第 13 节
作者:你妹找1      更新:2022-06-15 12:53      字数:9322
  position had turned out to be exactly opposite the open side
  of the bower; and now for the first time he beheld the
  interior。  On the seat was the woman who had stood beneath his
  eyes in the chapel; the 'Paula' of Miss De Stancy's
  enthusiastic eulogies。  She wore a summer hat; beneath which
  her fair curly hair formed a thicket round her forehead。  It
  would be impossible to describe her as she then appeared。  Not
  sensuous enough for an Aphrodite; and too subdued for a Hebe;
  she would yet; with the adjunct of doves or nectar; have stood
  sufficiently well for either of those personages; if presented
  in a pink morning light; and with mythological scarcity of
  attire。
  Half in surprise she glanced up at him; and lowering her eyes
  again; as if no surprise were ever let influence her actions
  for more than a moment; she sat on as before; looking past
  Somerset's position at the view down the river; visible for a
  long distance before her till it was lost under the bending
  trees。
  Somerset turned over the leaves of the minister's Bible; and
  began:
  'In the First Epistle to the Corinthians; the seventh chapter
  and the fourteenth verse'。
  Here the young lady raised her eyes in spite of her reserve;
  but it being; apparently; too much labour to keep them raised;
  allowed her glance to subside upon her jet necklace; extending
  it with the thumb of her left hand。
  'Sir!' said the Baptist excitedly; 'I know that passage well
  it is the last refuge of the PaedobaptistsI foresee your
  argument。  I have met it dozens of times; and it is not worth
  that snap of the fingers!  It is worth no more than the
  argument from circumcision; or the Suffer…little…children
  argument。'
  'Then turn to the sixteenth chapter of the Acts; and the
  thirty…third'
  'That; too;' cried the minister; 'is answered by what I said
  before!  I perceive; sir; that you adopt the method of a
  special pleader; and not that of an honest inquirer。  Is it;
  or is it not; an answer to my proofs from the eighth chapter
  of the Acts; the thirty…sixth and thirty…seventh verses; the
  sixteenth of Mark; sixteenth verse; second of Acts; forty…
  first verse; the tenth and the forty…seventh verse; or the
  eighteenth and eighth verse?'
  'Very well; then。  Let me prove the point by other reasoning
  by the argument from Apostolic tradition。'  He threw the
  minister's book upon the grass; and proceeded with his
  contention; which comprised a fairly good exposition of the
  earliest practice of the Church and inferences therefrom。
  (When he reached this point an interest in his off…hand
  arguments was revealed by the mobile bosom of Miss Paula
  Power; though she still occupied herself by drawing out the
  necklace。  Testimony from Justin Martyr followed; with
  inferences from Irenaeus in the expression; 'Omnes enim venit
  per semetipsum salvare; omnes inquam; qui per eum renascuntur
  in Deum; INFANTES et parvulos et pueros et juvenes。'  (At the
  sound of so much seriousness Paula turned her eyes upon the
  speaker with attention。)  He next adduced proof of the
  signification of 'renascor' in the writings of the Fathers; as
  reasoned by Wall; arguments from Tertullian's advice to defer
  the rite; citations from Cyprian; Nazianzen; Chrysostom; and
  Jerome; and briefly summed up the whole matter。
  Somerset looked round for the minister as he concluded。  But
  the old man; after standing face to face with the speaker; had
  turned his back upon him; and during the latter portions of
  the attack had moved slowly away。  He now looked back; his
  countenance was full of commiserating reproach as he lifted
  his hand; twice shook his head; and said; 'In the Epistle to
  the Philippians; first chapter and sixteenth verse; it is
  written that there are some who preach in contention and not
  sincerely。  And in the Second Epistle to Timothy; fourth
  chapter and fourth verse; attention is drawn to those whose
  ears refuse the truth; and are turned unto fables。  I wish you
  good afternoon; sir; and that priceless gift; SINCERITY。'
  The minister vanished behind the trees; Somerset and Miss
  Power being left confronting each other alone。
  Somerset stepped aside from the stone; hat in hand; at the
  same moment in which Miss Power rose from her seat。  She
  hesitated for an instant; and said; with a pretty girlish
  stiffness; sweeping back the skirt of her dress to free her
  toes in turning:  'Although you are personally unknown to me;
  I cannot leave you without expressing my deep sense of your
  profound scholarship; and my admiration for the thoroughness
  of your studies in divinity。'
