Vampires vs. Werewolves – Ultimate Collection. Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ and the result of that thought has been one of the wildest suppositions that ever I thought I should have to entertain. Have you never heard of a vampyre?"

      Henry sighed deeply, and Marchdale was silent.

      "I say a vampyre," added George, with much excitement in his manner. "It is a fearful, a horrible supposition; but our poor, dear Flora has been visited by a vampyre, and I shall go completely mad!"

      He sat down, and covering his face with his hands, he wept bitterly and abundantly.

      "George," said Henry, when he saw that the frantic grief had in some measure abated—"be calm, George, and endeavour to listen to me."

      "I hear, Henry."

      "Well, then, do not suppose that you are the only one in this house to whom so dreadful a superstition has occurred."

      "Not the only one?"

      "No; it has occurred to Mr. Marchdale also."

      "Gracious Heaven!"

      "He mentioned it to me; but we have both agreed to repudiate it with horror."

      "To—repudiate—it?"

      "Yes, George."

      "And yet—and yet—"

      "Hush, hush! I know what you would say. You would tell us that our repudiation of it cannot affect the fact. Of that we are aware; but yet will we disbelieve that which a belief in would be enough to drive us mad."

      "What do you intend to do?"

      "To keep this supposition to ourselves, in the first place; to guard it most zealously from the ears of Flora."

      "Do you think she has ever heard of vampyres?"

      "I never heard her mention that in all her reading she had gathered even a hint of such a fearful superstition. If she has, we must be guided by circumstances, and do the best we can."

      "Pray Heaven she may not!"

      "Amen to that prayer, George," said Henry. "Mr. Marchdale and I intend to keep watch over Flora to-night."

      "May not I join you?"

      "Your health, dear George, will not permit you to engage in such matters. Do you seek your natural repose, and leave it to us to do the best we can in this most fearful and terrible emergency."

      "As you please, brother, and as you please, Mr. Marchdale. I know I am a frail reed, and my belief is that this affair will kill me quite. The truth is, I am horrified—utterly and frightfully horrified. Like my poor, dear sister, I do not believe I shall ever sleep again."

      "Do not fancy that, George," said Marchdale. "You very much add to the uneasiness which must be your poor mother's portion, by allowing this circumstance to so much affect you. You well know her affection for you all, and let me therefore, as a very old friend of hers, entreat you to wear as cheerful an aspect as you can in her presence."

      "For once in my life," said George, sadly, "I will; to my dear mother, endeavour to play the hypocrite."

      "Do so," said Henry. "The motive will sanction any such deceit as that, George, be assured."

      The day wore on, and Poor Flora remained in a very precarious situation. It was not until mid-day that Henry made up his mind he would call in a medical gentleman to her, and then he rode to the neighbouring market-town, where he knew an extremely intelligent practitioner resided. This gentleman Henry resolved upon, under a promise of secrecy, makings confidant of; but, long before he reached him, he found he might well dispense with the promise of secrecy.

      He had never thought, so engaged had he been with other matters, that the servants were cognizant of the whole affair, and that from them he had no expectation of being able to keep the whole story in all its details. Of course such an opportunity for tale-bearing and gossiping was not likely to be lost; and while Henry was thinking over how he had better act in the matter, the news that Flora Bannerworth had been visited in the night by a vampyre—for the servants named the visitation such at once—was spreading all over the county.

      As he rode along, Henry met a gentleman on horseback who belonged to the county, and who, reining in his steed, said to him,

      "Good morning, Mr. Bannerworth."

      "Good morning," responded Henry, and he would have ridden on, but the gentleman added—

      "Excuse me for interrupting you, sir; but what is the strange story that is in everybody's mouth about a vampyre?"

      Henry nearly fell off his horse, he was so much astonished, and, wheeling the animal around, he said—

      "In everybody's mouth!"

      "Yes; I have heard it from at least a dozen persons."

      "You surprise me."

      "It is untrue? Of course I am not so absurd as really to believe about the vampyre; but is there no foundation at all for it? We generally find that at the bottom of these common reports there is a something around which, as a nucleus, the whole has formed."

      "My sister is unwell."

      "Ah, and that's all. It really is too bad, now."

      "We had a visitor last night."

      "A thief, I suppose?"

      "Yes, yes—I believe a thief. I do believe it was a thief, and she was terrified."

      "Of course, and upon such a thing is grafted a story of a vampyre, and the marks of his teeth being in her neck, and all the circumstantial particulars."

      "Yes, yes."

      "Good morning, Mr. Bannerworth."

      Henry bade the gentleman good morning, and much vexed at the publicity which the affair had already obtained, he set spurs to his horse, determined that he would speak to no one else upon so uncomfortable a theme. Several attempts were made to stop him, but he only waved his hand and trotted on, nor did he pause in his speed till he reached the door of Mr. Chillingworth, the medical man whom he intended to consult.

      Henry knew that at such a time he would be at home, which was the case, and he was soon closeted with the man of drugs. Henry begged his patient hearing, which being accorded, he related to him at full length what had happened, not omitting, to the best of his remembrance, any one particular. When he had concluded his narration, the doctor shifted his position several times, and then said—

      "That's all?"

      "Yes—and enough too."

      "More than enough, I should say, my young friend. You astonish me."

      "Can you form any supposition, sir, on the subject?"

      "Not just now. What is your own idea?"

      "I cannot be said to have one about it. It is too absurd to tell you that my brother George is impressed with a belief a vampyre СКАЧАТЬ