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第106章 EMILY SUFFERS(1)

Mrs.Ellmother--left in charge of Emily's place of abode,and feeling sensible of her lonely position from time to time--had just thought of trying the cheering influence of a cup of tea,when she heard a cab draw up at the cottage gate.A violent ring at the bell followed.She opened the door--and found Emily on the steps.One look at that dear and familiar face was enough for the old servant.

"God help us,"she cried,"what's wrong now?"Without a word of reply,Emily led the way into the bedchamber which had been the scene of Miss Letitia's death.Mrs.Ellmother hesitated on the threshold.

"Why do you bring me in here?"she asked.

"Why did you try to keep me out?"Emily answered.

"When did I try to keep you out,miss?"

"When I came home from school,to nurse my aunt.Ah,you remember now!Is it true--I ask you here,where your old mistress died--is it true that my aunt deceived me about my father's death?And that you knew it?"There was dead silence.Mrs.Ellmother trembled horribly--her lips dropped apart--her eyes wandered round the room with a stare of idiotic terror."Is it her ghost tells you that?"she whispered."Where is her ghost?The room whirls round and round,miss--and the air sings in my ears."Emily sprang forward to support her.She staggered to a chair,and lifted her great bony hands in wild entreaty."Don't frighten me,"she said."Stand back."Emily obeyed her.She dashed the cold sweat off her forehead.

"You were talking about your father's death just now,"she burst out,in desperate defiant tones."Well!we know it and we are sorry for it--your father died suddenly.""My father died murdered in the inn at Zeeland!All the long way to London,I have tried to doubt it.Oh,me,I know it now!"Answering in those words,she looked toward the bed.Harrowing remembrances of her aunt's delirious self-betrayal made the room unendurable to her.She ran out.The parlor door was open.

Entering the room,she passed by a portrait of her father,which her aunt had hung on the wall over the fireplace.She threw herself on the sofa and burst into a passionate fit of crying.

"Oh,my father--my dear,gentle,loving father;my first,best,truest friend--murdered!murdered!Oh,God,where was your justice,where was your mercy,when he died that dreadful death?"A hand was laid on her shoulder;a voice said to her,"Hush,my child!God knows best."Emily looked up,and saw that Mrs.Ellmother had followed her.

"You poor old soul,"she said,suddenly remembering;"Ifrightened you in the other room."

"I have got over it,my dear.I am old;and I have lived a hard life.A hard life schools a person.I make no complaints."She stopped,and began to shudder again."Will you believe me if Itell you something?"she asked."I warned my self-willed mistress.Standing by your father's coffin,I warned her.Hide the truth as you may (I said),a time will come when our child will know what you are keeping from her now.One or both of us may live to see it.I am the one who has lived;no refuge in the grave for me.I want to hear about it--there's no fear of frightening or hurting me now.I want to hear how you found it out.Was it by accident,my dear?or did a person tell you?"Emily's mind was far away from Mrs.Ellmother.She rose from the sofa,with her hands held fast over her aching heart.

"The one duty of my life,"she said--"I am thinking of the one duty of my life.Look!I am calm now;I am resigned to my hard lot.Never,never again,can the dear memory of my father be what it was!From this time,it is the horrid memory of a crime.The crime has gone unpunished;the man has escaped others.He shall not escape Me."She paused,and looked at Mrs.Ellmother absently."What did you say just now?You want to hear how I know what I know?Naturally!naturally!Sit down here--sit down,my old friend,on the sofa with me--and take your mind back to Netherwoods.Alban Morris--"Mrs.Ellmother recoiled from Emily in dismay."Don't tell me hehad anything to do with it!The kindest of men;the best of men!""The man of all men living who least deserves your good opinion or mine,"Emily answered sternly.

"You!"Mrs.Ellmother exclaimed,"yousay that!""I say it.He--who won on me to like him--he was in the conspiracy to deceive me;and you know it!He heard me talk of the newspaper story of the murder of my father--I say,he heard me talk of it composedly,talk of it carelessly,in the innocent belief that it was the murder of a stranger--and he never opened his lips to prevent that horrid profanation!He never even said,speak of something else;I won't hear you!No more of him!God forbid I should ever see him again.No!Do what I told you.Carry your mind back to Netherwoods.One night you let Francine de Sor frighten you.You ran away from her into the garden.Keep quiet!

At your age,must I set you an example of self-control?