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上访不如上网 更新:2021-02-21 15:18 字数:9322
THE CONE
The night was hot and overcast; the sky red; rimmed with the
lingering sunset of mid…summer。 They sat at the open window;
trying to fancy the air was fresher there。 The trees and shrubs of
the garden stood stiff and dark; beyond in the roadway a gas…
lamp burnt; bright orange against the hazy blue of the evening。
Farther were the three lights of the railway signal against the
lowering sky。 The man and woman spoke to one another in low tones。
〃He does not suspect?〃 said the man; a little nervously。
〃Not he;〃 she said peevishly; as though that too irritated
her。 〃He thinks of nothing but the works and the prices of fuel。
He has no imagination; no poetry。〃
〃None of these men of iron have;〃 he said sententiously。
〃They have no hearts。〃
〃HE has not;〃 she said。 She turned her discontented
face towards the window。 The distant sound of a roaring and
rushing drew nearer and grew in volume; the house quivered; one
heard the metallic rattle of the tender。 As the train passed;
there was a glare of light above the cutting and a driving tumult
of smoke; one; two; three; four; five; six; seven; eight black
oblongseight truckspassed across the dim grey of the
embankment; and were suddenly extinguished one by one in the throat
of the tunnel; which; with the last; seemed to swallow down train;
smoke; and sound in one abrupt gulp。
〃This country was all fresh and beautiful once;〃 he said; 〃and
nowit is Gehenna。 Down that waynothing but pot…banks and
chimneys belching fire and dust into the face of heaven 。 。 。 。 。
But what does it matter? An end comes; an end to all this cruelty
。 。 。 。 。 TO…MORROW。〃 He spoke the last word in a whisper。
〃TO…MORROW;〃 she said; speaking in a whisper too; and
still staring out of the window。
〃Dear!〃 he said; putting his hand on hers。
She turned with a start; and their eyes searched one
another's。 Hers softened to his gaze。 〃My dear one!〃 she said;
and then: 〃It seems so strange that you should have come into my
life like thisto open〃 She paused。
〃To open?〃 he said。
〃All this wonderful world〃 she hesitated; and spoke still
more softly〃this world of LOVE to me。〃
Then suddenly the door clicked and closed。 They turned their
heads; and he started violently back。 In the shadow of the room
stood a great shadowy figuresilent。 They saw the face dimly in
the half…light; with unexpressive dark patches under the penthouse
brows。 Every muscle in Raut's body suddenly became tense。 When
could the door have opened? What had he heard? Had he heard all?
What had he seen? A tumult of questions。
The new…comer's voice came at last; after a pause that seemed
interminable。 〃Well?〃 he said。
〃I was afraid I had missed you; Horrocks;〃 said the man at the
window; gripping the window…ledge with his hand。 His voice was
unsteady。
The clumsy figure of Horrocks came forward out of the shadow。
He made no answer to Raut's remark。 For a moment he stood above
them。
The woman's heart was cold within her。 〃I told Mr。 Raut it
was just possible you might come back;〃 she said; in a voice that
never quivered。
Horrocks; still silent; sat down abruptly in the chair by her
little work…table。 His big hands were clenched; one saw now the
fire of his eyes under the shadow of his brows。 He was trying to
get his breath。 His eyes went from the woman he had trusted to the
friend he had trusted; and then back to the woman。
By this time and for the moment all three half understood one
another。 Yet none dared say a word to ease the pent…up things that
choked them。
It was the husband's voice that broke the silence at last。
〃You wanted to see me?〃 he said to Raut。
Raut started as he spoke。 〃I came to see you;〃 he said;
resolved to lie to the last。
〃Yes;〃 said Horrocks。
〃You promised;〃 said Raut; 〃to show me some fine effects of
moonlight and smoke。〃
〃I promised to show you some fine effects of moonlight and
smoke;〃 repeated Horrocks in a colourless voice。
〃And I thought I might catch you to…night before you went down
to the works;〃 proceeded Raut; 〃and come with you。〃
There was another pause。 Did the man mean to take the thing
coolly? Did he after all know? How long had he been in the room?
