; my blood's as
  low as waterbring us a thimbleful of that that isn't gin and
  not far from it。'
  'It is true; then; that she's become Mrs。 Somerset?'
  indifferently asked a farmer in broadcloth; tenant of an
  estate in quite another direction than hers; as he
  contemplated the grain of the table immediately surrounding
  the foot of his glass。
  'Trueof course it is;' said Havill; who was also present; in
  the tone of one who; though sitting in this rubicund company;
  was not of it。  'I could have told you the truth of it any day
  these last five weeks。'
  Among those who had lent an ear was Dairyman Jinks; an old
  gnarled character who wore a white fustian coat and yellow
  leggings; the only man in the room who never dressed up in
  dark clothes for marketing。  He now asked; 'Married abroad;
  was they?  And how long will a wedding abroad stand good for
  in this country?'
  'As long as a wedding at home。'
  'Will it?  Faith; I didn't know:  how should I?  I thought it
  might be some new plan o' folks for leasing women now they be
  so plentiful; so as to get rid o' 'em when the men be tired o'
  'em; and hev spent all their money。'
  'He won't be able to spend her money;' said the landlord of
  Sleeping…Green。  ''Tis her very own person'ssettled upon the
  hairs of her head for ever。'
  'O nation!  Then if I were the man I shouldn't care for such a
  one…eyed benefit as that;' said Dairyman Jinks; turning away
  to listen to the talk on his other hand。
  'Is that true?' asked the gentleman…farmer in broadcloth。
  'It is sufficiently near the truth;' said Havill。  'There is
  nothing at all unusual in the arrangement; it was only settled
  so to prevent any schemer making a beggar of her。  If Somerset
  and she have any children; which probably they will; it will
  be theirs; and what can a man want more?  Besides; there is a
  large portion of property left to her personal usequite as
  much as they can want。  Oddly enough; the curiosities and
  pictures of the castle which belonged to the De Stancys are
  not restricted from sale; they are hers to do what she likes
  with。  Old Power didn't care for articles that reminded him so
  much of his predecessors。'
  'Hey?' said Dairyman Jinks; turning back again; having decided
  that the conversation on his right hand was; after all; the
  more interesting。  'Wellwhy can't 'em hire a travelling chap
  to touch up the picters into her own gaffers and gammers?
  Then they'd be worth sommat to her。'
  'Ah; here they are?  I thought so;' said Havill; who had been
  standing up at the window for the last few moments。  'The
  ringers were told to begin as soon as the train signalled。'
  As he spoke a carriage drew up to the hotel…door; followed by
  another with the maid and luggage。  The inmates crowded to the
  bow…window; except Dairyman Jinks; who had become absorbed in
  his own reflections。
  'What be they stopping here for?' asked one of the previous
  speakers。
  'They are going to stay here to…night;' said Havill。  'They
  have come quite unexpectedly; and the castle is in such a
  state of turmoil that there is not a single carpet down; or
  room for them to use。  We shall get two or three in order by
  next week。'
  'Two little people like them will be lost in the chammers of
  that wandering place!' satirized Dairyman Jinks。  'They will
  be bound to have a randy every fortnight to keep the moth out
  of the furniture!'
  By this time Somerset was handing out the wife of his bosom;
  and Dairyman Jinks went on:  'That's no more Miss Power that
  was; than my niece's daughter Kezia is Miss Powerin short it
  is a different woman altogether!'
  'There is no mistake about the woman;' said the landlord; 'it
  is her fur clothes that make her look so like a caterpillar on
  end。  Well; she is not a bad bargain!  As for Captain De
  Stancy; he'll fret his gizzard green。'
  'He's the man she ought to ha' married;' declared the farmer
  in broadcloth。  'As the world goes she ought to have been Lady
  De Stancy。  She gave up her chapel…going; and you might have
  thought she would have given up her first young man:  but she
  stuck to him; though by all accounts he would soon have been
  interested in another party。'
  ''Tis woman's nature to be false except to a man; and man's
  nature to be true except to a woman;' said the landlord of
  Sleeping…Green。  'However; all's well that ends well; and I
  have something else to think of than new…married couples;'
  saying which the speaker moved off; and the others returned to
  their seats; the young pair who had been their theme vanishing
  through the hotel into some private paradise to rest and dine。
  By this time their arrival had become known; and a crowd soon
  gathered outside; acquiring audacity with continuance there。
  Raising a hurrah; the group would not leave till Somerset had
  showed himself on the balcony above; and then declined to go
  away till Paula also had appeared; when; remarking that her
  husband seemed a quiet young man enough; and would make a very
  good borough member when their present one misbehaved himself;
  the assemblage good…humouredly dispersed。
  Among those whose ears had been reached by the hurrahs of
  these idlers was a man in silence and solitude; far out of the
  town。  He was leaning over a gate that divided two