Oliver Twist 雾都孤儿 - Chapter 34
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It was almost too much happiness to bear.
Oliver felt stunned1 and stupefied by the unexpected intelligence; he could not weep, or speak, or rest.
He had scarcely the power of understanding anything that had passed, until, after a long ramble2 in the quiet evening air, a burst of tears came to his relief, and he seemed to awaken3, all at once, to a full sense of the joyful4 change that had occurred, and the almost insupportable load of anguish5 which had been taken from his breast. The night was fast closing in, when he returned homeward:
laden6 with flowers which he had culled7, with peculiar8 care, for the adornment9 of the sick chamber10.
As he walked briskly along the road, he heard behind him, the noise of some vehicle, approaching at a furious pace.
Looking round, he saw that it was a post-chaise, driven at great speed; and as the horses were galloping11, and the road was narrow, he stood leaning against a gate until it should have passed him. As it dashed on, Oliver caught a glimpse of a man in a white nightcap, whose face seemed familiar to him, although his view was so brief that he could not identify the person.
In another second or two, the nightcap was thrust out of the chaise-window, and a stentorian12 voice bellowed13 to the driver to stop:
which he did, as soon as he could pull up his horses.
Then, the nightcap once again appeared: and the same voice called Oliver by his name. 'Here!' cried the voice.
'Oliver, what's the news?
Miss Rose! Master O-li-ver!' 'Is is you, Giles?' cried Oliver, running up to the chaise-door. Giles popped out his nightcap again, preparatory to making some reply, when he was suddenly pulled back by a young gentleman who occupied the other corner of the chaise, and who eagerly demanded what was the news. 'In a word!' cried the gentleman, 'Better or worse?' 'Better--much better!' replied Oliver, hastily. 'Thank Heaven!' exclaimed the gentleman.
'You are sure?' 'Quite, sir,' replied Oliver.
'The change took place only a few hours ago; and Mr. Losberne says, that all danger is at an end.' The gentleman said not another word, but, opening the chaise-door, leaped out, and taking Oliver hurriedly by the arm, led him aside. 'You are quite certain?
There is no possibility of any mistake on your part, my boy, is there?' demanded the gentleman in a tremulous voice.
'Do not deceive me, by awakening14 hopes that are not to be fulfilled.' 'I would not for the world, sir,' replied Oliver.
'Indeed you may believe me.
Mr. Losberne's words were, that she would live to bless us all for many years to come.
I heard him say so.' The tears stood in Oliver's eyes as he recalled the scene which was the beginning of so much happiness; and the gentleman turned his face away, and remained silent, for some minutes.
Oliver thought he heard him sob15, more than once; but he feared to interrupt him by any fresh remark--for he could well guess what his feelings were--and so stood apart, feigning16 to be occupied with his nosegay. All this time, Mr. Giles, with the white nightcap on, had been sitting on the steps of the chaise, supporting an elbow on each knee, and wiping his eyes with a blue cotton pocket-handkerchief dotted with white spots.
That the honest fellow had not been feigning emotion, was abundantly demonstrated by the very red eyes with which he regarded the young gentleman, when he turned round and addressed him. 'I think you had better go on to my mother's in the chaise, Giles,' said he.
'I would rather walk slowly on, so as to gain a little time before I see her.
giving a final polish to his ruffled18 countenance19 with the handkerchief; 'but if you would leave the postboy to say that, I should be very much obliged to you.
It wouldn't be proper for the maids to see me in this state, sir; I should never have any more authority with them if they did.' 'Well,' rejoined Harry Maylie, smiling, 'you can do as you like. Let him go on with the luggage, if you wish it, and do you follow with us.
Only first exchange that nightcap for some more appropriate covering, or we shall be taken for madmen.' Mr. Giles, reminded of his unbecoming costume, snatched off and pocketed his nightcap; and substituted a hat, of grave and sober shape, which he took out of the chaise.
This done, the postboy drove off; Giles, Mr. Maylie, and Oliver, followed at their leisure. As they walked along, Oliver glanced from time to time with much interest and curiosity at the new comer.
He seemed about five-and-twenty years of age, and was of the middle height; his countenance was frank and handsome; and his demeanor20 easy and prepossessing.
Notwithstanding the difference between youth and age, he bore so strong a likeness21 to the old lady, that Oliver would have had no great difficulty in imagining their relationship, if he had not already spoken of her as his mother. Mrs. Maylie was anxiously waiting to receive her son when he reached the cottage.