Yet even at the moment when they heard the door; their attitudes 。
。 。 。 Horrocks glanced at the profile of the woman; shadowy pallid
in the half…light。 Then he glanced at Raut; and seemed to recover
himself suddenly。 〃Of course;〃 he said; 〃I promised to show you
the works under their proper dramatic conditions。 It's odd how I
could have forgotten。〃
〃If I am troubling you〃 began Raut。
Horrocks started again。 A new light had suddenly come into
the sultry gloom of his eyes。 〃Not in the least;〃 he said。
〃Have you been telling Mr。 Raut of all these contrasts of
flame and shadow you think so splendid?〃 said the woman; turning
now to her husband for the first time; her confidence creeping back
again; her voice just one half…note too high。 〃That dreadful
theory of yours that machinery is beautiful; and everything else in
the world ugly。 I thought he would not spare you; Mr。 Raut。 It's
his great theory; his one discovery in art。〃
〃I am slow to make discoveries;〃 said Horrocks grimly; damping
her suddenly。 〃But what I discover 。 。 。 。 。〃 He stopped。
〃Well?〃 she said。
〃Nothing;〃 and suddenly he rose to his feet。
〃I promised to show you the works;〃 he said to Raut; and put
his big; clumsy hand on his friend's shoulder。 〃And you are ready
to go?〃
〃Quite;〃 said Raut; and stood up also。
There was another pause。 Each of them peered through the
indistinctness of the dusk at the other two。 Horrocks' hand still
rested on Raut's shoulder。 Raut half fancied still that the
incident was trivial after all。 But Mrs。 Horrocks knew her husband
better; knew that grim quiet in his voice; and the confusion in her
mind took a vague shape of physical evil。 〃Very well〃; said
Horrocks; and; dropping his hand; turned towards the door。
〃My hat?〃 Raut looked round in the half…light。
〃That's my work…basket;〃 said Mrs。 Horrocks; with a gust of
hysterical laughter。 Their hands came together on the back of the
chair。 〃Here it is!〃 he said。 She had an impulse to warn him in
an undertone; but she could not frame a word。 〃Don't go!〃 and
〃Beware of him!〃 struggled in her mind; and the swift moment
passed。
〃Got it?〃 said Horrocks; standing with the door half open。
Raut stepped towards him。 〃Better say good…bye to Mrs。
Horrocks;〃 said the ironmaster; even more grimly quiet in his tone
than before。
Raut started and turned。 〃Good…evening; Mrs。 Horrocks;〃 he
said; and their hands touched。
Horrocks held the door open with a ceremonial politeness
unusual in him towards men。 Raut went out; and then; after a
wordless look at her; her husband followed。 She stood motionless
while Raut's light footfall and her husband's heavy tread; like
bass and treble; passed down the passage together。 The front door
slammed heavily。 She went to the window; moving slowly; and stood
watchingleaning forward。 The two men appeared for a moment at
the gateway in the road; passed under the street lamp; and were
hidden by the black masses of the shrubbery。 The lamp…light fell
for a moment on their faces; showing only unmeaning pale patches;
telling nothing of what she still feared; and doubted; and craved
vainly to know。 Then she sank down into a crouching attitude in
the big arm…chair; her eyes wide open and staring out at the red
lights from the furnaces that flickered in the sky。 An hour after
she was still there; her attitude scarcely changed。
The oppressive stillness of the evening weighed heavily upon
Raut。 They went side by side down the road in silence; and in
silence turned into the cinder…made by…way that presently opened
out the prospect of the valley。
A blue haze; half dust; half mist; touched the long valley
with mystery。 Beyond were Hanley and Etruria; grey and dark
masses; outlined thinly by the rare golden dots of the street
lamps; and here and there a gaslit window; or the yellow glare of
some late…working factory or crowded public…house。 Out of the
masses; clear and slender against the evening sky; rose a multitude
of tall chimneys; many of them reeking; a few smokeless during a
season of 〃play。〃 Here and there a pallid patch and ghostly
stunted beehive shapes showed the position of a pot…bank; or a
wheel; black and sharp against the hot lower sky; marked some
colliery where they raise the iridescent coal of the place。 Nearer
at hand was the broad stretch of railway; and half invisible trains
shunteda steady puffing and rumbling; with every run a ringing
concussion and a rhythmic series of impacts; and a passage of
intermittent puffs of w