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第61章 FRANCINE(1)

"You're surprised to see me,of course?"Saluting Emily in those terms,Francine looked round the parlor with an air of satirical curiosity."Dear me,what a little place to live in!""What brings you to London?"Emily inquired.

"You ought to know,my dear,without asking.Why did I try to make friends with you at school?And why have I been trying ever since?Because I hate you--I mean because I can't resist you--no!

I mean because I hate myself for liking you.Oh,never mind my reasons.I insisted on going to London with Miss Ladd--when that horrid woman announced that she had an appointment with her lawyer.I said,'I want to see Emily.''Emily doesn't like you.'

'I don't care whether she likes me or not;I want to see her.'

That's the way we snap at each other,and that's how I always carry my point.Here I am,till my duenna finishes her business and fetches me.What a prospect for You!Have you got any cold meat in the house?I'm not a glutton,like Cecilia--but I'm afraid I shall want some lunch.""Don't talk in that way,Francine!"

"Do you mean to say you're glad to see me?"

"If you were only a little less hard and bitter,I should always be glad to see you.""You darling!(excuse my impetuosity).What are you looking at?

My new dress?Do you envy me?"

"No;I admire the color--that's all."

Francine rose,and shook out her dress,and showed it from every point of view."See how it's made:Paris,of course!Money,my dear;money will do anything--except ****** one learn one's lessons.""Are you not getting on any better,Francine?""Worse,my sweet friend--worse.One of the masters,I am happy to say,has flatly refused to teach me any longer.'Pupils without brains I am accustomed to,'he said in his broken English;'but a pupil with no heart is beyond my endurance.'Ha!ha!the mouldy old refugee has an eye for character,though.No heart--there Iam,described in two words."

"And proud of it,"Emily remarked.

"Yes--proud of it.Stop!let me do myself justice.You consider tears a sign that one has some heart,don't you?I was very near crying last Sunday.A popular preacher did it;no less a person that Mr.Mirabel--you look as if you had heard of him.""I have heard of him from Cecilia."

"Is sheat Brighton?Then there's one fool more in a fashionable watering place.Oh,she's in Switzerland,is she?Idon't care where she is;I only care about Mr.Mirabel.We all heard he was at Brighton for his health,and was going to preach.

Didn't we cram the church!As to describing him,I give it up.He is the only little man I ever admired--hair as long as mine,and the sort of beard you see in pictures.I wish I had his fair complexion and his white hands.We were all in love with him--or with his voice,which was it?--when he began to read the commandments.I wish I could imitate him when he came to the fifth commandment.He began in his deepest bass voice:'Honor thy father--'He stopped and looked up to heaven as if he saw the rest of it there.He went on with a tremendous emphasis on the next word.'Andthy mother,'he said (as if that was quite a different thing)in a tearful,fluty,quivering voice which was a compliment to mothers in itself.We all felt it,mothers or not.

But the great sensation was when he got into the pulpit.The manner in which he dropped on his knees,and hid his face in his hands,and showed his beautiful rings was,as a young lady said behind me,simply seraphic.We understood his celebrity,from that moment--I wonder whether I can remember the sermon.""You needn't attempt it on my account,"Emily said.

"My dear,don't be obstinate.Wait till you hear him.""I am quite content to wait."

"Ah,you're just in the right state of mind to be converted;you're in a fair way to become one of his greatest admirers.They say he is so agreeable in private life;I am dying to know him.--Do I hear a ring at the bell?Is somebody else coming to see you?"The servant brought in a card and a message.

"The person will call again,miss."

Emily looked at the name written on the card.

"Mrs.Ellmother!"she exclaimed.

"What an extraordinary name!'cried Francine."Who is she?""My aunt's old servant."

"Does she want a situation?"

Emily looked at some lines of writing at the back of the card.

Doctor Allday had rightly foreseen events.Rejected by the doctor,Mrs.Ellmother had no alternative but to ask Emily to help her.

"If she is out of place,"Francine went on,"she may be just the sort of person I am looking for.""You?"Emily asked,in astonishment.