第 17 节
作者:指环王      更新:2021-02-19 21:13      字数:9322
  each other; and it had survived both。  For it was this belief in
  its own perpetuity that was its strength and weakness。  And that
  belief was never stronger than on this bright August morning; when
  it was on the verge of dissolution。  A telegram brought to Sir
  Robert Mainwaring had even then as completely shattered and
  disintegrated Oldenhurst; in all it was and all it meant; as if
  the brown…paper envelope had been itself charged with the electric
  fluid。
  Sir Robert Mainwaring; whose family had for three centuries
  possessed Oldenhurst; had received the news of his financial ruin;
  and the vast pile which had survived the repeated invasion of
  superstition; force; intrigue; and even progress; had succumbed to
  a foe its founders and proprietors had loftily ignored and left to
  Jews and traders。  The acquisition of money; except by despoilment;
  gift; royal favor; or inheritance; had been unknown at Oldenhurst。
  The present degenerate custodian of its fortunes; staggering under
  the weight of its sentimental mortmain already alluded to; had
  speculated in order to keep up its material strength; that was
  gradually shrinking through impoverished land and the ruined trade
  it had despised。  He had invested largely in California mines; and
  was the chief shareholder in a San Francisco Bank。  But the mines
  had proved worthless; the Bank had that morning suspended payment;
  owing to the failure of a large land and timber company on the
  Sierras which it had imprudently 〃carried。〃  The spark which had
  demolished Oldenhurst had been fired from the new telegraph…station
  in the hotel above the great Sierran canyon。
  There was a large house…party at Oldenhurst that morning。  But it
  had been a part of the history of the Mainwarings to accept defeat
  gallantly and as became their blood。  Sir Percival;the second
  gentleman on the left as you entered the library;unhorsed; dying
  on a distant moor; with a handful of followers; abandoned by a
  charming Prince and a miserable cause; was scarcely a greater hero
  than this ruined but undaunted gentleman of eighty; entering the
  breakfast…room a few hours later as jauntily as his gout would
  permit; and conscientiously dispensing the hospitalities of his
  crumbling house。  When he had arranged a few pleasure parties for
  the day and himself thoughtfully anticipated the different tastes
  of his guests; he turned to Lady Mainwaring。
  〃Don't forget that somebody ought to go to the station to meet the
  Bradleys。  Frank writes from St。 Moritz that they are due here
  to…day。〃
  Lady Mainwaring glanced quickly at her husband; and said sotto
  voce; 〃Do you think they'll care to come NOW?  They probably have
  heard all about it。〃
  〃Not how it affects me;〃 returned Sir Robert; in the same tone;
  〃and as they might think that because Frank was with them on that
  California mountain we would believe it had something to do with
  Richardson involving the Bank in that wretched company; we must
  really INSIST upon their coming。〃
  〃Bradley!〃 echoed the Hon。 Captain FitzHarry; overhearing the name
  during a late forage on the sideboard; 〃Bradley!there was an
  awfully pretty American at Biarritz; travelling with a cousin; I
  thinka Miss Mason or Macy。  Those sort of people; you know; who
  have a companion as pretty as themselves; bring you down with the
  other barrel if one misseseh?  Very clever; both of them; and
  hardly any accent。〃
  〃Mr。 Bradley was a very dear friend of Frank's; and most kind to
  him;〃 said Lady Mainwaring; gravely。
  〃Didn't know there WAS a Mr。 Bradley; really。  He didn't come to
  the fore; then;〃 said the unabashed Captain。  〃Deuced hard to
  follow up those American husbands!〃
  〃And their wives wouldn't thank you; if you did;〃 said Lady
  Griselda Armiger; with a sweet smile。
  〃If it is the Mrs。 Bradley I mean;〃 said Lady Canterbridge from the
  lower end of the table; looking up from her letter; 〃who looks a
  little like Mrs。 Summertree; and has a pretty cousin with her who
  has very good frocks; I'm afraid you won't be able to get her down
  here。  She's booked with engagements for the next six weeks。  She
  and her cousin made all the running at Grigsby Royal; and she has
  quite deposed that other American beauty in Northforeland's good
  graces。  She regularly affiche'd him; and it is piteous to see him
  follow her about。  No; my dear; I don't believe they'll come to any
  one of less rank than a Marquis。  If they did; I'm sure Canterbridge
