登陆注册
4330900000091

第91章 CHAPTER XII(3)

She was very patient, poor thing. When you went in to ask her how she was she said always "Better," or "Nearly well!" and lay still in the darkened room, and never troubled any one. The Mozambiquer took care of her, and she would not allow any one else to touch her; would not so much as allow any one else to see her foot uncovered. She was strange in many ways, but she paid well, poor thing; and now the Mozambiquer was going, and she would have to take up with some one else.

The landlady prattled on pleasantly, and now carried away the tray with the breakfast things. When she was gone Gregory leaned his head on his hands, but he did not think long.

Before dinner he had ridden out of the town to where on a rise a number of transport-wagons were outspanned. The Dutchman driver of one wondered at the stranger's eagerness to free himself of his horses. Stolen perhaps; but it was worth his while to buy them at so low a price. So the horses changed masters, and Gregory walked off with his saddlebags slung across his arm. Once out of sight of the wagons he struck out of the road and walked across the veld, the dry, flowering grasses waving everywhere about him; half-way across the plain he came to a deep gully which the rain torrents had washed out, but which was now dry. Gregory sprung down into its red bed. It was a safe place, and quiet. When he had looked about him he sat down under the shade of an overhanging bank and fanned himself with his hat, for the afternoon was hot, and he had walked fast. At his feet the dusty ants ran about, and the high red bank before him was covered by a network of roots and fibres washed bare by the rains. Above his head rose the clear blue African sky; at his side were the saddlebags full of women's clothing. Gregory looked up half plaintively into the blue sky.

"Am I, am I Gregory Nazianzen Rose?" he said.

It was also strange, he sitting there in that sloot in that up-country plain!--strange as the fantastic, changing shapes in a summer cloud. At last, tired out, he fell asleep, with his head against the bank. When he woke the shadow had stretched across the sloot, and the sun was on the edge of the plain. Now he must be up and doing. He drew from his breast pocket a little sixpenny looking-glass, and hung it on one of the roots that stuck out from the bank. Then he dressed himself in one of the old-fashioned gowns and a great pinked-out collar. Then he took out a razor. Tuft by tuft the soft brown beard fell down into the sand, and the little ants took it to line their nests with. Then the glass showed a face surrounded by a frilled cap, white as a woman's, with a little mouth, a very short upper lip, and a receding chin.

Presently a rather tall woman's figure was making its way across the veld.

As it passed a hollowed-out antheap it knelt down, and stuffed in the saddlebags with the man's clothing, closing up the anthill with bits of ground to look as natural as possible. Like a sinner hiding his deed of sin, the hider started once and looked round, but yet there was no one near save a meerkat, who had lifted herself out of her hole and sat on her hind legs watching. He did not like that even she should see, and when he rose she dived away into her hole. Then he walked on leisurely, that the dusk might have reached the village streets before he walked there. The first house was the smith's, and before the open door two idle urchins lolled.

As he hurried up the street in the gathering gloom he heard them laugh long and loudly behind him. He glanced round fearingly, and would almost have fled, but that the strange skirts clung about his legs. And after all it was only a spark that had alighted on the head of one, and not the strange figure they laughed at.

The door of the hotel stood wide open, and the light fell out into the street. He knocked, and the landlady came. She peered out to look for the cart that had brought the traveller; but Gregory's heart was brave now he was so near the quiet room. He told her he had come with the transport wagons that stood outside the town.

He had walked in, and wanted lodgings for the night.

It was a deliberate lie, glibly told; he would have told fifty, though the recording angel had stood in the next room with his pen dipped in the ink.

What was it to him? He remembered that she lay there saying always: "I am better."

The landlady put his supper in the little parlour where he had sat in the morning. When it was on the table she sat down in the rocking-chair, as her fashion was to knit and talk, that she might gather news for her customers in the taproom. In the white face under the queer, deep-fringed cap she saw nothing of the morning's traveller. The newcomer was communicative. She was a nurse by profession, she said; had come to the Transvaal, hearing that good nurses were needed there. She had not yet found work. The landlady did not perhaps know whether there would be any for her in that town?

The landlady put down her knitting and smote her fat hands together.

If it wasn't the very finger of God's providence, as though you saw it hanging out of the sky, she said. Here was a lady ill and needing a new nurse that very day, and not able to get one to her mind, and now--well, if it wasn't enough to convert all the Atheists and Freethinkers in the Transvaal, she didn't know!

Then the landlady proceeded to detail facts.

"I'm sure you will suit her," she added; "you're just the kind. She has heaps of money to pay you with; has everything that money can buy. And I got a letter with a check in it for fifty pounds the other day from some one, who says I'm to spend it for her, and not to let her know. She is asleep now, but I'll take you in to look at her."

The landlady opened the door of the next room, and Gregory followed her. A table stood near the bed, and a lamp burning low stood on it; the bed was a great four-poster with white curtains, and the quilt was of rich crimson satin. But Gregory stood just inside the door with his head bent low, and saw no further.

"Come nearer! I'll turn the lamp up a bit, that you can have a look at her. A pretty thing, isn't it?" said the landlady.

