第 40 节
作者:旅游巴士      更新:2021-02-20 14:19      字数:9321
  not have done so had not John happened to turn his head and seen him
  running and making signs for the carriage to stop a quarter of a
  mile off。  He was now about five miles from home; and was nearly
  done up。
  He was crimson with his exertion; covered with dust; and with his
  trousers and coat sleeves a trifle short for him he cut a poor
  figure enough as he thrust on Ellen his watch; his knife; and the
  little money he had。  The one thing he implored of her was not to do
  those dreadful things which she threatenedfor his sake if for no
  other reason。
  Ellen at first would not hear of taking anything from him; but the
  coachman; who was from the north country; sided with Ernest。  〃Take
  it; my lass;〃 he said kindly; 〃take what thou canst get whiles thou
  canst get it; as for Master Ernest herehe has run well after thee;
  therefore let him give thee what he is minded。〃
  Ellen did what she was told; and the two parted with many tears; the
  girl's last words being that she should never forget him; and that
  they should meet again hereafter; she was sure they should; and then
  she would repay him。
  Then Ernest got into a field by the roadside; flung himself on the
  grass; and waited under the shadow of a hedge till the carriage
  should pass on its return from the station and pick him up; for he
  was dead beat。  Thoughts which had already occurred to him with some
  force now came more strongly before him; and he saw that he had got
  himself into one messor rather into half…a…dozen messesthe more。
  In the first place he should be late for dinner; and this was one of
  the offences on which Theobald had no mercy。  Also he should have to
  say where he had been; and there was a danger of being found out if
  he did not speak the truth。  Not only this; but sooner or later it
  must come out that he was no longer possessed of the beautiful watch
  which his dear aunt had given himand what; pray; had he done with
  it; or how had he lost it?  The reader will know very well what he
  ought to have done。  He should have gone straight home; and if
  questioned should have said; 〃I have been running after the carriage
  to catch our housemaid Ellen; whom I am very fond of; I have given
  her my watch; my knife and all my pocket money; so that I have now
  no pocket money at all and shall probably ask you for some more
  sooner than I otherwise might have done; and you will also have to
  buy me a new watch and a knife。〃  But then fancy the consternation
  which such an announcement would have occasioned!  Fancy the scowl
  and flashing eyes of the infuriated Theobald!  〃You unprincipled
  young scoundrel;〃 he would exclaim; 〃do you mean to vilify your own
  parents by implying that they have dealt harshly by one whose
  profligacy has disgraced their house?〃
  Or he might take it with one of those sallies of sarcastic calm; of
  which he believed himself to be a master。
  〃Very well; Ernest; very well:  I shall say nothing; you can please
  yourself; you are not yet twenty…one; but pray act as if you were
  your own master; your poor aunt doubtless gave you the watch that
  you might fling it away upon the first improper character you came
  across; I think I can now understand; however; why she did not leave
  you her money; and; after all; your godfather may just as well have
  it as the kind of people on whom you would lavish it if it were
  yours。〃
  Then his mother would burst into tears and implore him to repent and
  seek the things belonging to his peace while there was yet time; by
  falling on his knees to Theobald and assuring him of his unfailing
  love for him as the kindest and tenderest father in the universe。
  Ernest could do all this just as well as they could; and now; as he
  lay on the grass; speeches; some one or other of which was as
  certain to come as the sun to set; kept running in his head till
  they confuted the idea of telling the truth by reducing it to an
  absurdity。  Truth might be heroic; but it was not within the range
  of practical domestic politics。
  Having settled then that he was to tell a lie; what lie should he
  tell?  Should he say he had been robbed?  He had enough imagination
  to know that he had not enough imagination to carry him out here。
  Young as he was; his instinct told him that the best liar is he who
  makes the smallest amount of lying go the longest waywho husbands
  it too carefully to waste it where it can be dispensed with。  The
  simplest course would be to say that he had lost the watch; and was
  late for dinner because he had been looking for it。  He had been out
  for a long walkhe chose the line across the fields that he had
