第 64 节
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  which the seeker for history in stones will be utterly hoodwinked in
  time to come。
  To the left of the door and vestibule which Ethelberta passed
  through rose the principal staircase; constructed of a freestone so
  milk…white and delicately moulded as to be easily conceived in the
  lamplight as of biscuit…ware。  Who; unacquainted with the secrets of
  geometrical construction; could imagine that; hanging so airily
  there; to all appearance supported on nothing; were twenty or more
  tons dead weight of stone; that would have made a prison for an
  elephant if so arranged?  The art which produced this illusion was
  questionable; but its success was undoubted。  'How lovely!' said
  Ethelberta; as she looked at the fairy ascent。  'His staircase alone
  is worth my hand!'
  Passing along by the colonnade; which partly fenced the staircase
  from the visitor; the saloon was reached; an apartment forming a
  double cube。  About the left…hand end of this were grouped the
  drawing…rooms and library; while on the right was the dining…hall;
  with billiard; smoking; and gun rooms in mysterious remoteness
  beyond。
  Without attempting to trace an analogy between a man and his
  mansion; it may be stated that everything here; though so dignified
  and magnificent; was not conceived in quite the true and eternal
  spirit of art。  It was a house in which Pugin would have torn his
  hair。  Those massive blocks of red…veined marble lining the hall
  emulating in their surface…glitter the Escalier de Marbre at
  Versailleswere cunning imitations in paint and plaster by workmen
  brought from afar for the purpose; at a prodigious expense; by the
  present viscount's father; and recently repaired and re…varnished。
  The dark green columns and pilasters corresponding were brick at the
  core。  Nay; the external walls; apparently of massive and solid
  freestone; were only veneered with that material; being; like the
  pillars; of brick within。
  To a stone mask worn by a brick face a story naturally appertained
  one which has since done service in other quarters。  When the vast
  addition had just been completed King George visited Enckworth。  Its
  owner pointed out the features of its grand architectural attempt;
  and waited for commendation。
  'Brick; brick; brick;' said the king。
  The Georgian Lord Mountclere blushed faintly; albeit to his very
  poll; and said nothing more about his house that day。  When the king
  was gone he sent frantically for the craftsmen recently dismissed;
  and soon the green lawns became again the colour of a Nine…Elms
  cement wharf。  Thin freestone slabs were affixed to the whole series
  of fronts by copper cramps and dowels; each one of substance
  sufficient to have furnished a poor boy's pocket with pennies for a
  month; till not a speck of the original surface remained; and the
  edifice shone in all the grandeur of massive masonry that was not
  massive at all。  But who remembered this save the builder and his
  crew? and as long as nobody knew the truth; pretence looked just as
  well。
  What was honest in Enckworth Court was that portion of the original
  edifice which still remained; now degraded to subservient uses。
  Where the untitled Mountclere of the White Rose faction had spread
  his knees over the brands; when the place was a castle and not a
  court; the still…room maid now simmered her preserves; and where
  Elizabethan mothers and daughters of that sturdy line had tapestried
  the love…scenes of Isaac and Jacob; boots and shoes were now cleaned
  and coals stowed away。
  Lord Mountclere had so far recovered from the sprain as to be
  nominally quite well; under pressure of a wish to receive guests。
  The sprain had in one sense served him excellently。  He had now a
  reason; apart from that of years; for walking with his stick; and
  took care to let the reason be frequently known。  To…day he
  entertained a larger number of persons than had been assembled
  within his walls for a great length of time。
  Until after dinner Ethelberta felt as if she were staying at an
  hotel。  Few of the people whom she had met at the meeting of the
  Imperial Association greeted her here。  The viscount's brother was
  not present; but Sir Cyril Blandsbury and his wife were there; a
  lively pair of persons; entertaining as actors; and friendly as
  dogs。  Beyond these all the faces and figures were new to her;
  though they were handsome and dashing enough to satisfy a court
  chronicler。  Ethelberta; in a dress sloped about as high over the
  shoulder as would have drawn approval from Reynolds; and
  expostulation from Lely; thawed and thawed each friend who came near
