第 42 节
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  ostensibly harmonious accessories; a crowd of observing people in
  search of the poetical; conscious of the place and the scene; what a
  discord would have arisen there!  But everybody passed by Milton's
  grave except Ethelberta and her friends; and for the moment the
  city's less invidious conduct appeared to her more respectful as a
  practice than her own。
  But she was brought out of this rumination by the halt at the church
  door; and completely reminded of the present by finding the church
  open; and Neighthe; till yesterday; unimpassioned Neighwaiting
  in the vestibule to receive them; just as if he lived there。
  Ladywell had not arrived。  It was a long time before Ethelberta
  could get back to Milton again; for Neigh was continuing to impend
  over her future more and more visibly。  The objects along the
  journey had distracted her mind from him; but the moment now was as
  a direct renewal and prolongation of the declaration…time yesterday;
  and as if in furtherance of the conclusion of the episode。
  They all alighted and went in; the coachman being told to take the
  carriage to a quiet nook further on; and return in half…an…hour。
  Mrs。 Belmaine and her carriage some years before had accidentally
  got jammed crosswise in Cheapside through the clumsiness of the man
  in turning up a side street; blocking that great artery of the
  civilized world for the space of a minute and a half; when they were
  pounced upon by half…a…dozen policemen and forced to back
  ignominiously up a little slit between the houses where they did not
  mean to go; amid the shouts of the hindered drivers; and it was her
  nervous recollection of that event which caused Mrs。 Belmaine to be
  so precise in her directions now。
  By the time that they were grouped around the tomb the visit had
  assumed a much more solemn complexion than any one among them had
  anticipated。  Ashamed of the influence that she discovered Neigh to
  be exercising over her; and opposing it steadily; Ethelberta drew
  from her pocket a small edition of Milton; and proposed that she
  should read a few lines from 'Paradise Lost。'  The responsibility of
  producing a successful afternoon was upon her shoulders; she was;
  moreover; the only one present who could properly manage blank
  verse; and this was sufficient to justify the proposal。
  She stood with her head against the marble slab just below the bust;
  and began a selected piece; Neigh standing a few yards off on her
  right looking into his hat in order to listen accurately; Mr。 and
  Mrs。 Belmaine and Mrs。 Doncastle seating themselves in a pew
  directly facing the monument。  The ripe warm colours of afternoon
  came in upon them from the west; upon the sallow piers and arches;
  and the infinitely deep brown pews beneath; the aisle over
  Ethelberta's head being in misty shade through which glowed a lurid
  light from a dark…stained window behind。  The sentences fell from
  her lips in a rhythmical cadence one by one; and she could be
  fancied a priestess of him before whose image she stood; when with a
  vivid suggestiveness she delivered here; not many yards from the
  central money…mill of the world; yet out from the very tomb of their
  author; the passage containing the words:
  'Mammon led them on;
  Mammon; the least erected spirit that fell
  From heaven。'
  When she finished reading Ethelberta left the monument; and then
  each one present strayed independently about the building;
  Ethelberta turning to the left along the passage to the south door。
  Neighfrom whose usually apathetic face and eyes there had
  proceeded a secret smouldering light as he listened and regarded
  herfollowed in the same direction and vanished at her heels into
  the churchyard; whither she had now gone。  Mr。 and Mrs。 Belmaine
  exchanged glances; and instead of following the pair they went with
  Mrs。 Doncastle into the vestry to inquire of the person in charge
  for the register of the marriage of Oliver Cromwell; which was
  solemnized here。  The church was now quite empty; and its stillness
  was as a vacuum into which an occasional noise from the street
  overflowed and became rarefied away to nothing。
  Something like five minutes had passed when a hansom stopped outside
  the door; and Ladywell entered the porch。  He stood still; and;
  looking inquiringly round for a minute or two; sat down in one of
  the high pews; as if under the impression that the others had not
  yet arrived。
  While he sat here Neigh reappeared at the south door opposite; and
  came slowly in。  Ladywell; in rising to go to him; saw that Neigh's