The meeting did not take place without great emotion on both sides. 'Mother!' whispered the young man; 'why did you not write before?' 'I did,' replied Mrs. Maylie; 'but, on reflection, I determined22 to keep back the letter until I had heard Mr. Losberne's opinion.' 'But why,' said the young man, 'why run the chance of that occurring which so nearly happened?
If Rose had--I cannot utter that word now--if this illness had terminated differently, how could you ever have forgiven yourself!
How could I ever have know happiness again!' 'If that _had_ been the case, Harry,' said Mrs. Maylie, 'I fear your happiness would have been effectually blighted23, and that your arrival here, a day sooner or a day later, would have been of very, very little import.' 'And who can wonder if it be so, mother?' rejoined the young man; 'or why should I say, _if_?--It is--it is--you know it, mother--you must know it!' 'I know that she deserves the best and purest love the heart of man can offer,' said Mrs. Maylie; 'I know that the devotion and affection of her nature require no ordinary return, but one that shall be deep and lasting24.
If I did not feel this, and know, besides, that a changed behaviour in one she loved would break her heart, I should not feel my task so difficult of performance, or have to encounter so many struggles in my own bosom25, when I take what seems to me to be the strict line of duty.' 'This is unkind, mother,' said Harry.
'Do you still suppose that I am a boy ignorant of my own mind, and mistaking the impulses of my own soul?' 'I think, my dear son,' returned Mrs. Maylie, laying her hand upon his shoulder, 'that youth has many generous impulses which do not last; and that among them are some, which, being gratified, become only the more fleeting26.
Above all, I think' said the lady, fixing her eyes on her son's face, 'that if an enthusiastic, ardent27, and ambitious man marry a wife on whose name there is a stain, which, though it originate in no fault of hers, may be visited by cold and sordid28 people upon her, and upon his children also: and, in exact proportion to his success in the world, be cast in his teeth, and made the subject of sneers29 against him:
he may, no matter how generous and good his nature, one day repent30 of the connection he formed in early life.
And she may have the pain of knowing that he does so.' 'Mother,' said the young man, impatiently, 'he would be a selfish brute31, unworthy alike of the name of man and of the woman you describe, who acted thus.' 'You think so now, Harry,' replied his mother. 'And ever will!' said the young man.
'The mental agony I have suffered, during the last two days, wrings33 from me the avowal34 to you of a passion which, as you well know, is not one of yesterday, nor one I have lightly formed.
On Rose, sweet, gentle girl! my heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman.
I have no thought, no view, no hope in life, beyond her; and if you oppose me in this great stake, you take my peace and happiness in your hands, and cast them to the wind.
Mother, think better of this, and of me, and do not disregard the happiness of which you seem to think so little.' 'Harry,' said Mrs. Maylie, 'it is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded. But we have said enough, and more than enough, on this matter, just now.' 'Let it rest with Rose, then,' interposed Harry.
'You will not press these overstrained opinions of yours, so far, as to throw any obstacle in my way?' 'I will not,' rejoined Mrs. Maylie; 'but I would have you consider--' 'I _have_ considered!' was the impatient reply; 'Mother, I have considered, years and years.
I have considered, ever since I have been capable of serious reflection.
My feelings remain unchanged, as they ever will; and why should I suffer the pain of a delay in giving them vent35, which can be productive of no earthly good?
No!
Before I leave this place, Rose shall hear me.' 'She shall,' said Mrs. Maylie. 'There is something in your manner, which would almost imply that she will hear me coldly, mother,' said the young man. 'Not coldly,' rejoined the old lady; 'far from it.' 'How then?' urged the young man.
'She has formed no other attachment36?' 'No, indeed,' replied his mother; 'you have, or I mistake, too strong a hold on her affections already.
What I would say,' resumed the old lady, stopping her son as he was about to speak, 'is this.
Before you stake your all on this chance; before you suffer yourself to be carried to the highest point of hope; reflect for a few moments, my dear child, on Rose's history, and consider what effect the knowledge of her doubtful birth may have on her decision:
devoted37 as she is to us, with all the intensity38 of her noble mind, and with that perfect sacrifice of self which, in all matters, great or trifling39, has always been her characteristic.' 'What do you mean?' 'That I leave you to discover,' replied Mrs. Maylie.
'I must go back to her.
