guy mannering-第31节
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sky…lakes； that； winding up the shadowy valleys； lead at every turn to yet more romantic recesses…rocks which catch the clouds of heaven。 All the wildness of Salvator here； and there the fairy scenes of Claude。 I am happy too； in finding at least one object upon which my father can share my enthusiasm。 An admirer of nature； both as an artist and a poet； I have experienced the utmost pleasure from the observations by which he explains the character and the effect of these brilliant specimens of her power。 I wish he would settle in this enchanting land' But his views lie still farther north； and he is at present absent on a tour in Scotland； looking； I believe； for some purchase of land which may suit him as a residence。 He is partial； from early recollections； to that country。 So； my dearest Matilda； I must be yet farther removed from you before I am established in a homeAnd oh how delighted shall I be when I can say； Come； Matilda； and be the guest of your faithful Julia！
〃I am at present the inmate of Mr。 and Mrs。 Mervyn； old friends of my father。 The latter is precisely a good sort of woman；ladylike and housewifely； but； for accomplishments or fancygood lack； my dearest Matilda； your friend might as well seek sympathy from Mrs。 Teach'em；you see I have not forgot school nicknames。 Mervyn is a differentquite a different being from my father； yet he amuses and endures me。 He is fat and good…natured； gifted with strong shrewd sense； and some powers of humour； but having been handsome； I suppose； in his youth； has still some pretension to be a beau garcon； as well as an enthusiastic agriculturist。 I delight to make him scramble to the tops of eminences and to the foot of waterfalls； and am obliged in turn to admire his turnips； his lucerne； and his timothy grass。He thinks me； I fancy； a simple romantic Miss； with some（the word will he out） beauty； and some good nature； and I hold that the gentleman has good taste for the female outside； and do not expect he should comprehend my sentiments further。 So he rallies； hands； and hobbles （for the dear creature has got the gout too）； and tells old stories of high life of which he has seen a great deal； and I listen； and smile； and look as pretty； as pleasant； and as simple as I can； and we do very well。 But； alas！ my dearest Matilda； how would time pass away； even in this paradise of romance； tenanted as it is by a pair assorting so ill with the scenes around them； were it not for your fidelity in replying to my uninteresting details？ Pray do not fail to write three times a week at leastyou can be at no loss what to say。〃
Fifth Extract。
〃How shall I communicate what I have now to tell！My hand and Heart still flutter so much； that the task of writing is almost impossible！Did I not say that he lived？ did I not say I would not despair？ How could you suggest； my dear Matilda； that my feelings； considering I had parted from him so young； rather arose from the warmth of my imagination than of my heart？Oh！ I was sure that they were genuine； deceitful as the dictates of our bosom so frequently are。But to my talelet it be； my friend； the most sacred； as it is the most sincere； pledge of our friendship。
〃Our hours here are earlyearlier than my heart； with its load of care； can compose itself to rest。 I； therefore； usually take a book for an hour or two after retiring to my own room； which I think I have told you opens to a small balcony； looking down upon that beautiful lake； of which I attempted to give you a slight sketch。 Mervyn Hall； being partly an ancient building； and constructed with a view to defence； is situated an the verge of the lake。 A stone dropped from the projecting balcony plunges into water deep enough to float a skiff。 I had left my window partly unbarred； that； before I went to bed； I might； according to my custom； look out and see the moonlight shining upon the lake。 I was deeply engaged with that beautiful scene in the Merchant of Venice； where two lovers； describing the stillness of a summer night； enhance on each other its charms； and was lost in the associations of story and of feeling which it awakens； when I heard upon the lake the sound of a flageolet。 I have told you it was Brown's favourite instrument。 Who could touch it in a night which； though still and serene； was too cold； and too late in the year； to invite forth any wanderer for more pleasure？ I drew yet nearer the window； and hearkened with breathless attentionthe sounds paused a space； were then resumedpaused againand again reached my ear； ever coming nearer and nearer。 At length； I distinguished plainly that little Hindu air which you called my favouriteI have told you by whom it was taught methe instrument； the tones； were his own！was it earthly music； or notes passing on the wind； to warn me of his death？