  would have had them at Buckenthorpe already。〃
  〃I wonder if there was ever anything in Frank's admiration of this
  Miss Macy?〃 said Lady Mainwaring a few moments later; lingering
  beside her husband in his study。
  〃I really don't know;〃 said Sir Robert; abstractedly: 〃his letters
  were filled with her praises; and Richardson thought〃
  〃Pray don't mention that man's name again;〃 said Lady Mainwaring;
  with the first indication of feeling she had shown。  〃I shouldn't
  trust him。〃
  〃But why do you ask?〃 returned her husband。
  Lady Mainwaring was silent for a moment。  〃She is very rich; I
  believe;〃 she said slowly。  〃At least; Frank writes that some
  neighbors of theirs whom he met in the Engadine told him they had
  sold the site of that absurd cottage where he was ill for some
  extravagant sum。〃
  〃My dear Geraldine;〃 said the old man; affectionately; taking his
  wife's hand in his own; that now for the first time trembled; 〃if
  you have any hope based upon what you are thinking of now; let it
  be the last and least。  You forget that Paget told us that with the
  best care he could scarcely ensure Frank's return to perfect
  health。  Even if God in his mercy spared him long enough to take my
  place; what girl would be willing to tie herself to a man doomed to
  sickness and poverty?  Hardly the one you speak of; my dear。〃
  Lady Canterbridge proved a true prophet。  Mrs。 Bradley and Miss
  Macy did not come; regretfully alleging a previous engagement made
  on the continent with the Duke of Northforeland and the Marquis of
  Dungeness; but the unexpected and apocryphal husband DID arrive。
  〃I myself have not seen my wife and cousin since I returned from my
  visit to your son in Switzerland。  I am glad they were able to
  amuse themselves without waiting for me at a London hotel; though I
  should have preferred to have met them here。〃  Sir Robert and Lady
  Mainwaring were courteous but slightly embarrassed。  Lady
  Canterbridge; who had come to the station in bored curiosity;
  raised her clear blue eyes to his。  He did not look like a fool; a
  complaisant or fashionably…cynical husbandthis well…dressed;
  well…mannered; but quietly and sympathetically observant man。  Did
  he really care for his selfish wife? was it perfect trust or some
  absurd Transatlantic custom?  She did not understand him。  It
  wearied her and she turned her eyes indifferently away。  Bradley; a
  little irritated; he knew not why; at the scrutiny of this tall;
  handsome; gentlemanly…looking woman; who; however; in spite of her
  broad shoulders and narrow hips possessed a refined muliebrity
  superior to mere womanliness of outline; turned slightly towards
  Sir Robert。  〃Lady Canterbridge; Frank's cousin;〃 explained Sir
  Robert; hesitatingly; as if conscious of some vague awkwardness。
  Bradley and Lady Canterbridge both bowed;possibly the latter's
  salutation was the most masculine;and Bradley; eventually
  forgetting her presence; plunged into an earnest; sympathetic; and
  intelligent account of the condition in which he found the invalid
  at St。 Moritz。  The old man at first listened with an almost
  perfunctory courtesy and a hesitating reserve; but as Bradley was
  lapsing into equal reserve and they drove up to the gates of the
  quadrangle; he unexpectedly warmed with a word or two of serious
  welcome。  Looking up with a half…unconscious smile; Bradley met
  Lady Canterbridge's examining eyes。
  The next morning; finding an opportunity to be alone with him;
  Bradley; with a tactful mingling of sympathy and directness informed
  his host that he was cognizant of the disaster that had overtaken
  the Bank; and delicately begged him to accept any service he could
  render him。  〃Pardon me;〃 he said; 〃if I speak as plainly to you as
  I would to your son: my friendship for him justifies an equal
  frankness to any one he loves; but I should not intrude upon your
  confidence if I did not believe that my knowledge and assistance
  might be of benefit to you。  Although I did not sell my lands to
  Richardson or approve of his methods;〃 he continued; 〃I fear it was
  some suggestion of mine that eventually induced him to form the
  larger and more disastrous scheme that ruined the Bank。  So you see;〃
  he added lightly; 〃I claim a right to offer you my services。〃
  Touched by Bradley's sincerity and discreet intelligence; Sir Robert
  was equally frank。  During the recital of his Californian
  investmentsa chronicle of almost fatuous speculation and imbecile
  enterpriseBr