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The Haunted Hotel-Part1_WILKIE COLLINS (1824-1899)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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always the same. Not only was there no tendency to brain disease--

there was not even a perceptible derangement of the nervous system.



'I can find nothing the matter with you,' he said. 'I can't even

account for the extraordinary pallor of your complexion. You completely



puzzle me.'

'The pallor of my complexion is nothing,' she answered a



little impatiently. 'In my early life I had a narrow escape from

death by poisoning. I have never had a complexion since--and my skin



is so delicate, I cannot paint without producing a hideous rash.

But that is of no importance. I wanted your opinion given positively.



I believed in you, and you have disappointed me.' Her head dropped

on her breast. 'And so it ends!' she said to herself bitterly.



The Doctor's sympathies were touched. Perhaps it might be more

correct to say that his professional" target="_blank" title="a.职业的 n.自由职业">professional pride was a little hurt.



'It may end in the right way yet,' he remarked, 'if you choose to

help me.'



She looked up again with flashing eyes, 'Speak plainly,' she said.

'How can I help you?'



'Plainly, madam, you come to me as an enigma, and you leave me

to make the right guess by the unaided efforts of my art. My art



will do much, but not all. For example, something must have occurred--

something quite unconnected with the state of your bodily health--



to frighten you about yourself, or you would never have come here

to consult me. Is that true?'



She clasped her hands in her lap. 'That is true!' she said eagerly.

'I begin to believe in you again.'



'Very well. You can't expect me to find out the moral cause which has

alarmed you. I can positively discover that there is no physical



cause of alarm; and (unless you admit me to your confidence)

I can do no more.'



She rose, and took a turn in the room. 'Suppose I tell you?' she said.

'But, mind, I shall mention no names!'



'There is no need to mention names. The facts are all I want.'

'The facts are nothing,' she rejoined. 'I have only my own impressions



to confess--and you will very likely think me a fanciful fool when you

hear what they are. No matter. I will do my best to content you--



I will begin with the facts that you want. Take my word for it,

they won't do much to help you.'



She sat down again. In the plainest possible words, she began

the strangest and wildest confession that had ever reached



the Doctor's ears.

CHAPTER II



'It is one fact, sir, that I am a widow,' she said. 'It is another fact,

that I am going to be married again.'



There she paused, and smiled at some thought that occurred to her.

Doctor Wybrow was not favourably impressed by her smile--



there was something at once sad and cruel in it. It came slowly,

and it went away suddenly. He began to doubt whether he had been wise



in acting on his first impression. His mind reverted to the commonplace

patients and the discoverable maladies that were waiting for him,



with a certain tender regret.

The lady went on.



'My approaching marriage,' she said, 'has one embarrassing

circumstance connected with it. The gentleman whose wife I am to be,



was engaged to another lady when he happened to meet with me, abroad:

that lady, mind, being of his own blood and family, related to



him as his cousin. I have innocently robbed her of her lover,

and destroyed her prospects in life. Innocently, I say--because he told



me nothing of his engagement until after I had accepted him.

When we next met in England--and when there was danger, no doubt,



of the affair coming to my knowledge--he told me the truth.

I was naturally indignant. He had his excuse ready; he showed me



a letter from the lady herself, releasing him from his engagement.

A more noble, a more high-minded letter, I never read in my life.



I cried over it--I who have no tears in me for sorrows of my own!

If the letter had left him any hope of being forgiven, I would



have positively refused to marry him. But the firmness of it--

without anger, without a word of reproach, with heartfelt wishes






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