第 143 节
作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9251
  “Dear Aunt;” he said affectionately; as he held her hand; “your
  loss is the greatest of all; but you must tell me how to try and make
  it up to you all the rest of your life。”
  “It   was   so   sudden   and   so   dreadful;   Arthur;”   poor   Miss   Lydia
  began; pouring out her little plaints; and Arthur sat down to listen
  with impatient patience。 When a pause came; he said:
  “Now; Aunt; I’ll leave you for a quarter of an hour just to go to
  my   own   room;   and   then   I   shall   come   and   give   full   attention   to
  everything。”
  “My room is all ready for me; I suppose; Mills?” he said to the
  butler;   who   seemed   to   be   lingering   uneasily   about   the   entrance…
  hall。
  “Yes; sir; and there are letters for you; they are all laid on the
  writing…table in your dressing…room。”
  On   entering   the   small   anteroom   which   was   called   a   dressing…
  room; but which Arthur really used only to lounge and write in; he
  just   cast   his   eyes   on   the   writing…table;   and   saw   that   there   were
  several      letters   and    packets     lying    there;    but   he    was    in   the
  uncomfortable         dusty    condition     of  a  man     who    has   had    a  long
  hurried journey; and he  must  really  refresh  himself  by  attending
  to   his   toilette   a   little;   before   he   read   his   letters。   Pym   was   there;
  making       everything     ready     for  him;   and    soon;    with   a  delightful
  freshness about him; as if he were prepared to begin a new day; he
  went   back   into   his   dressing…room   to   open   his   letters。   The   level
  rays of the low afternoon sun entered directly at the window; and
  as   Arthur   seated   himself   in   his   velvet   chair   with   their   pleasant
  warmth upon him; he was conscious of that quiet well…being which
  perhaps   you   and   I   have   felt   on   a   sunny   afternoon   when;   in   our
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  brightest youth and health; life has opened a new vista for us; and
  long to…morrows of activity have stretched before us   like a   lovely
  plain which there was no need for hurrying to look at; because it
  was all our own。
  The   top   letter   was   placed   with   its   address   upwards:   it   was   in
  Mr。    Irwine’s    handwriting;       Arthur    saw    at  once;    and   below     the
  address      was   written;    “To   be   delivered     as  soon    as  he   arrives。”
  Nothing could have been less surprising to him than a letter from
  Mr。   Irwine   at   that   moment:   of   course;   there   was   something   he
  wished Arthur to know earlier than it was possible for them to see
  each other。 At such a time as that it was quite natural that Irwine
  should have something pressing to say。 Arthur broke the seal with
  an agreeable anticipation of soon seeing the writer。
  “I send this letter to meet you on your arrival; Arthur; because I
  may then be at Stoniton; whither I am called by the most painful duty
  it has ever been given me to perform; and it is right that you should
  know what I have to tell you without delay。
  “I   will   not  attempt     to  add    by  one   word     of  reproach     to  the
  retribution that is now falling on you: any other words that I   could
  write   at   this   moment   must   be   weak   and   unmeaning   by   the   side   of
  those in which I must tell you the simple fact。
  “Hetty   Sorrel   is   in   prison;   and   will   be   tried   on   Friday   for   the
  crime of child…murder 。 。 。”
  Arthur read no more。 He started up from his chair and stood for
  a   single   minute   with   a   sense   of   violent   convulsion   in   his   whole
  frame; as if the life were going out of him with horrible throbs; but
  the next minute he had rushed out of the room; still clutching the
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  letter—he   was   hurrying   along   the   corridor;   and   down   the   stairs
  into the hall。 Mills was still there; but Arthur did not see him; as he
  passed like a hunted man across the hall and out along the gravel。
  The butler hurried out after him as fast as his elderly limbs could
  run: he guessed; he knew; where the young squire was going。
  When Mills got  to  the   stables;   a   horse   was   being saddled; and
  Arthur   was   forcing   himself   to   read   the   remaining   words   of   the
  letter。 He thrust it into his pocket as the horse was led up to him;
  and at that moment caught sight of Mills’ anxious face in front of
  him。
  “Tell   them   I’m   gone—gone   to   Stoniton;”   he   said   in   a   muffled
  tone of agitation—sprang into the saddle; and set off at a gallop。
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  Chapter XLV
  In the Prison
  ear    sunset    that   evening     an   elderly    gentleman      was
  Nstanding with his back against the smaller entrance…door
  of Stoniton jail; saying a few last words to the departing
  chaplain。   The   chaplain   walked   away;   but   the   elderly   gentleman
  stood   still;   looking  down   on   the   pavement   and   stroking   his   chin
  with    a  ruminating     air;  when    he   was   roused    by  a  sweet    clear
  woman’s voice; saying; “Can I get into the prison; if you please?”
  He turned his head and looked fixedly at the speaker for a few
  moments without answering。
  “I   have   seen   you   before;”   he   said   at   last。   “Do   you   remember
  preaching on the village green at Hayslope in Loamshire?”
  “Yes; sir; surely。 Are you the gentleman that stayed to listen on
  horseback?”
  “Yes。 Why do you want to go into the prison?”
  “I want to go to Hetty Sorrel; the young woman who has been
  condemned to death—and to stay with her; if I may be permitted。
  Have you power in the prison; sir?”
  “Yes;   I   am   a   magistrate;   and   can   get   admittance   for   you。   But
  did you know this criminal; Hetty Sorrel?”
  “Yes;    we  are   kin。  My    own   aunt   married     her   uncle;   Martin
  Poyser。   But   I   was   away   at   Leeds;   and   didn’t   know   of   this   great
  trouble in time to get here before to…day。 I entreat you; sir; for the
  love of our heavenly Father; to let me go to her and stay with her。”
  “How   did   you   know   she   was   condemned   to   death;   if   you   are
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  only just come from Leeds?”
  “I have seen my uncle since the trial; sir。 He is gone back to his
  home now; and the poor sinner is forsaken of all。 I beseech you to
  get leave for me to be with her。”
  “What! Have you courage to stay all night in the prison? She is
  very sullen; and will scarcely make answer when she is spoken to。”
  “Oh; sir; it may please God to open her heart still。 Don’t let us
  delay。”
  “Come; then;” said the elderly gentleman; ringing and   gaining
  admission; “I know you have a key to unlock hearts。”
  Dinah mechanically  took   off  her  bonnet   and   shawl   as   soon   as
  they    were    within   the   prison   court;   from    the  habit   she   had    of
  throwing   them   off   when   she   preached   or   prayed;   or   visited   the
  sick; and when they entered the jailer’s room; she laid them down
  on a chair unthinkingly。 There was no agitation visible in her; but
  a deep concentrated calmness; as if; even when she was speaking;
  her soul was in prayer reposing on an unseen support。
  After   speaking   to   the   jailer;   the   magistrate   turned   to   her   and
  said;   “The   turnkey   will   take   you   to   the   prisoner’s   cell   and   leave
  you there for the night; if you desire it; but you can’t have a light
  during     the   night—it    is  contrary    to  rules。   My   name     is  Colonel
  Townley:      if  I  can  help   you   in  anything;     ask  the   jailer  for  my
  address and come to me。 I take some interest in this Hetty Sorrel;
  for the sake of that fine fellow; Adam Bede。 I happened to see him
  at Hayslope the same evening I heard you preach; and recognised
  him in court to…day; ill as he looked。”