同类推荐
热门推荐
  • 灯下艺语

    灯下艺语

    本书为国家博物馆副馆长陈履生关于艺术、艺术家及绘画作品等的文章结集。内容从自己的成长学艺经历起,至师友杂谈录,对中国绘画和艺术的介绍,主要是个人对这些作品的分析、观点和意见,由此阐发中国绘画在当代的表现,即继承与发扬的问题。对老一代艺术家,也是他的师长们的肯定和褒奖,呈现出中国绘画在近几十年来的丰富灿烂,而盛世之年博物馆美术馆在此间的职能与交流作用,也是作者的着眼点。体现出作者对绘画艺术的独到见地与水准,窥中国艺坛于一斑。是本总结与记录之作。
  • beyond the city

    beyond the city

    本书为公版书,为不受著作权法限制的作家、艺术家及其它人士发布的作品,供广大读者阅读交流。汇聚授权电子版权。
  • 最强三界聊天群

    最强三界聊天群

    手机掉进水里,重新打开后发现自己竟然加入了三界聊天群。齐天大圣的猴毛,太上老君的仙丹,南极仙翁的寿桃,月老的红线~~~~一群在手,天下我有!
  • 隋唐辽西演义

    隋唐辽西演义

    中华历史自五胡乱华,连年征战数百年,直到府兵制创立,铁血传承数代,助隋朝一统天下。辽西北口寨,百十户人家全是府兵,宋成及其伙伴则是他们的子弟。宋成小时候的目标是:精通兵法,当独领一军的大将军,不让这些能征惯战之士枉死。杨广登基后,穷奢极欲,三征高句丽,宋成在血雨腥风中快速成长,结识了长孙晟、裴矩等智者。宋成创建信联帮,以辽西府兵为骨干,经商大草原,以另一种方式,带领他们不再枉死。隋末群雄并起,信联帮贩卖战马,与众豪强往来交道,有铁血相争,有惺惺相惜,有肝胆相照。格谦、高开道、窦建德、徐世绩、李密、杜伏威等,你刚唱罢我登场,环环相扣。李密战败,关陇集团和前隋勋贵全部支持李渊,使得李渊异军突起。宋成审时度势,投靠李渊,让其部下求官得官,求财得财。宋成与唐初名将罗艺、李靖、徐世绩等多有交集,亲身参与灭郑、灭夏、灭梁之战,与秦王分庭抗礼,成为唐初最独立的大将军。宋成受裴矩启发,转战西域,战突厥、灭胡匪,打通河西走廊,再拓商机,为部下谋福,使国家获利。
  • 阅文测试作品云起0811

    阅文测试作品云起0811

    阿斯达岁的阿斯达岁的阿斯达岁的阿斯达岁的
  • 漫谈负责任的科学研究

    漫谈负责任的科学研究

    北大微讲堂是北京大学为学生开设的科普讲座,邀请各学科教授、名家、院士等,讲解内容权威却又通俗易懂。《漫谈负责任的科学研究》聘请陈尔强教授讲述科学研究从问题开始。科学问题的选取基于判断;而对问题答案的探索则基于诚信。科学工作者需按学术规范行事,致力于不断批评和修正自己的工作,从而使研究过程与研究结果能够满足科学说明的相关性要求和可检验性要求。一个具体的科学研究过程将终止于发表。原创性的科学工作只有在公开发表后,其真伪、价值和意义才能得到科学共同体的检验和评价,其成果才有可能进入人类的知识体系。科学工作者必须将写作科学研究的内容看做是其工作的一部分。开展负责任的科学研究是自觉规避学术不端行为的有效途径。
  • 南宋中兴四大诗人

    南宋中兴四大诗人

    本书介绍了陆游、范成大、杨万里、尤袤四大南宋诗人的文学生涯。
  • 千城宫阙万重谋

    千城宫阙万重谋

    那一次,她决绝入宫,甘为棋子;那一日,她素手轻挥,江山动荡;那一夜,她伏身城楼之上,俯看横尸千里,血流成河。素手翻覆云雨,搅动天下风云。然而当一切平定,藏匿于黑暗中的阴谋以残忍的方式在她面前展现。昔日信仰被打破,往日的太阳落下,面对万人唾骂,她又该何去何从?慕容烨:“若是觉得这世间太暗,那便与我并肩而立,披荆斩棘,用手中的剑,亲自劈开一片光明。”
  • 此情恨晚

    此情恨晚

    一个为了还救命之恩,一个为了江山大业,当曾经深爱的女子出现时,她又该何去何从?
  • 陛下大喜

    陛下大喜

    作为四国唯一的女帝,大陈仅存的皇室血脉,我的帝君生活除了憋屈一点其他都挺不错。可是某一天我的丞相大人说我太没用了,他很累。他说,“陛下,微臣真的压力好大啊。”“……”“陛下,微臣想要升官了。”“?”“我想要当皇夫,每天在后宫绣绣花,喂喂鸟……陛下,您就娶了微臣吧!”