Dawn. Генри Райдер Хаггард

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СКАЧАТЬ with all respect. Don’t open your eyes, but attend to me. For the present, you had best put her in the red room, and attend to her yourself. Do you understand?”

      "Oh, yes, sir! I understand,” Pigott replied, curtseying. "Will you be pleased to come along with me, ma’am?”

      Hilda rose and took Pigott’s arm. Excitement and fatigue had worn her out. Before she went, however, she turned, and with tears in her eyes thanked the old man for his kindness to a friendless woman.

      The hard eyes grew kindly as he stooped and kissed the broad, white brow, and said in his stately way—

      "My dear, as yet I have shown you nothing but the courtesy due to a lady. Should I live, I hope to bestow on you the affection I owe to a much-wronged daughter. Good-by.”

      And thus they parted, little knowing where they should meet again.

      "A woman I respect—well, English or German, the blood will tell” —he said as soon as the door had closed. "Poor thing—poor Maria too. The scoundrel!—ah! there it is again;” and he pressed his hand to his heart. "This business has upset me, and no wonder.”

      The pang passed, and sitting down he wrote a letter that evidently embarrassed him considerably, and addressed it to Miss Lee. This he put in the post-box, and then, going to a secretaire, he unlocked it, and taking out a document he began to puzzle over it attentively.

      Presently Simmons announced that Mr. Bellamy was waiting.

      "Show him in at once,” said the old man briskly.

      Chapter XI

      It was some minutes past seven that evening when the lawyer left, and he had not been gone a quarter of an hour before a hired gig drove up to the door containing Philip, who had got back from town in the worst of bad tempers, and, as no conveyance was waiting for him, had been forced to post over from Roxham. Apparently his father had been expecting his arrival, for the moment the servant opened the door he appeared from his study, and addressed him in a tone that was as near to being jovial as he ever went.

      "Hallo, Philip, back again, are you? Been up to town, I suppose, and driven over in the ‘George’ gig? That’s lucky; I wanted to speak to you. Come in here, there’s a good fellow, I want to speak to you.”

      "Why is he so infernally genial?” reflected Philip. "Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes;” then aloud, "All right, father; but if it is all the same to you, I should like to get some dinner first.”

      "Dinner! why, I have had none yet; I have been too busy. I shall not keep you long; we will dine together presently.”

      Philip was surprised, and glanced at him suspiciously. His habits were extremely regular; why had he had no dinner?

      Meanwhile his father led the way into the study, muttering below his breath—

      "One more chance—his last chance.”

      A wood fire was burning brightly on the hearth, for the evening was chilly, and some sherry and glasses stood upon the table.

      "Take a glass of wine, Philip; I am going to have one; it is a good thing to begin a conversation on. What says the Psalmist: ‘Wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make him a cheerful countenance’—a cheerful countenance! Ho, ho! my old limbs are tired; I am going to sit down— going to sit down.”

      He seated himself in a well-worn leather arm-chair by the side of the fire so that his back was towards the dying daylight. But the brightness of the flames threw the clear-cut features into strong relief against the gloom, and by it Philip could see that the withered cheeks were flushed. Somehow the whole strongly defined scene made him feel uncanny and restless.

      "Cold for the first of May, isn’t it, lad? The world is very cold at eighty-two. Eighty-two, a great age, yet it seems but the other day that I used to sit in this very chair and dandle you upon my knee, and make this repeater strike for you. And yet that is twenty years since, and I have lived through four twenties and two years. A great age, a cold world!”

      "Ain’t you well?” asked his son, brusquely, but not unkindly.

      "Well; ah, yes! thank you, Philip, I never felt better, my memory is so good, I can see things I have forgotten seventy years or more. Dear, dear, it was behind that bookcase in a hole in the board that I used to hide my flint and steel which I used for making little fires at the foot of Caresfoot’s Staff. There is a mark on the bark now. I was mischievous as a little lad, and thought that the old tree would make a fine blaze. I was audacious, too, and delighted to hide the things in my father’s study under the very nose of authority. Ay, and other memories come upon me as I think. It was here upon this very table that they stood my mother’s coffin. I was standing where you are now when I wrenched open the half-fastened shell to kiss her once more before they screwed her down for ever. I wonder would you do as much for me? I loved my mother, and that was fifty years ago. I wonder shall we meet again? That was on the first of May, a long-gone first of May. They threw branches of blackthorn bloom upon her coffin. Odd, very odd! But business, lad, business —what was it? Ah! I know,” and his manner changed in a second and became hard and stern. "About Maria, have you come to a decision?”

      Philip moved restlessly on his chair, poked the logs to a brighter blaze, and threw on a handful of pine chips from a basket by his side before he answered. Then he said—

      "No, I have not.”

      "Your reluctance is very strange, Philip, I cannot understand it. I suppose that you are not already married, are you, Philip?”

      There was a lurid calm about the old man’s face as he asked this question that was very dreadful in its intensity. Under the shadow of his thick black eyebrows, gleams of light glinted and flickered in the expanded pupils, as before the outburst of a tempest the forked lightning flickers in the belly of the cloud. His voice too was constrained and harsh.

      Owing to the position of his father’s head, Philip could not see this play of feature, but he heard the voice and thought that it meant mischief. He had but a second to decide between confession and the lie that leaped to his lips. An inward conviction told him that his father was not long for this world, was it worth while to face his anger when matters might yet be kept dark till the end? The tone of the voice—ah! how he mistook its meaning —deceived him. It was not, he thought, possible that his father could know anything. Had he possessed a little more knowledge of the world, he might have judged differently.

      "Married, no, indeed; what put that idea into your head?” And he laughed outright.

      Presently he became aware that his father had risen and was approaching towards him. Another moment and a hand of iron was laid upon his shoulder, the awful eyes blazed into his face and seemed to pierce him through and through, and a voice that he could not have recognized hissed into his ear—

      "You unutterable liar, you everlasting hound, your wife is at this moment in this house.”

      Philip sprang up with an exclamation of rage and cursed Hilda aloud.

      "No,” went on his father, standing before him, his tall frame swaying backwards and forwards with excitement; "no, do not curse her, she, like your other poor dupe, is an honest woman; on yourself be the damnation, you living fraud, you outcast from all honour, who have brought shame and reproach upon our honest name, on you be it; may every curse attend you, and may remorse torture you. Listen: you lied to me, you lied to your wife, trebly did you lie to the unfortunate girl you have deceived; but, if you will not speak it, for once hear the truth, СКАЧАТЬ