God bless you!' 'I shall see you again to-night?' said the young man, eagerly. 'By and by,' replied the lady; 'when I leave Rose.' 'You will tell her I am here?' said Harry. 'Of course,' replied Mrs. Maylie. 'And say how anxious I have been, and how much I have suffered, and how I long to see her.
You will not refuse to do this, mother?' 'No,' said the old lady; 'I will tell her all.'
And pressing her son's hand, affectionately, she hastened from the room. Mr. Losberne and Oliver had remained at another end of the apartment while this hurried conversation was proceeding40.
The former now held out his hand to Harry Maylie; and hearty41 salutations were exchanged between them.
The doctor then communicated, in reply to multifarious questions from his young friend, a precise account of his patient's situation; which was quite as consolatory42 and full of promise, as Oliver's statement had encouraged him to hope; and to the whole of which, Mr. Giles, who affected43 to be busy about the luggage, listened with greedy ears. 'Have you shot anything particular, lately, Giles?' inquired the doctor, when he had concluded. 'Nothing particular, sir,' replied Mr. Giles, colouring up to the eyes. 'Nor catching44 any thieves, nor identifying any house-breakers?' said the doctor. 'None at all, sir,' replied Mr. Giles, with much gravity. 'Well,' said the doctor, 'I am sorry to hear it, because you do that sort of thing admirably.
Pray, how is Brittles?' 'The boy is very well, sir,' said Mr. Giles, recovering his usual tone of patronage45; 'and sends his respectful duty, sir.' 'That's well,' said the doctor.
'Seeing you here, reminds me, Mr. Giles, that on the day before that on which I was called away so hurriedly, I executed, at the request of your good mistress, a small commission in your favour.
Just step into this corner a moment, will you?' Mr. Giles walked into the corner with much importance, and some wonder, and was honoured with a short whispering conference with the doctor, on the termination of which, he made a great many bows, and retired46 with steps of unusual stateliness.
The subject matter of this conference was not disclosed in the parlour, but the kitchen was speedily enlightened concerning it; for Mr. Giles walked straight thither47, and having called for a mug of ale, announced, with an air of majesty48, which was highly effective, that it had pleased his mistress, in consideration of his gallant49 behaviour on the occasion of that attempted robbery, to deposit, in the local savings-bank, the sum of five-and-twenty pounds, for his sole use and benefit.
At this, the two women-servants lifted up their hands and eyes, and supposed that Mr. Giles, pulling out his shirt-frill, replied, 'No, no'; and that if they observed that he was at all haughty50 to his inferiors, he would thank them to tell him so.
And then he made a great many other remarks, no less illustrative of his humility51, which were received with equal favour and applause, and were, withal, as original and as much to the purpose, as the remarks of great men commonly are. Above stairs, the remainder of the evening passed cheerfully away; for the doctor was in high spirits; and however fatigued52 or thoughtful Harry Maylie might have been at first, he was not proof against the worthy32 gentleman's good humour, which displayed itself in a great variety of sallies and professional recollections, and an abundance of small jokes, which struck Oliver as being the drollest things he had ever heard, and caused him to laugh proportionately; to the evident satisfaction of the doctor, who laughed immoderately at himself, and made Harry laugh almost as heartily53, by the very force of sympathy.
So, they were as pleasant a party as, under the circumstances, they could well have been; and it was late before they retired, with light and thankful hearts, to take that rest of which, after the doubt and suspense54 they had recently undergone, they stood much in need. Oliver rose next morning, in better heart, and went about his usual occupations, with more hope and pleasure than he had known for many days.
The birds were once more hung out, to sing, in their old places; and the sweetest wild flowers that could be found, were once more gathered to gladden Rose with their beauty. The melancholy55 which had seemed to the sad eyes of the anxious boy to hang, for days past, over every object, beautiful as all were, was dispelled56 by magic.
The dew seemed to sparkle more brightly on the green leaves; the air to rustle57 among them with a sweeter music; and the sky itself to look more blue and bright. Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts, exercise, even over the appearance of external objects.
Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own jaundiced eyes and hearts.
The real hues58 are delicate, and need a clearer vision. It is worthy of remark, and Oliver did not fail to note it at the time, that his morning expeditions were no longer made alone. Harry Maylie, after the very first morning when he met Oliver coming laden home, was seized with such a passion for flowers, and displayed such a taste in their arrangement, as left his young companion far behind.
