christie johnstone-第33章
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or old; that heard it。 And she went to him; through the air it seemed;
but; quick as she was; another was as quick; the mother had seen him
first; and she was there。 Christie saw nothing。 With another cry; the
very keynote of her great and loving heart; she flung her arms
roundMrs。 Gatty; who was on the same errand as herself。
〃Hearts are not steel; and steel is bent; Hearts are not flint; and flint
is rent。〃
The old woman felt Christie touch her。 She turned from her son in a
moment and wept upon her neck。 Her lover took her hand and kissed it; and
pressed it to his bosom; and tried to speak to her; but all he could do
was to sob and chokeand kiss her hand again。
〃My daughter!〃 sobbed the old woman。
At that word Christie clasped her quickly; and then Christie began to
cry。
〃I am not a stone;〃 cried Mrs。 Gatty。
〃I gave him life; but you have saved him from death。 Oh; Charles; never
make her repent what she has done for you。〃
She was a woman; after all; and prudence and prejudice melted like snow
before her heart。
There were not many dry eyesleast of all the heroic Lady Barbara's。
The three whom a moment had made one were becoming calmer; and taking one
another's hands for life; when a diabolical sound aroseand what was it
but Sandy Liston; who; after furious resistance; was blubbering with
explosive but short…lived violence? Having done it; he was the first to
draw everybody's attention to the phenomenon; and affecting to consider
it a purely physical attack; like a _coup de soleil;_ or so on; he
proceeded instantly to Drysel's for his panacea。
Lady Barbara enjoined Lord Ipsden to watch these people; and not to lose
a word they said; and; after she had insisted upon kissing Christie; she
went off to her carriage。 And she too was so happy; she cried three
distinct times on her way to Edinburgh。
Lord Ipsden; having reminded Gatty of his engagement; begged him to add
his mother and Christie to the party; and escorted Lady Barbara to her
phaeton。
So then the people dispersed by degrees。
〃That old lady's face seems familiar to me;〃 said Lord Ipsden; as he
stood on the little natural platform by the 〃Peacock。〃 〃Do you know who
she is; Saunders?〃
〃It is Peggy; that was cook in your lordship's uncle's time; my lord。 She
married a green…grocer;〃 added Saunders; with an injured air。
〃Hech! hech!〃 cried Flucker; 〃Christie has ta'en up her head wi' a cook's
son。〃
Mrs。 Gatty was ushered into the 〃Peacock〃 with mock civility by Mr。
Saunders。 No recognition took place; each being ashamed of the other as
an acquaintance。
The next arrival was a beautiful young lady in a black silk gown; a plain
but duck…like plaid shawl; who proved to be Christie Johnstone; in her
Sunday attire。
When they met; Mrs。 Gatty gave a little scream of joy; and said: 〃Oh; my
child; if I had seen you in that dress; I should never have said a word
against you。〃
〃Pars minima est ipsa puella sui!〃
His lordship stepped up to her; took off his hat; and said: 〃Will Mrs。
Gatty take from me a commission for two pictures; as big as herself; and
as bonny?〃 added he; doing a little Scotch。 He handed her a check; and;
turning to Gatty; added; 〃At your convenience; sir; _bien entendu。〃_
〃Hech! it's for five hundred pund; Chairles。〃
〃Good gear gangs in little book;〃* said Jean。
*Bulk。
〃Ay; does it;〃 replied Flucker; assuming the compliment。
〃My lord!〃 said the artist; 〃you treat Art like a prince; and she shall
treat you like a queen。 When the sun comes out again; I will work for you
and fame。 You shall have two things painted; every stroke loyally in the
sunlight。 In spite of gloomy winter and gloomier London; I will try if I
can't hang nature and summer on your walls forever。 As for me; you know I
must go to Gerard Dow and Cuyp; and Pierre de Hoogh; when my little sand
is run; but my handwriting shall warm your children's children's hearts;
sir; when this hand is dust。〃 His eye turned inward; he walked to and
fro; and his companions died out of his sighthe was in the kingdom of
art。
His lordship and Jean entered the 〃Peacock;〃 followed by Flucker; who
merely lingered at the door to moralize as follows:
〃Hech! hech! isna thaat lamentable? Christie's mon's as daft as a drunk
weaver。〃
But one stayed quietly behind; and assumed that moment the office of her
life。
〃Ay!〃 he burst out again; 〃the resources of our art are still unfathomed!
