书城公版Ayala' s Angel
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第133章

"A great deal more that is worth hearing.""And behave herself as a mother of a family with quite as much propriety?""In all that I do not doubt that she would be my superior.""More obedient I am sure she would be."

"Or she would be very disobedient."

"And then she can provide me and my children with ample comforts.""Which I take it is the real purpose for which a wife should be married.""Therefore," said he -- and then he stopped.

"And therefore there should be no doubt.""Though I hate her", he said, clenching his fist with violence as he spoke, "with every fibre of my heart -- still you think there should be no doubt?""That, Frank, is violent language -- and foolish.""And though I love you so intensely that whenever I see her the memory of you becomes an agony to me.""Such language is only more violent and more foolish.""Surely not, if I have made up my mind at last, that I never will willingly see Miss Tringle again. Here he got up, and walking across the rug, stood over her, and waited as though expecting some word from her. But she, putting her two hands up to her head, and brushing her hair away from her forehead, looked up to him for what further words might come to him. "Surely not,"he continued, "if I have made up my mind at last, that nothing shall ever again serve to rob me of your love -- if I may still hope to possess it.""Oh, Frank!'she said, "how mean I am to be a creature obedient to the whistle of such a master as you!""But are you obedient?"

"You know that well enough. I have had no Gertrude with whom I have vacillated, whether for the sake of love or lucre. Whatever you may be -- whether mean or noble -- you are the only man with whom I can endure to live, for whom I would endure to die. Of course I had not expected that your love should be like mine.

How should it be so, seeing that you are a man and that I am but a woman." Here he attempted to seat himself by her on the sofa, which she occupied, but she gently repulsed him, motioning him towards the chair which he had occupied. "Sit there, Frank,"she said, "so that we may look into each other's faces and talk seriously. Is it to come to this then, that I am to ruin you at last?""There will be no ruin."

"But there will, if we are married now. Shall I tell you the kind of life which would satisfy me?""Some little place abroad?" he asked.

"Oh, dear, no! No place to which you would be confined at all.

If I may remain as I am, knowing that you intend to marry no one else, feeling confident that there is a bond binding us together even though we should never become man and wife, I should be, if not happy, at least contented.""That is a cold prospect."

"Cold -- but not ice-cold, as would have been the other. Cold, but not wretchedly cold, as would be the idea always present to me that I had reduced you to poverty. Frank, I am so far selfish that I cannot bear to abandon the idea of your love. But I am not so far selfish as to wish to possess it at the expense of your comfort. Shall it be so?""Be how?" said he, speaking almost in anger.

"Let us remain just as we are. Only you will promise me, that as I cannot be your wife there shall be no other. I need hardly promise you that there will be no other husband." Now he sat frowning at her, while she, still pressing back her hair with her hands, looked eagerly into his face. "If this will be enough for you," she said, "it shall be enough for me.""No, by G -- d!"

"Frank!"