If Oliver were behindhand in these respects, he knew where the best were to be found; and morning after morning they scoured59 the country together, and brought home the fairest that blossomed.
The window of the young lady's chamber was opened now; for she loved to feel the rich summer air stream in, and revive her with its freshness; but there always stood in water, just inside the lattice, one particular little bunch, which was made up with great care, every morning.
Oliver could not help noticing that the withered60 flowers were never thrown away, although the little vase was regularly replenished61; nor, could he help observing, that whenever the doctor came into the garden, he invariably cast his eyes up to that particular corner, and nodded his head most expressively62, as he set forth63 on his morning's walk.
Pending64 these observations, the days were flying by; and Rose was rapidly recovering. Nor did Oliver's time hang heavy on his hands, although the young lady had not yet left her chamber, and there were no evening walks, save now and then, for a short distance, with Mrs. Maylie. He applied65 himself, with redoubled assiduity, to the instructions of the white-headed old gentleman, and laboured so hard that his quick progress surprised even himself.
It was while he was engaged in this pursuit, that he was greatly startled and distressed66 by a most unexpected occurrence. The little room in which he was accustomed to sit, when busy at his books, was on the ground-floor, at the back of the house.
It was quite a cottage-room, with a lattice-window: around which were clusters of jessamine and honeysuckle, that crept over the casement67, and filled the place with their delicious perfume.
It looked into a garden, whence a wicket-gate opened into a small paddock; all beyond, was fine meadow-land and wood.
There was no other dwelling68 near, in that direction; and the prospect69 it commanded was very extensive. One beautiful evening, when the first shades of twilight70 were beginning to settle upon the earth, Oliver sat at this window, intent upon his books.
He had been poring over them for some time; and, as the day had been uncommonly71 sultry, and he had exerted himself a great deal, it is no disparagement72 to the authors, whoever they may have been, to say, that gradually and by slow degrees, he fell asleep. There is a kind of sleep that steals upon us sometimes, which, while it holds the body prisoner, does not free the mind from a sense of things about it, and enable it to ramble at its pleasure.
So far as an overpowering heaviness, a prostration73 of strength, and an utter inability to control our thoughts or power of motion, can be called sleep, this is it; and yet, we have a consciousness of all that is going on about us, and, if we dream at such a time, words which are really spoken, or sounds which really exist at the moment, accommodate themselves with surprising readiness to our visions, until reality and imagination become so strangely blended that it is afterwards almost matter of impossibility to separate the two.
Nor is this, the most striking phenomenon incidental to such a state.
It is an undoubted fact, that although our senses of touch and sight be for the time dead, yet our sleeping thoughts, and the visionary scenes that pass before us, will be influenced and materially influenced, by the _mere silent presence_ of some external object; which may not have been near us when we closed our eyes:
and of whose vicinity we have had no waking consciousness. Oliver knew, perfectly74 well, that he was in his own little room; that his books were lying on the table before him; that the sweet air was stirring among the creeping plants outside.
And yet he was asleep.
Suddenly, the scene changed; the air became close and confined; and he thought, with a glow of terror, that he was in the Jew's house again. There sat the hideous75 old man, in his accustomed corner, pointing at him, and whispering to another man, with his face averted76, who sat beside him. 'Hush77, my dear!' he thought he heard the Jew say; 'it is he, sure enough.
Come away.' 'He!' the other man seemed to answer; 'could I mistake him, think you?
If a crowd of ghosts were to put themselves into his exact shape, and he stood amongst them, there is something that would tell me how to point him out.
If you buried him fifty feet deep, and took me across his grave, I fancy I should know, if there wasn't a mark above it, that he lay buried there?' The man seemed to say this, with such dreadful hatred78, that Oliver awoke with the fear, and started up. Good Heaven!
what was that, which sent the blood tingling79 to his heart, and deprived him of his voice, and of power to move! There--there--at the window--close before him--so close, that he could have almost touched him before he started back:
with his eyes peering into the room, and meeting his:
there stood the Jew!
And beside him, white with rage or fear, or both, were the scowling80 features of the man who had accosted81 him in the inn-yard. It was but an instant, a glance, a flash, before his eyes; and they were gone.
But they had recognised him, and he them; and their look was as firmly impressed upon his memory, as if it had been deeply carved in stone, and set before him from his birth. He stood transfixed for a moment; then, leaping from the window into the garden, called loudly for help.
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joyful
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