death of the lion-第8章
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Dora Forbes evidently felt the dilemma; he gave an irritated crook
to his moustache。 〃SHALL I go in?〃 he presently asked。
We looked at each other hard a moment; then I expressed something
bitter that was in me; expressed it in an infernal 〃Do!〃 After
this I got out into the air; but not so fast as not to hear; when
the door of the drawing…room opened; the disconcerted drop of Miss
Collop's public manner: she must have been in the midst of the
larger latitude。 Producing with extreme rapidity; Guy Walsingham
has just published a work in which amiable people who are not
initiated have been pained to see the genius of a sister…novelist
held up to unmistakeable ridicule; so fresh an exhibition does it
seem to them of the dreadful way men have always treated women。
Dora Forbes; it's true; at the present hour; is immensely pushed by
Mrs。 Wimbush and has sat for his portrait to the young artists she
protects; sat for it not only in oils but in monumental alabaster。
What happened at Prestidge later in the day is of course
contemporary history。 If the interruption I had whimsically
sanctioned was almost a scandal; what is to be said of that general
scatter of the company which; under the Doctor's rule; began to
take place in the evening? His rule was soothing to behold; small
comfort as I was to have at the end。 He decreed in the interest of
his patient an absolutely soundless house and a consequent break…up
of the party。 Little country practitioner as he was; he literally
packed off the Princess。 She departed as promptly as if a
revolution had broken out; and Guy Walsingham emigrated with her。
I was kindly permitted to remain; and this was not denied even to
Mrs。 Wimbush。 The privilege was withheld indeed from Dora Forbes;
so Mrs。 Wimbush kept her latest capture temporarily concealed。
This was so little; however; her usual way of dealing with her
eminent friends that a couple of days of it exhausted her patience;
and she went up to town with him in great publicity。 The sudden
turn for the worse her afflicted guest had; after a brief
improvement; taken on the third night raised an obstacle to her
seeing him before her retreat; a fortunate circumstance doubtless;
for she was fundamentally disappointed in him。 This was not the
kind of performance for which she had invited him to Prestidge; let
alone invited the Princess。 I must add that none of the generous
acts marking her patronage of intellectual and other merit have
done so much for her reputation as her lending Neil Paraday the
most beautiful of her numerous homes to die in。 He took advantage
to the utmost of the singular favour。 Day by day I saw him sink;
and I roamed alone about the empty terraces and gardens。 His wife
never came near him; but I scarcely noticed it: as I paced there
with rage in my heart I was too full of another wrong。 In the
event of his death it would fall to me perhaps to bring out in some
charming form; with notes; with the tenderest editorial care; that
precious heritage of his written project。 But where was that
precious heritage and were both the author and the book to have
been snatched from us? Lady Augusta wrote me that she had done all
she could and that poor Lord Dorimont; who had really been worried
to death; was extremely sorry。 I couldn't have the matter out with
Mrs。 Wimbush; for I didn't want to be taunted by her with desiring
to aggrandise myself by a public connexion with Mr。 Paraday's
sweepings。 She had signified her willingness to meet the expense
of all advertising; as indeed she was always ready to do。 The last
night of the horrible series; the night before he died; I put my
ear closer to his pillow。
〃That thing I read you that morning; you know。〃
〃In your garden that dreadful day? Yes!〃
〃Won't it do as it is?〃
〃It would have been a glorious book。〃
〃It IS a glorious book;〃 Neil Paraday murmured。 〃Print it as it
stands … beautifully。〃
〃Beautifully!〃 I passionately promised。
It may be imagined whether; now that he's gone; the promise seems
to me less sacred。 I'm convinced that if such pages had appeared
in his lifetime the Abbey would hold him to…day。 I've kept the
advertising in my own hands; but the manuscript has not been
recovered。 It's impossible; and at any rate intolerable; to
suppose it can have been wantonly destroyed。 Perhaps some hazard
of a blind hand; some brutal fatal ignorance has lighted kitchen…
fires with it。 Every stupid and hideous accident haunts my
meditations。 My undiscourageable search for the lost treasure
would make a long chapter。 Fortunately I've a devoted associate in
the person of a young lady who has every day a fresh indignation
and a fresh idea; and who maintains with intensity that the prize
will still turn up。 Sometimes I believe her; but I've quite ceased
to believe myself。 The only thing for us at all events is to go on
seeking and hoping together; and we should be closely united by
this firm tie even were we not at present by another。
End