  her; and sent him or her away smiling; yet she felt a little
  surprise。  She had seldom visited at a country…house; and knew
  little of the ordinary composition of a group of visitors within its
  walls; but the present assemblage seemed to want much of that old…
  fashioned stability and quaint monumental dignity she had expected
  to find under this historical roof。  Nobody of her entertainer's own
  rank appeared。  Not a single clergyman was there。  A tendency to
  talk Walpolean scandal about foreign courts was particularly
  manifest。  And although tropical travellers; Indian officers and
  their wives; courteous exiles; and descendants of Irish kings; were
  infinitely more pleasant than Lord Mountclere's landed neighbours
  would probably have been; to such a cosmopolite as Ethelberta a calm
  Tory or old Whig company would have given a greater treat。  They
  would have struck as gratefully upon her senses as sylvan scenery
  after crags and cliffs; or silence after the roar of a cataract。
  It was evening; and all these personages at Enckworth Court were
  merry; snug; and warm within its walls。  Dinner…time had passed; and
  everything had gone on well; when Mrs。 Tara O'Fanagan; who had a
  gold…clamped tooth; which shone every now and then; asked Ethelberta
  if she would amuse them by telling a story; since nobody present;
  except Lord Mountclere; had ever heard one from her lips。
  Seeing that Ethelberta had been working at that art as a profession;
  it can hardly be said that the question was conceived with tact;
  though it was put with grace。  Lord Mountclere evidently thought it
  objectionable; for he looked unhappy。  To only one person in the
  brilliant room did the request appear as a timely accident; and that
  was to Ethelberta herself。  Her honesty was always making war upon
  her manoeuvres; and shattering their delicate meshes; to her great
  inconvenience and delay。  Thus there arose those devious impulses
  and tangential flights which spoil the works of every would…be
  schemer who instead of being wholly machine is half heart。  One of
  these now was to show herself as she really was; not only to Lord
  Mountclere; but to his friends assembled; whom; in her ignorance;
  she respected more than they deserved; and so get rid of that self…
  reproach which had by this time reached a morbid pitch; through her
  over…sensitiveness to a situation in which a large majority of women
  and men would have seen no falseness。
  Full of this curious intention; she quietly assented to the request;
  and laughingly bade them put themselves in listening order。
  'An old story will suit us;' said the lady who had importuned her。
  'We have never heard one。'
  'No; it shall be quite new;' she replied。 'One not yet made public;
  though it soon will be。'
  The narrative began by introducing to their notice a girl of the
  poorest and meanest parentage; the daughter of a serving…man; and
  the fifth of ten children。  She graphically recounted; as if they
  were her own; the strange dreams and ambitious longings of this
  child when young; her attempts to acquire education; partial
  failures; partial successes; and constant struggles; instancing how;
  on one of these occasions; the girl concealed herself under a
  bookcase of the library belonging to the mansion in which her father
  served as footman; and having taken with her there; like a young
  Fawkes; matches and a halfpenny candle; was going to sit up all
  night reading when the family had retired; until her father
  discovered and prevented her scheme。  Then followed her experiences
  as nursery…governess; her evening lessons under self…selected
  masters; and her ultimate rise to a higher grade among the teaching
  sisterhood。  Next came another epoch。  To the mansion in which she
  was engaged returned a truant son; between whom and the heroine an
  attachment sprang up。  The master of the house was an ambitious
  gentleman just knighted; who; perceiving the state of their hearts;
  harshly dismissed the homeless governess; and rated the son; the
  consequence being that the youthful pair resolved to marry secretly;
  and carried their resolution into effect。  The runaway journey came
  next; and then a moving description of the death of the young
  husband; and the terror of the bride。
  The guests began to look perplexed; and one or two exchanged
  whispers。  This was not at all the kind of story that they had
  expected; it was quite different from her usual utterances; the
  nature of which they knew by report。  Ethelberta kept her eye upon
  Lord Mountclere。  Soon; to her amazement; there was that in his face
  which told her that he knew the story and its heroine quite w