W. Somerset Maugham: Novels, Short Stories, Plays & Travel Sketches (33 Titles In One Edition). Уильям Сомерсет Моэм

Чтение книги онлайн.

      XIX

       Table of Contents

       James was vastly relieved. His people's obvious delight, Mary's quiet happiness, were very grateful to him, and if he laughed at himself a little for feeling so virtuous, he could not help thoroughly enjoying the pleasure he had given. He was willing to acknowledge now that his conscience had been uneasy after the rupture of his engagement: although he had assured himself so vehemently that reason was upon his side, the common disapproval, and the influence of all his bringing-up, had affected him in his own despite.

      "When shall we get married, Mary?" he asked, when the four of them were sitting together in the garden.

      "Quickly!" cried Colonel Parsons.

      "Well, shall we say in a month, or six weeks?"

      "D'you think you'll be strong enough?" replied Mary, looking affectionately at him. And then, blushing a little: "I can get ready very soon."

      The night before, she had gone home and taken out the trousseau which with tears had been put away. She smoothed out the things, unfolded them, and carefully folded them up. Never in her life had she possessed such dainty linen. Mary cried a while with pleasure to think that she could begin again to collect her little store. No one knew what agony it had been to write to the shops at Tunbridge Wells countermanding her orders, and now she looked forward with quiet delight to buying all that remained to get.

      Finally, it was decided that the wedding should take place at the beginning of October. Mrs. Parsons wrote to her brother, who answered that he had expected the event all along, being certain that his conversation with James would eventually bear fruit. He was happy to be able to congratulate himself on the issue of his diplomacy; it was wonderful how easily all difficulties were settled, if one took them from the point of view of a man of the world. Mrs. Jackson likewise flattered herself that the renewed engagement was due to her intervention.

      "I saw he was paying attention to what I said," she told her husband. "I knew all he wanted was a good, straight talking to."

      "I am sorry for poor Dryland," said the Vicar.

      "Yes, I think we ought to do our best to console him. Don't you think he might go away for a month, Archibald?"

      Mr. Dryland came to tea, and the Vicar's wife surrounded him with little attentions. She put an extra lump of sugar in his tea, and cut him even a larger piece of seed-cake than usual.

      "Of course you've heard, Mr. Dryland?" she said, solemnly.

      "Are you referring to Miss Clibborn's engagement to Captain Parsons?" he asked, with a gloomy face. "Bad news travels fast."

      "You have all our sympathies. We did everything we could for you."

      "I can't deny that it's a great blow to me. I confess I thought that time and patience on my part might induce Miss Clibborn to change her mind. But if she's happy, I cannot complain. I must bear my misfortune with resignation."

      "But will she be happy?" asked Mrs. Jackson, with foreboding in her voice.

      "I sincerely hope so. Anyhow, I think it my duty to go to Captain Parsons and offer him my congratulations."

      "Will you do that, Mr. Dryland?" cried Mrs. Jackson. "That is noble of you!"

      "If you'd like to take your holiday now, Dryland," said the Vicar, "I daresay we can manage it."

      "Oh, no, thanks; I'm not the man to desert from the field of battle."

      Mrs. Jackson sighed.

      "Things never come right in this world. That's what I always say; the clergy are continually doing deeds of heroism which the world never hears anything about."

      The curate went to Primpton House and inquired whether he might see Captain Parsons.

      "I'll go and ask if he's well enough," answered the Colonel, with his admirable respect for the cloth.

      "Do you think he wants to talk to me about my soul?" asked James, smiling.

      "I don't know; but I think you'd better see him."

      "Very well."

      Mr. Dryland came forward and shook hands with James in an ecclesiastical and suave manner, trying to be dignified, as behoved a rejected lover in the presence of his rival, and at the same time cordial, as befitted a Christian who could bear no malice.

      "Captain Parsons, you will not be unaware that I asked Miss Clibborn to be my wife?"

      "The fact was fairly generally known in the village," replied James, trying to restrain a smile.

      Mr. Dryland blushed.

      "I was annoyed at the publicity which the circumstance obtained. The worst of these little places is that people will talk."

      "It was a very noble deed," said James gravely, repeating the common opinion.

      "Not at all," answered the curate, with characteristic modesty. "But since it was not to be, since Miss Clibborn's choice has fallen on you, I think it my duty to inform you of my hearty goodwill. I wish, in short, to offer you again my sincerest congratulations."

      "I'm sure that's very kind of you."

       Two days, later Mrs. Jackson called on a similar errand.

      She tripped up to James and frankly held out her hand, neatly encased as ever in a shining black kid glove.

      "Captain Parsons, let us shake hands, and let bygones be bygones. You have taken my advice, and if, in the heat of the moment, we both said things which we regret, after all, we're only human."

      "Surely, Mrs. Jackson, I was moderation itself?—even when you told me I should infallibly go to Hell."

      "You were extremely irritating," said the Vicar's lady, smiling, "but I forgive you. After all, you paid more attention to what I said than I expected you would."

      "It must be very satisfactory for you to think that."

      "You know I have no ill-feeling towards you at all. I gave you a piece of my mind because I thought it was my duty. If you think I stepped over the limits of—moderation, I am willing and ready to apologise."

      "What a funny woman you are!" said James, looking at her with a good-humoured, but rather astonished smile.