Desperate Remedies, The Hand of Ethelberta & A Laodicean: Complete Illustrated Trilogy. Томас Харди

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      ‘The idea of my taking a girl without asking her more than three questions, or having a single reference, all because of her good l — the shape of her face and body! It was a fool’s trick. There, I am served right, quite right — by being deceived in such a way.’

      ‘I didn’t deceive you,’ said Cytherea. The speech was an unfortunate one, and was the very ‘fuel to maintain its fires’ that the other’s petulance desired.

      ‘You did,’ she said hotly.

      ‘I told you I couldn’t promise to be acquainted with every detail of routine just at first.’

      ‘Will you contradict me in this way! You are telling untruths, I say.’

      Cytherea’s lip quivered. ‘I would answer the remark if — if —’

      ‘If what?’

      ‘If it were a lady’s!’

      ‘You girl of impudence — what do you say? Leave the room this instant, I tell you.’

      ‘And I tell you that a person who speaks to a lady as you do to me, is no lady herself!’

      ‘To a lady? A lady’s-maid speaks in this way. The idea!’

      ‘Don’t “lady’s-maid” me: nobody is my mistress I won’t have it!’

      ‘Good Heavens!’

      ‘I wouldn’t have come — no — I wouldn’t! if I had known!’

      ‘What?’

      ‘That you were such an ill-tempered, unjust woman!’

      ‘Possest beyond the Muse’s painting,’ Miss Aldclyffe exclaimed —

      ‘A Woman, am I! I’ll teach you if I am a Woman!’ and lifted her hand as if she would have liked to strike her companion. This stung the maiden into absolute defiance.

      ‘I dare you to touch me!’ she cried. ‘Strike me if you dare, madam! I am not afraid of you — what do you mean by such an action as that?’

      Miss Aldclyffe was disconcerted at this unexpected show of spirit, and ashamed of her unladylike impulse now it was put into words. She sank back in the chair. ‘I was not going to strike you — go to your room — I beg you to go to your room!’ she repeated in a husky whisper.

      Cytherea, red and panting, took up her candlestick and advanced to the table to get a light. As she stood close to them the rays from the candles struck sharply on her face. She usually bore a much stronger likeness to her mother than to her father, but now, looking with a grave, reckless, and angered expression of countenance at the kindling wick as she held it slanting into the other flame, her father’s features were distinct in her. It was the first time Miss Aldclyffe had seen her in a passionate mood, and wearing that expression which was invariably its concomitant. It was Miss Aldclyffe’s turn to start now; and the remark she made was an instance of that sudden change of tone from high-flown invective to the pettiness of curiosity which so often makes women’s quarrels ridiculous. Even Miss Aldclyffe’s dignity had not sufficient power to postpone the absorbing desire she now felt to settle the strange suspicion that had entered her head.

      ‘You spell your name the common way, G, R, E, Y, don’t you?’ she said, with assumed indifference.

      ‘No,’ said Cytherea, poised on the side of her foot, and still looking into the flame.

      ‘Yes, surely? The name was spelt that way on your boxes: I looked and saw it myself.’

      The enigma of Miss Aldclyffe’s mistake was solved. ‘O, was it?’ said Cytherea. ‘Ah, I remember Mrs. Jackson, the lodging-house keeper at Budmouth, labelled them. We spell our name G, R, A, Y, E.’

      ‘What was your father’s trade?’

      Cytherea thought it would be useless to attempt to conceal facts any longer. ‘His was not a trade,’ she said. ‘He was an architect.’

      ‘The idea of your being an architect’s daughter!’

      ‘There’s nothing to offend you in that, I hope?’

      ‘O no.’

      ‘Why did you say “the idea”?’

      ‘Leave that alone. Did he ever visit in Gower Street, Bloomsbury, one Christmas, many years ago? — but you would not know that.’

      ‘I have heard him say that Mr. Huntway, a curate somewhere in that part of London, and who died there, was an old college friend of his.’

      ‘What is your Christian name?’

      ‘Cytherea.’

      ‘No! And is it really? And you knew that face I showed you? Yes, I see you did.’ Miss Aldclyffe stopped, and closed her lips impassibly. She was a little agitated.

      ‘Do you want me any longer?’ said Cytherea, standing candle in hand and looking quietly in Miss Aldclyffe’s face.

      ‘Well — no: no longer,’ said the other lingeringly.

      ‘With your permission, I will leave the house to morrow morning, madam.’

      ‘Ah.’ Miss Aldclyffe had no notion of what she was saying.

      ‘And I know you will be so good as not to intrude upon me during the short remainder of my stay?’

      Saying this Cytherea left the room before her companion had answered. Miss Aldclyffe, then, had recognized her at last, and had been curious about her name from the beginning.

      The other members of the household had retired to rest. As Cytherea went along the passage leading to her room her skirts rustled against the partition. A door on her left opened, and Mrs. Morris looked out.

      ‘I waited out of bed till you came up,’ she said, ‘it being your first night, in case you should be at a loss for anything. How have you got on with Miss Aldclyffe?’

      ‘Pretty well — though not so well as I could have wished.’

      ‘Has she been scolding?’

      ‘A little.’

      ‘She’s a very odd lady —’tis all one way or the other with her. She’s not bad at heart, but unbearable in close quarters. Those of us who don’t have much to do with her personally, stay on for years and years.’

      ‘Has Miss Aldclyffe’s family always been rich?’ said Cytherea.

      ‘O no. The property, with the name, came from her mother’s uncle. Her family is a branch of the old Aldclyffe family on the maternal side. Her mother married a Bradleigh — a mere nobody at that time — and was on that account cut by her relations. But very singularly the other branch of the family died out one by one — three of them, and Miss Aldclyffe’s great-uncle then left all his property, including this estate, to СКАЧАТЬ