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New Arabian Nights-Part31_ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON(1850-1894)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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the answer came pat. The man, whoever he was, had thought to

recognise me, and he had not. There was yet another question



unresolved; and to this, I may say, I feared to give an answer; if

he had recognised me, what would he have done?



My fears were immediately diverted from myself, for I saw that I

had been visited in a mistake; and I became persuaded that some



dreadful danger threatened the pavilion. It required some nerve to

issue forth into the black and intricatethicket which surrounded



and overhung the den; but I groped my way to the links, drenched

with rain, beaten upon and deafened by the gusts, and fearing at



every step to lay my hand upon some lurking adversary. The

darkness was so complete that I might have been surrounded by an



army and yet none the wiser, and the uproar of the gale so loud

that my hearing was as useless as my sight.



For the rest of that night, which seemed interminably long, I

patrolled the vicinity of the pavilion, without seeing a living



creature or hearing any noise but the concert of the wind, the sea,

and the rain. A light in the upper story filtered through a cranny



of the shutter, and kept me company till the approach of dawn.

CHAPTER V - TELLS OF AN INTERVIEW BETWEEN NORTHMOUR, CLARA, AND



MYSELF

With the first peep of day, I retired from the open to my old lair



among the sand-hills, there to await the coming of my wife. The

morning was grey, wild, and melancholy; the wind moderated before



sunrise, and then went about, and blew in puffs from the shore; the

sea began to go down, but the rain still fell without mercy. Over



all the wilderness of links there was not a creature to be seen.

Yet I felt sure the neighbourhood was alive with skulking foes.



The light that had been so suddenly and surprisingly flashed upon

my face as I lay sleeping, and the hat that had been blown ashore



by the wind from over Graden Floe, were two speaking signals of the

peril that environed Clara and the party in the pavilion.



It was, perhaps, half-past seven, or nearer eight, before I saw the

door open, and that dear figure come towards me in the rain. I was



waiting for her on the beach before she had crossed the sand-hills.

"I have had such trouble to come!" she cried. "They did not wish



me to go walking in the rain."

"Clara," I said, "you are not frightened!"



"No," said she, with a simplicity that filled my heart with

confidence. For my wife was the bravest as well as the best of



women; in my experience, I have not found the two go always

together, but with her they did; and she combined the extreme of



fortitude with the most endearing and beautiful virtues.

I told her what had happened; and, though her cheek grew visibly



paler, she retained perfect control over her senses.

"You see now that I am safe," said I, in conclusion. "They do not



mean to harm me; for, had they chosen, I was a dead man last

night."



She laid her hand upon my arm.

"And I had no presentiment!" she cried.



Her accent thrilled me with delight. I put my arm about her, and

strained her to my side; and, before either of us was aware, her



hands were on my shoulders and my lips upon her mouth. Yet up to

that moment no word of love had passed between us. To this day I



remember the touch of her cheek, which was wet and cold with the

rain; and many a time since, when she has been washing her face, I



have kissed it again for the sake of that morning on the beach.

Now that she is taken from me, and I finish my pilgrimage alone, I



recall our old lovingkindnesses and the deep honesty and affection

which united us, and my present loss seems but a trifle in



comparison.

We may have thus stood for some seconds - for time passes quickly



with lovers - before we were startled by a peal of laughter close

at hand. It was not natural mirth, but seemed to be affected in



order to conceal an angrier feeling. We both turned, though I

still kept my left arm about Clara's waist; nor did she seek to






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