The Sea Lady. Герберт Уэллс

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СКАЧАТЬ you know, Mr. Melville, altogether – Well, I’m going to help her, just as much as ever I can. Practically, she’s to be our paying guest. As you know – it’s no great secret between us – Adeline – Yes… She’ll be the same. And I shall bring her out and introduce her to people and so forth. It will be a great help. And for everyone except just a few intimate friends, she is to be just a human being who happens to be an invalid – temporarily an invalid – and we are going to engage a good, trustworthy woman – the sort of woman who isn’t astonished at anything, you know – they’re a little expensive but they’re to be got even nowadays – who will be her maid – and make her dresses, her skirts at any rate – and we shall dress her in long skirts – and throw something over It, you know – ”

      “Over – ?”

      “The tail, you know.”

      My cousin Melville said “Precisely!” with his head and eyebrows. But that was the point that hadn’t been clear to him so far, and it took his breath away. Positively – a tail! All sorts of incorrect theories went by the board. Somehow he felt this was a topic not to be too urgently pursued. But he and Mrs. Bunting were old friends.

      “And she really has … a tail?” he asked.

      “Like the tail of a big mackerel,” said Mrs. Bunting, and he asked no more.

      “It’s a most extraordinary situation,” he said.

      “But what else could I do?” asked Mrs. Bunting.

      “Of course the thing’s a tremendous experiment,” said my cousin Melville, and repeated quite inadvertently, “a tail!”

      Clear and vivid before his eyes, obstructing absolutely the advance of his thoughts, were the shiny clear lines, the oily black, the green and purple and silver, and the easy expansiveness of a mackerel’s termination.

      “But really, you know,” said my cousin Melville, protesting in the name of reason and the nineteenth century – “a tail!”

      “I patted it,” said Mrs. Bunting.

IV

      Certain supplementary aspects of the Sea Lady’s first conversation with Mrs. Bunting I got from that lady herself afterwards.

      The Sea Lady had made one queer mistake. “Your four charming daughters,” she said, “and your two sons.”

      “My dear!” cried Mrs. Bunting – they had got through their preliminaries by then – “I’ve only two daughters and one son!”

      “The young man who carried – who rescued me?”

      “Yes. And the other two girls are friends, you know, visitors who are staying with me. On land one has visitors – ”

      “I know. So I made a mistake?”

      “Oh yes.”

      “And the other young man?”

      “You don’t mean Mr. Bunting.”

      “Who is Mr. Bunting?”

      “The other gentleman who – ”

      “No!”

      “There was no one – ”

      “But several mornings ago?”

      “Could it have been Mr. Melville?.. I know! You mean Mr. Chatteris! I remember, he came down with us one morning. A tall young man with fair – rather curlyish you might say – hair, wasn’t it? And a rather thoughtful face. He was dressed all in white linen and he sat on the beach.”

      “I fancy he did,” said the Sea Lady.

      “He’s not my son. He’s – he’s a friend. He’s engaged to Adeline, to the elder Miss Glendower. He was stopping here for a night or so. I daresay he’ll come again on his way back from Paris. Dear me! Fancy my having a son like that!”

      The Sea Lady was not quite prompt in replying.

      “What a stupid mistake for me to make!” she said slowly; and then with more animation, “Of course, now I think, he’s much too old to be your son!”

      “Well, he’s thirty-two!” said Mrs. Bunting with a smile.

      “It’s preposterous.”

      “I won’t say that.”

      “But I saw him only at a distance, you know,” said the Sea Lady; and then, “And so he is engaged to Miss Glendower? And Miss Glendower – ?”

      “Is the young lady in the purple robe who – ”

      “Who carried a book?”

      “Yes,” said Mrs. Bunting, “that’s the one. They’ve been engaged three months.”

      “Dear me!” said the Sea Lady. “She seemed – And is he very much in love with her?”

      “Of course,” said Mrs. Bunting.

      “Very much?”

      “Oh – of course. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t – ”

      “Of course,” said the Sea Lady thoughtfully.

      “And it’s such an excellent match in every way. Adeline’s just in the very position to help him – ”

      And Mrs. Bunting it would seem briefly but clearly supplied an indication of the precise position of Mr. Chatteris, not omitting even that he was the nephew of an earl, as indeed why should she omit it? – and the splendid prospects of his alliance with Miss Glendower’s plebeian but extensive wealth. The Sea Lady listened gravely. “He is young, he is able, he may still be anything – anything. And she is so earnest, so clever herself – always reading. She even reads Blue Books – government Blue Books I mean – dreadful statistical schedulely things. And the condition of the poor and all those things. She knows more about the condition of the poor than any one I’ve ever met; what they earn and what they eat, and how many of them live in a room. So dreadfully crowded, you know – perfectly shocking… She is just the helper he needs. So dignified – so capable of giving political parties and influencing people, so earnest! And you know she can talk to workmen and take an interest in trades unions, and in quite astonishing things. I always think she’s just Marcella come to life.”

      And from that the good lady embarked upon an illustrative but involved anecdote of Miss Glendower’s marvellous blue-bookishness…

      “He’ll come here again soon?” the Sea Lady asked quite carelessly in the midst of it.

      The query was carried away and lost in the anecdote, so that later the Sea Lady repeated her question even more carelessly.

      But Mrs. Bunting did not know whether the Sea Lady sighed at all or not. She thinks not. She was so busy telling her all about everything that I don’t think she troubled very much to see how her information was received.

      What mind she had left over from her own discourse was probably centred on the tail.

V

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