  actually takenand the weather being very hot; he had taken off his
  coat and waistcoat; in carrying them over his arm his watch; his
  money; and his knife had dropped out of them。  He had got nearly
  home when he found out his loss; and had run back as fast as he
  could; looking along the line he had followed; till at last he had
  given it up; seeing the carriage coming back from the station; he
  had let it pick him up and bring him home。
  This covered everything; the running and all; for his face still
  showed that he must have been running hard; the only question was
  whether he had been seen about the Rectory by any but the servants
  for a couple of hours or so before Ellen had gone; and this he was
  happy to believe was not the case; for he had been out except during
  his few minutes' interview with the cook。  His father had been out
  in the parish; his mother had certainly not come across him; and his
  brother and sister had also been out with the governess。  He knew he
  could depend upon the cook and the other servantsthe coachman
  would see to this; on the whole; therefore; both he and the coachman
  thought the story as proposed by Ernest would about meet the
  requirements of the case。
  CHAPTER XL
  When Ernest got home and sneaked in through the back door; he heard
  his father's voice in its angriest tones; inquiring whether Master
  Ernest had already returned。  He felt as Jack must have felt in the
  story of Jack and the Bean Stalk; when from the oven in which he was
  hidden he heard the ogre ask his wife what young children she had
  got for his supper。  With much courage; and; as the event proved;
  with not less courage than discretion; he took the bull by the
  horns; and announced himself at once as having just come in after
  having met with a terrible misfortune。  Little by little he told his
  story; and though Theobald stormed somewhat at his 〃incredible folly
  and carelessness;〃 he got off better than he expected。  Theobald and
  Christina had indeed at first been inclined to connect his absence
  from dinner with Ellen's dismissal; but on finding it clear; as
  Theobald saideverything was always clear with Theobaldthat
  Ernest had not been in the house all the morning; and could
  therefore have known nothing of what had happened; he was acquitted
  on this account for once in a way; without a stain upon his
  character。  Perhaps Theobald was in a good temper; he may have seen
  from the paper that morning that his stocks had been rising; it may
  have been this or twenty other things; but whatever it was; he did
  not scold so much as Ernest had expected; and; seeing the boy look
  exhausted and believing him to be much grieved at the loss of his
  watch; Theobald actually prescribed a glass of wine after his
  dinner; which; strange to say; did not choke him; but made him see
  things more cheerfully than was usual with him。
  That night when he said his prayers; he inserted a few paragraphs to
  the effect that he might not be discovered; and that things might go
  well with Ellen; but he was anxious and ill at ease。  His guilty
  conscience pointed out to him a score of weak places in his story;
  through any one of which detection might even yet easily enter。
  Next day and for many days afterwards he fled when no man was
  pursuing; and trembled each time he heard his father's voice calling
  for him。  He had already so many causes of anxiety that he could
  stand little more; and in spite of all his endeavours to look
  cheerful; even his mother could see that something was preying upon
  his mind。  Then the idea returned to her that; after all; her son
  might not be innocent in the Ellen matterand this was so
  interesting that she felt bound to get as near the truth as she
  could。
  〃Come here; my poor; pale…faced; heavy…eyed boy;〃 she said to him
  one day in her kindest manner; 〃come and sit down by me; and we will
  have a little quiet confidential talk together; will we not?〃
  The boy went mechanically to the sofa。  Whenever his mother wanted
  what she called a confidential talk with him she always selected the
  sofa as the most suitable ground on which to open her campaign。  All
  mothers do this; the sofa is to them what the dining…room is to
  fathers。  In the present case the sofa was particularly well adapted
  for a strategic purpose; being an old…fashioned one with a high
  back; mattress; bolsters and cushions。  Once safely penned into one
  of its deep corners; it was like a dentist's chair; not too easy to
  get out of again。  Here she could get at him better to pull him
  about; if this should seem desirable; or if she thought fit to cry
  she could bury her head in