  'Your opinion gives me great pleasure;' said Somerset; bowing;
  and fairly blushing。  'But; believe me; I am no scholar; and
  no theologian。  My knowledge of the subject arises simply from
  the accident that some few years ago I looked into the
  question for a special reason。  In the study of my profession
  I was interested in the designing of fonts and baptisteries;
  and by a natural process I was led to investigate the history
  of baptism; and some of the arguments I then learnt up still
  remain with me。  That's the simple explanation of my
  erudition。'
  'If your sermons at the church only match your address to…day;
  I shall not wonder at hearing that the parishioners are at
  last willing to attend。'
  It flashed upon Somerset's mind that she supposed him to be
  the new curate; of whose arrival he had casually heard; during
  his sojourn at the inn。  Before he could bring himself to
  correct an error to which; perhaps; more than to anything
  else; was owing the friendliness of her manner; she went on;
  as if to escape the embarrassment of silence:
  'I need hardly say that I at least do not doubt the sincerity
  of your arguments。'
  'Nevertheless; I was not altogether sincere;' he answered。
  She was silent。
  'Then why should you have delivered such a defence of me?' she
  asked with simple curiosity。
  Somerset involuntarily looked in her face for his answer。
  Paula again teased the necklace。  'Would you have spoken so
  eloquently on the other side if Iif occasion had served?'
  she inquired shyly。
  'Perhaps I would。'
  Another pause; till she said; 'I; too; was insincere。'
  'You?'
  'I was。'
  'In what way?;
  'In letting him; and you; think I had been at all influenced
  by authority; scriptural or patristic。'
  'May I ask; why; then; did you decline the ceremony the other
  evening?'
  'Ah; you; too; have heard of it!' she said quickly。
  'No。'
  'What then?'
  'I saw it。'
  She blushed and looked down the river。  'I cannot give my
  reasons;' she said。
  'Of course not;' said Somerset。
  'I would give a great deal to possess real logical dogmatism。'
  'So would I。'
  There was a moment of embarrassment:  she wanted to get away;
  but did not precisely know how。  He would have withdrawn had
  she not said; as if rather oppressed by her conscience; and
  evidently still thinking him the curate:  'I cannot but feel
  that Mr。 Woodwell's heart has been unnecessarily wounded。'
  'The minister's?'
  'Yes。  He is single…mindedness itself。  He gives away nearly
  all he has to the poor。  He works among the sick; carrying
  them necessaries with his own hands。  He teaches the ignorant
  men and lads of the village when he ought to be resting at
  home; till he is absolutely prostrate from exhaustion; and
  then he sits up at night writing encouraging letters to those
  poor people who formerly belonged to his congregation in the
  village; and have now gone away。  He always offends ladies;
  because he can't help speaking the truth as he believes it;
  but he hasn't offended me!'
  Her feelings had risen towards the end; so that she finished
  quite warmly; and turned aside。
  'I was not in the least aware that he was such a man;'
  murmured Somerset; looking wistfully after the minister。 。 。 。
  'Whatever you may have done; I fear that I have grievously
  wounded a worthy man's heart from an idle wish to engage in a
  useless; unbecoming; dull; last…century argument。'
  'Not dull;' she murmured; 'for it interested me。'
  Somerset accepted her correction willingly。  'It was ill…
  considered of me; however;' he said; 'and in his distress he
  has forgotten his Bible。'  He went and picked up the worn
  volume from where it lay on the grass。
  'You can easily win him to forgive you; by just following; and
  returning the book to him;' she observed。
  'I will;' said the young man impulsively。  And; bowing to her;
  he hastened along the river brink after the minister。  He at
  length saw his friend before him; leaning over the gate which
  led from the private path into a lane; his cheek resting on
  the palm of his hand with every outward sign of abstraction。
  He was not conscious of Somerset's presence till the latter
  touched him on the shoulder。
  Never was a reconciliation effected more readily。  When
  Somerset said that; fearing his motives might be misconstrued;
  he had followed to assure the minister of his goodwill and
  esteem; Mr。 Woodwell held out his hand; and proved his
  friendliness in return by preparing to have the controversy on
  their religious differences over again from the beginning;
  with exhaustive detail。  Somerset evaded this with alacrity;
  and once having won his companion to other