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The Black Robe-Part13_WILKIE COLLINS (1824-1899)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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describing the conclusion of the medical proceedings. That it was

the conclusion, however, he could not honestly deny.



"As long as I am right," said Romayne, "nothing else appears to

be of much importance. As I told you at the time, the second



physician appeared to me to be the only one of the three

authorities who really understood my case. Do you mind giving me,



in few words, your own impression of what he said?"

"Are you sure that I shall not distress you?"



"On the contrary, you may help me to hope."

"As I remember it," said Lord Loring, "the doctor did not deny



the influence of the body over the mind. He was quite willing to

admit that the state of your nervoussystem might be one, among



other predisposing causes, which led you--I really hardly like to

go on."



"Which led me," Romayne continued, finishing the sentence for his

friend, "to feel that I never shall forgive myself--accident or



no accident--for having taken that man's life. Now go on."

"The delusion that you still hear the voice," Lord Loring



proceeded, "is, in the doctor's opinion, the moral result of the

morbid state of your mind at the time when you really heard the



voice on the scene of the duel. The influence acts physically, of

course, by means of certain nerves. But it is essentially a moral



influence; and its power over you is greatly maintained by the

self-accusing view of the circumstances which you persist in



taking. That, in substance, is my recollection of what the doctor

said."



"And when he was asked what remedies he proposed to try," Romayne

inquired, "do you remember his answer? 'The mischief which moral



influences have caused, moral influences alone can remedy.' "

"I remember," said Lord Loring. "And he mentioned, as examples of



what he meant, the occurrence of some new and absorbing interest

in your life, or the working of some complete change in your



habits of thought--or perhaps some influence exercised over you

by a person previously unknown, appearing under unforeseen



circumstances, or in scenes quite new to you."

Romayne's eyes sparkled.



"Now you are coming to it!" he cried. "Now I feel sure that I

recall correctly the last words the doctor said: 'If my view is



the right one, I should not be surprised to hear that the

recovery which we all wish to see had found its beginning in such



apparently trifling circumstances as the tone of some other

person's voice or the influence of some other person's look.'



That plain expression of his opinion only occurred to my memory

after I had written my foolish letter of excuse. I spare you the



course of other recollections that followed, to come at once to

the result. For the first time I have the hope, the faint hope,



that the voice which haunts me has been once already controlled

by one of the influences of which the doctor spoke--the influence



of a look."

If he had said this to Lady Loring, instead of to her husband,



she would have understood him at once. Lord Loring asked for a

word more of explanation.



"I told you yesterday," Romayne answered, "that a dread of the

return of the voice had been present to me all the morning, and



that I had come to see the picture with an idea of trying if

change would relieve me. While I was in the gallery I was free



from the dread, and free from the voice. When I returned to the

hotel it tortured me--and Mr. Penrose, I grieve to say, saw what



I suffered. You and I attributed the remission to the change of

scene. I now believe we were both wrong. Where was the change? In



seeing you and Lady Loring, I saw the two oldest friends I have.

In visiting your gallery, I only revived the familiar



associations of hundreds of other visits. To what in fluence was

I really indebted for my respite? Don't try to dismiss the



question by laughing at my morbid fancies. Morbid fancies are

realities to a man like me. Remember the doctor's words, Loring.



Think of a new face, seen in your house! Think of a look that

searched my heart for the first time!"



Lord Loring glanced once more at the clock on the mantel-piece.

The hands pointed to the dinner hour.



"Miss Eyrecourt?" he whispered.

"Yes; Miss Eyrecourt."






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