〃It was some time ere I could summon courage to step on the balconynothing could have emboldened me to do so but the strong conviction of my mind； that he was still alive； and that we should again meetbut that conviction did embolden me； and I ventured； though with a throbbing heart。 There was a small skiff with a single personO Matilda； it was himself！I knew his appearance after so long an absence； and through the shadow of the night； as perfectly as if we had parted yesterday； and met again in the broad sunshine！ He guided his boat under the balcony； and spoke to me； I hardly knew what he said； or what I replied。 Indeed； I could scarcely speak for weeping； but they were joyful tears。 We were disturbed by the barking of a dog at some distance； and parted； but not before he had conjured me to prepare to。 meet him at the same place and hour this evening。
〃But where and to what is all this tending？Can I answer this question？ I cannot。Heaven； that saved him from death； and delivered him from captivity； that saved my father too； from shedding the blood of one who would not have blemished a hair of his head； that Heaven must guide me out of this labyrinth。 Enough for lane the firm resolution； that Matilda shall not blush for her friend； my father for his daughter； nor my lover for her on whom he has fixed his affection。〃
CHAPTER XVIII。
Talk with a man out of a window！a proper saying。 Much Ado About Nothing。
WE must proceed with our extracts from Miss Mannering's letters； which throw light upon natural good sense； principle； and feelings； blemished by an imperfect education； and the folly of a misjudging mother； who called her husband in her heart a tyrant until she feared him as such； and read romances until she became so enamoured of the complicated intrigues which they contain； as to assume the management of a little family novel of her own； and constitute her daughter； a girl of sixteen； the principal heroine。 She delighted in petty mystery； and intrigue； and secrets； and yet trembled at the indignation which these paltry manoeuvres excited in her husband's mind。 Thus she frequently entered upon a scheme merely for pleasure； or perhaps for the love of contradiction； plunged deeper into it than she was aware； endeavoured to extricate herself by new arts； or to cover her error by dissimulation； became involved in meshes of her own weaving； and was forced to carry on； for fear of discovery； machinations which she had at first resorted to in mere wantonness。
Fortunately the young man whom she so imprudently introduced into her intimate society； and encouraged to look up to her daughter； had a fund of principle and honest pride； which rendered him a safer intimate than Mrs。 Mannering ought to have dared to hope or expect。 The obscurity of his birth could alone he objected to him； in every other respect；
With prospects bright upon the world he came； Pure love of virtue； strong desire of fame； Men watched the way his lofty mind would take； And all foretold the progress he would make。
But it could not be expected that he should resist the snare which Mrs。 Mannering's imprudence threw in his way； or avoid becoming attached to a young lady； whose beauty and manners might have justified his passion； even in scenes where these are more generally met with； than in a remote fortress in our Indian settlements。 The scenes which followed have been partly detailed in Mannering's letter to Mr。 Mervyn； and to expand what is there stated into further explanation； would be to abuse the patience of our readers。 We shall； therefore； proceed with our promised extracts from Miss Mannering's letters to her friend。
Sixth Extract。
I have seen him again； Matildaseen him twice。 I have used every argument to convince him that this secret intercourse is dangerous to us bothI even pressed him to pursue his views of fortune without further regard to me； and to consider my peace of mind as sufficiently secured by the knowledge that he had not fallen under my father's sword。 He answersbut how can I detail all he has to answer？ he claims those hopes as his due which my mother permitted him to entertain； and would persuade me to the madness of a union without my father's sanction。 But to this； Matilda； I will not be persuaded。 I have resisted； I have subdued； the rebellious feelings which arose to aid his plea； yet how to extricate myself from this unhappy labyrinth； in which fate and folly have