  attention was engrossed by something he held in his hand。  It was
  his pocket…book; and Neigh was looking at a few loose flower…petals
  which had been placed between the pages。  When Ladywell came forward
  Neigh looked up; started; and closed the book quickly; so that some
  of the petals fluttered to the ground between the two men。  They
  were striped; red and white; and appeared to be leaves of the
  Harlequin rose。
  'Ah! here you are; Ladywell;' he said; recovering himself。  'We had
  given you up:  my aunt said that you would not care to come。  They
  are all in the vestry。'  How it came to pass that Neigh designated
  those in the vestry as 'all;' when there was one in the churchyard;
  was a thing that he himself could hardly have explained; so much
  more had it to do with instinct than with calculation。
  'Never mind themdon't interrupt them;' said Ladywell。  'The plain
  truth is that I have been very greatly disturbed in mind; and I
  could not appear earlier by reason of it。  I had some doubt about
  coming at all。'
  'I am sorry to hear that。'
  'NeighI may as well tell you and have done with it。  I have found
  that a lady of my acquaintance has two strings to her bow; or I am
  very much in error。'
  'WhatMrs。 Petherwin?' said Neigh uneasily。  'But I thought that
  that fancy was over with you long ago。  Even your acquaintance with
  her was at an end; I thought。'
  'In a measure it is at an end。  But let me tell you that what you
  call a fancy has been anything but a fancy with me; to be over like
  a spring shower。  To speak plainly; Neigh; I consider myself badly
  used by that woman; damn badly used。'
  'Badly used?' said Neigh mechanically; and wondering all the time if
  Ladywell had been informed that Ethelberta was to be one of the
  party to…day。
  'Well; I ought not to talk like that;' said Ladywell; adopting a
  lighter tone。  'All is fair in courtship; I suppose; now as ever。
  Indeed; I mean to put a good face upon it:  if I am beaten; I am。
  But it is very provoking; after supposing matters to be going on
  smoothly; to find out that you are quite mistaken。'
  'I told you you were quite mistaken in supposing she cared for you。'
  'That is just the point I was not mistaken in;' said Ladywell
  warmly。  'She did care for me; and I stood as well with her as any
  man could stand until this fellow came; whoever he is。  I sometimes
  feel so disturbed about it that I have a good mind to call upon her
  and ask his name。  Wouldn't you; Neigh?  Will you accompany me?'
  'I would in a moment; but; but I strongly advise you not to go;'
  said Neigh earnestly。  'It would be rash; you know; and rather
  unmannerly; and would only hurt your feelings。'
  'Well; I am always ready to yield to a friend's arguments。 。 。 。  A
  sneaking scamp; that's what he is。  Why does he not show himself?'
  'Don't you really know who he is?' said Neigh; in a pronounced and
  exceptional tone; on purpose to give Ladywell a chance of
  suspecting; for the position was getting awkward。  But Ladywell was
  blind as Bartimeus in that direction; so well had indifference to
  Ethelberta's charms been feigned by Neigh until he thought seriously
  of marrying her。  Yet; unfortunately for the interests of calmness;
  Ladywell was less blind with his outward eye。  In his reflections
  his glance had lingered again upon the pocket…book which Neigh still
  held in his hand; and upon the two or three rose…leaves on the
  floor; until he said idly; superimposing humorousness upon misery;
  as men in love can:
  'Rose…leaves; Neigh?  I thought you did not care for flowers。  What
  makes you amuse yourself with such sentimental objects as those;
  only fit for women; or painters like me?  If I had not observed you
  with my own eyes I should have said that you were about the last man
  in the world to care for things of that sort。  Whatever makes you
  keep rose…leaves in your pocket…book?'
  'The best reason on earth;' said Neigh。  'A woman gave them to me。'
  'That proves nothing unless she is a great deal to you;' said
  Ladywell; with the experienced air of a man who; whatever his
  inferiority in years to Neigh; was far beyond him in knowledge of
  that sort; by virtue of his recent trials。
  'She is a great deal to me。'
  'If I did not know you to be such a confirmed misogynist I should
  say that this is a serious matter。'
  'It is serious;' said Neigh quietly。  'The probability is that I
  shall marry the woman who gave me these。  Anyhow I have asked her
  the question; and she has not altogether said no。'
  'I am glad to hear it; Neigh;' said Ladywell heartily。  'I am glad
  to hear that your star is higher than mine。'
  Before Neigh could make further reply