Pictures are yet to be painted that shall refresh men's inner souls; and
help their hearts against the artificial world; and charm the fiend away;
like David's harp!! The world; after centuries of lies; will give nature
and truth a trial。 What a paradise art will be; when truths; instead of
lies; shall be told on paper; on marble; on canvas; and on the boards!!!〃
〃Dinner's on the boarrd;〃 murmured Christie; alluding to Lord Ipsden's
breakfast; 〃and I hae the charge o' ye;〃 pulling his sleeve hard enough
to destroy the equilibrium of a flea。
〃Then don't let us waste our time here。 Oh; Christie!〃
〃What est; my laddy?〃
〃I'm so preciously hungry!!!!〃
〃C…way* then!〃
* Come away。
Off they ran; hand in hand; sparks of beauty; love and happiness flying
all about them。
CHAPTER XVII。
〃THERE is nothing but meeting and parting in this world!〃 and you may be
sure the incongruous personages of our tale could not long be together。
Their separate paths had met for an instant in one focus; furnished then
and there the matter of an eccentric story; and then diverged forever。
Our lives have a general current; and also an episode or two; and the
episodes of a commonplace life are often rather startling; in like manner
this tale is not a specimen; but an episode of Lord Ipsden and Lady
Barbara; who soon after this married and lived like the rest of the _beau
monde。_ In so doing; they passed out of my hands; such as wish to know
how viscounts and viscountesses feed and sleep; and do the domestic (so
called); and the social (so called); are referred to the fashionable
novel。 To Mr。 Saunders; for instance; who has in the press one of those
cerberus…leviathans of fiction; so common now; incredible as folio to
future ages。 Saunders will take you by the hand; and lead you over
carpets two inches thickunder rosy curtainsto dinner…tables。 He will
_fete_ you; and opera you; and dazzle your young imagination with
_e'p'ergnes;_ and salvers; and buhl and ormolu。 No fishwives or painters
shall intrude upon his polished scenes; all shall be as genteel as
himself。 Saunders is a good authority; he is more in the society; and far
more in the confidence of the great; than most fashionable novelists。 Mr。
Saunders's work will be in three volumes; nine hundred and ninety
pages!!!!!!
In other words; this single work of this ingenious writer will equal in
bulk the aggregate of all the writings extant by Moses; David; Solomon;
Isaiah; and St。 Paul!!!
I shall not venture into competition with this behemoth of the _salon;_ I
will evaporate in thin generalities。
Lord Ipsden then lived very happily with Lady Barbara; whose hero he
straightway became; and who nobly and poetically dotes upon him。 He has
gone into political life to please her; and will remain thereto please
himself。 They were both very grateful to Newhaven; when they married they
vowed to visit it twice a year; and mingle a fortnight's simple life with
its simple scenes; but four years have passed; and they have never been
there again; and I dare say never will; but when Viscount Ipsden falls in
with a brother aristocrat who is crushed by the fiend _ennui;_ he
remembers Aberford; and condenses his famous recipe into a two…edged
hexameter; which will make my learned reader laugh; for it is full of
wisdom:
〃Diluculo surgas! miseris succurrere discas!!〃
Flucker Johnstone meditated during breakfast upon the five hundred
pounds; and regretted he had not years ago adopted Mr。 Gatty's
profession; some days afterward he invited his sister to a conference。
Chairs being set; Mr。 Flucker laid down this observation; that near
relations should be deuced careful not to cast discredit upon one
another; that now his sister was to be a