Night and Morning, Volume 5. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон

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СКАЧАТЬ not listening to her, uttered a deep sigh. Fanny approached him timidly.

      "Do not sigh, brother,—I can't bear to hear you sigh. You are changed.

      Have you, too, not been happy?"

      "Happy, Fanny! yes, lately very happy—too happy!"

      "Happy, have you? and I—" the girl stopped short—her tone had been that of sadness and reproach, and she stopped—why, she knew not, but she felt her heart sink within her. Fanny suffered him to pass her, and he went straight to his room. Her eyes followed him wistfully: it was not his habit to leave her thus abruptly. The family meal of the day was over; and it was an hour before Vaudemont descended to the parlour. Fanny had put aside the songs; she had no heart to recommence those gentle studies that had been so sweet,—they had drawn no pleasure, no praise from him. She was seated idly and listlessly beside the silent old man, who every day grew more and more silent still. She turned her head as Vaudemont entered, and her pretty lip pouted as that of a neglected child. But he did not heed it, and the pout vanished, and tears rushed to her eyes.

      Vaudemont was changed. His countenance was thoughtful and overcast. His manner abstracted. He addressed a few words to Simon, and then, seating himself by the window, leant his cheek on his hand, and was soon lost in reverie. Fanny, finding that he did not speak, and after stealing many a long and earnest glance at his motionless attitude and gloomy brow, rose gently, and gliding to him with her light step, said, in a trembling voice,—

      "Are you in pain, brother?"

      "No, pretty one!"

      "Then why won't you speak to Fanny? Will you not walk with her? Perhaps my grandfather will come too."

      "Not this evening. I shall go out; but it will be alone."

      "Where? Has not Fanny been good? I have not been out since you left. us. And the grave—brother!—I sent Sarah with the flowers—but—"

      Vaudemont rose abruptly. The mention of the grave brought back his thoughts from the dreaming channel into which they had flowed. Fanny, whose very childishness had once so soothed him, now disturbed; he felt the want of that complete solitude which makes the atmosphere of growing passion: he muttered some scarcely audible excuse, and quitted the house. Fanny saw him no more that evening. He did not return till midnight. But Fanny did not sleep till she heard his step on the stairs, and his chamber door close: and when she did sleep, her dreams were disturbed and painful. The next morning, when they met at breakfast (for Vaudemont did not return to London), her eyes were red and heavy, and her cheek pale. And, still buried in meditation, Vaudemont's eye, usually so kind and watchful, did not detect those signs of a grief that Fanny could not have explained. After breakfast, however, he asked her to walk out; and her face brightened as she hastened to put on her bonnet, and take her little basket full of fresh flowers which she had already sent Sarah forth to purchase.

      "Fanny," said Vaudemont, as leaving the house, he saw the basket on her arm, "to-day you may place some of those flowers on another tombstone!– Poor child, what natural goodness there is in that heart!—what pity that—"

      He paused. Fanny looked delightedly in his face. "You were praising me —you! And what is a pity, brother?"

      While she spoke, the sound of the joy-bells was heard near at hand.

      "Hark!" said Vaudemont, forgetting her question—and almost gaily—

      "Hark!—I accept the omen. It is a marriage peal!"

      He quickened his steps, and they reached the churchyard.

      There was a crowd already assembled, and Vaudemont and Fanny paused; and, leaning over the little gate, looked on.

      "Why are these people here, and why does the bell ring so merrily?"

      "There is to be a wedding, Fanny."

      "I have heard of a wedding very often," said Fanny, with a pretty look of puzzlement and doubt, "but I don't know exactly what it means. Will you tell me?—and the bells, too!"

      "Yes, Fanny, those bells toll but three times for man! The first time, when he comes into the world; the last time, when he leaves it; the time between when he takes to his side a partner in all the sorrows—in all the joys that yet remain to him; and who, even when the last bell announces his death to this earth, may yet, for ever and ever, be his partner in that world to come—that heaven, where they who are as innocent as you, Fanny, may hope to live and to love each other in a land in which there are no graves!"

      "And this bell?"

      "Tolls for that partnership—for the wedding!"

      "I think I understand you;—and they who are to be wed are happy?"

      "Happy, Fanny, if they love, and their love continue. Oh! conceive the happiness to know some one person dearer to you than your own self—some one breast into which you can pour every thought, every grief, every joy! One person, who, if all the rest of the world were to calumniate or forsake you, would never wrong you by a harsh thought or an unjust word, —who would cling to you the closer in sickness, in poverty, in care,– who would sacrifice all things to you, and for whom you would sacrifice all—from whom, except by death, night or day, you must be never divided —whose smile is ever at your hearth—who has no tears while you are well and happy, and your love the same. Fanny, such is marriage, if they who marry have hearts and souls to feel that there is no bond on earth so tender and so sublime. There is an opposite picture;—I will not draw that! And as it is, Fanny, you cannot understand me!"

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