The Arrow of Gold. Джозеф Конрад

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СКАЧАТЬ she said. “It is they who were frightened. I suppose you heard a lot of Headquarters gossip?”

      “Oh, yes,” Mills said meaningly. “The fair and the dark are succeeding each other like leaves blown in the wind dancing in and out. I suppose you have noticed that leaves blown in the wind have a look of happiness.”

      “Yes,” she said, “that sort of leaf is dead. Then why shouldn’t it look happy? And so I suppose there is no uneasiness, no occasion for fears amongst the ‘responsibles.’ ”

      “Upon the whole not. Now and then a leaf seems as if it would stick. There is for instance Madame …”

      “Oh, I don’t want to know, I understand it all, I am as old as the world.”

      “Yes,” said Mills thoughtfully, “you are not a leaf, you might have been a tornado yourself.”

      “Upon my word,” she said, “there was a time that they thought I could carry him off, away from them all—beyond them all. Verily, I am not very proud of their fears. There was nothing reckless there worthy of a great passion. There was nothing sad there worthy of a great tenderness.”

      “And is this the word of the Venetian riddle?” asked Mills, fixing her with his keen eyes.

      “If it pleases you to think so, Señor,” she said indifferently. The movement of her eyes, their veiled gleam became mischievous when she asked, “And Don Juan Blunt, have you seen him over there?”

      “I fancy he avoided me. Moreover, he is always with his regiment at the outposts. He is a most valorous captain. I heard some people describe him as foolhardy.”

      “Oh, he needn’t seek death,” she said in an indefinable tone. “I mean as a refuge. There will be nothing in his life great enough for that.”

      “You are angry. You miss him, I believe, Doña Rita.”

      “Angry? No! Weary. But of course it’s very inconvenient. I can’t very well ride out alone. A solitary amazon swallowing the dust and the salt spray of the Corniche promenade would attract too much attention. And then I don’t mind you two knowing that I am afraid of going out alone.”

      “Afraid?” we both exclaimed together.

      “You men are extraordinary. Why do you want me to be courageous? Why shouldn’t I be afraid? Is it because there is no one in the world to care what would happen to me?”

      There was a deep-down vibration in her tone for the first time. We had not a word to say. And she added after a long silence:

      “There is a very good reason. There is a danger.”

      With wonderful insight Mills affirmed at once:

      “Something ugly.”

      She nodded slightly several times. Then Mills said with conviction:

      “Ah! Then it can’t be anything in yourself. And if so …”

      I was moved to extravagant advice.

      “You should come out with me to sea then. There may be some danger there but there’s nothing ugly to fear.”

      She gave me a startled glance quite unusual with her, more than wonderful to me; and suddenly as though she had seen me for the first time she exclaimed in a tone of compunction:

      “Oh! And there is this one, too! Why! Oh, why should he run his head into danger for those things that will all crumble into dust before long?”

      I said: “You won’t crumble into dust.” And Mills chimed in:

      “That young enthusiast will always have his sea.”

      We were all standing up now. She kept her eyes on me, and repeated with a sort of whimsical enviousness:

      “The sea! The violet sea—and he is longing to rejoin it! … At night! Under the stars! … A lovers’ meeting,” she went on, thrilling me from head to foot with those two words, accompanied by a wistful smile pointed by a suspicion of mockery. She turned away.

      “And you, Monsieur Mills?” she asked.

      “I am going back to my books,” he declared with a very serious face. “My adventure is over.”

      “Each one to his love,” she bantered us gently. “Didn’t I love books, too, at one time! They seemed to contain all wisdom and hold a magic power, too. Tell me, Monsieur Mills, have you found amongst them in some black-letter volume the power of foretelling a poor mortal’s destiny, the power to look into the future? Anybody’s future …” Mills shook his head … “What, not even mine?” she coaxed as if she really believed in a magic power to be found in books.

      Mills shook his head again. “No, I have not the power,” he said. “I am no more a great magician, than you are a poor mortal. You have your ancient spells. You are as old as the world. Of us two it’s you that are more fit to foretell the future of the poor mortals on whom you happen to cast your eyes.”

      At these words she cast her eyes down and in the moment of deep silence I watched the slight rising and falling of her breast. Then Mills pronounced distinctly: “Good-bye, old Enchantress.”

      They shook hands cordially. “Good-bye, poor Magician,” she said.

      Mills made as if to speak but seemed to think better of it. Doña Rita returned my distant bow with a slight, charmingly ceremonious inclination of her body.

      “Bon voyage and a happy return,” she said formally.

      I was following Mills through the door when I heard her voice behind us raised in recall:

      “Oh, a moment … I forgot …”

      I turned round. The call was for me, and I walked slowly back wondering what she could have forgotten. She waited in the middle of the room with lowered head, with a mute gleam in her deep blue eyes. When I was near enough she extended to me without a word her bare white arm and suddenly pressed the back of her hand against my lips. I was too startled to seize it with rapture. It detached itself from my lips and fell slowly by her side. We had made it up and there was nothing to say. She turned away to the window and I hurried out of the room.

PART THREE

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CHAPTER I

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      It was on our return from that first trip that I took Dominic up to the Villa to be presented to Doña Rita. If she wanted to look on the embodiment of fidelity, resource, and courage, she could behold it all in that man. Apparently she was not disappointed. Neither was Dominic disappointed. During the half-hour’s interview they got into touch with each other in a wonderful way as if they had some common and secret standpoint in life. Maybe СКАЧАТЬ