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第3章

A fair vestal,throned in the west

Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface.Their nature more precisely,and as modified by the creeping hours of time,was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history.

Personally,she was the combination of very interesting particulars,whose rarity,however,lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined.As a matter of fact,you did not see the form and substance of her features when conversing with her;and this charming power of preventing a material study of her lineaments by an interlocutor,originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed),but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves.She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her,and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen.

One point in her,however,you did notice:that was her eyes.In them was seen a sublimation of all of her;it was not necessary to look further:there she lived.

These eyes were blue;blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning.A misty and shady blue,that had no beginning or surface,and was looked INTO rather than AT.

As to her presence,it was not powerful;it was weak.Some women can make their personality pervade the atmosphere of a whole banqueting hall;Elfrides was no more pervasive than that of a kitten.

Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia,without its rapture:the warmth and spirit of the type of womans feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens,without their insistent fleshiness.The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes,but seldom under ordinary conditions.

The point in Elfride Swancourts life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in,was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing,in the character of hostess,face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover,looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal.

On this particular day her father,the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wes***,and a widower,was suffering from an attack of gout.After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless,and several times left the room,ascended the staircase,and knocked at her fathers chamber-door.

Come in!was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside.

Papa,she said on one occasion to the fine,red-faced,handsome man of forty,who,puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle,lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown,and every now and then enunciating,in spite of himself,about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths;papa,will you not come downstairs this evening?She spoke distinctly:he was rather deaf.

Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not,Elfride.

Piph-ph-ph!I cant bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine,much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph!There tis again!No,I shant get up till to-morrow.

Then I hope this London man wont come;for I dont know what I should do,papa.

Well,it would be awkward,certainly.

I should hardly think he would come to-day.

Why?

Because the wind blows so.

Wind!What ideas you have,Elfride!Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business?The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!.If he should come,you must send him up to me,I suppose,and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way.Dear me,what a nuisance all this is!

Must he have dinner?

Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey.

Tea,then?

Not substantial enough.

High tea,then?There is cold fowl,rabbit-pie,some pasties,and things of that kind.

Yes,high tea.

Must I pour out his tea,papa?

Of course;you are the mistress of the house.

What!sit there all the time with a stranger,just as if I knew him,and not anybody to introduce us?

Nonsense,child,about introducing;you know better than that.A

practical professional man,tired and hungry,who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning,will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night.He wants food and shelter,and you must see that he has it,simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot.There is nothing so dreadful in that,I hope?You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels.

Oh no;there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this.But,you see,you are always there when people come to dinner,even if we know them;and this is some strange London man of the world,who will think it odd,perhaps.

Very well;let him.

Is he Mr.Hewbys partner?

I should scarcely think so:he may be.

How old is he,I wonder?

That I cannot tell.You will find the copy of my letter to Mr.

Hewby,and his answer,upon the table in the study.You may read them,and then youll know as much as I do about our visitor.

I have read them.

Well,whats the use of asking questions,then?They contain all I know.Ugh-h-h!.Od plague you,you young scamp!dont put anything there!I cant bear the weight of a fly.

Oh,I am sorry,papa.I forgot;I thought you might be cold,she said,hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer;and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face,she withdrew from the room,and retired again downstairs.

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