Showing That Old Acquaintances Are Capable of Surprising Us
When Maggie was at home again, her mother brought her news of an unexpected line of conduct in aunt Glegg. As long as Maggie had not been heard of, Mrs Glegg had half closed her shutters1 and drawn2 down her blinds. She felt assured that Maggie was drowned; that was far more probable than that her niece and legatee should have done anything to wound the family honour in the tenderest point. When at last she learned from Tom that Maggie had come home, and gathered from him what was her explanation of her absence, she burst forth3 in severe reproof4 of Tom for admitting the worst of his sister until he was compelled. If you were not to stand by your “kin5” as long as there was a shred6 of honour attributable to them, pray what were you to stand by? Lightly to admit conduct in one of your own family that would force you to alter your will, had never been the way of the Dodsons; and though Mrs Glegg had always augured7 ill of Maggie’s future at a time when other people were perhaps less clear-sighted, yet fair play was a jewel, and it was not for her own friends to help to rob the girl of her fair fame, and to cast her out from family shelter to the scorn of the outer world, until she had become unequivocally a family disgrace. The circumstances were unprecedented8 in Mrs Glegg’s experience; nothing of that kind had happened among the Dodsons before; but it was a case in which her hereditary9 rectitude and personal strength of character found a common channel along with her fundamental ideas of clanship, as they did in her lifelong regard to equity10 in money matters. She quarrelled with Mr Glegg, whose kindness, flowing entirely11 into compassion12 for Lucy, made him as hard in his judgment13 of Maggie as Mr Deane himself was; and fuming14 against her sister Tulliver because she did not at once come to her for advice and help, shut herself up in her own room with Baxter’s “Saints’ Rest” from morning till night, denying herself to all visitors, till Mr Glegg brought from Mr Deane the news of Stephen’s letter. Then Mrs Glegg felt that she had adequate fighting-ground; then she laid aside Baxter, and was ready to meet all comers. While Mrs Pullet could do nothing but shake her head and cry, and wish that cousin Abbot had died, or any number of funerals had happened rather than this, which had never happened before, so that there was no knowing how to act, and Mrs Pullet could never enter St Ogg’s again, because “acquaintances” knew of it all, Mrs Glegg only hoped that Mrs Wooll, or any one else, would come to her with their false tales about her own niece, and she would know what to say to that ill-advised person!
Again she had a scene of remonstrance15 with Tom, all the more severe in proportion to the greater strength of her present position. But Tom, like other immovable things, seemed only the more rigidly16 fixed17 under that attempt to shake him. Poor Tom! he judged by what he had been able to see; and the judgment was painful enough to himself. He thought he had the demonstration18 of facts observed through years by his own eyes, which gave no warning of their imperfection, that Maggie’s nature was utterly19 untrustworthy, and too strongly marked with evil tendencies to be safely treated with leniency20. He would act on that demonstration at any cost; but the thought of it made his days bitter to him. Tom, like every one of us, was imprisoned21 within the limits of his own nature, and his education had simply glided22 over him, leaving a slight deposit of polish; if you are inclined to be severe on his severity, remember that the responsibility of tolerance23 lies with those who have the wider vision. There had arisen in Tom a repulsion toward Maggie that derived24 its very intensity25 from their early childish love in the time when they had clasped tiny fingers together, and their later sense of nearness in a common duty and a common sorrow; the sight of her, as he had told her, was hateful to him. In this branch of the Dodson family aunt Glegg found a stronger nature than her own; a nature in which family feeling had lost the character of clanship by taking on a doubly deep dye of personal pride.
Mrs Glegg allowed that Maggie ought to be punished,—she was not a woman to deny that; she knew what conduct was,—but punished in proportion to the misdeeds proved against her, not to those which were cast upon her by people outside her own family who might wish to show that their own kin were better.
“Your aunt Glegg scolded me so as niver was, my dear,” said poor Mrs Tulliver, when she came back to Maggie, “as I didn’t go to her before; she said it wasn’t for her to come to me first. But she spoke26 like a sister, too; having she allays27 was, and hard to please,—oh dear!—but she’s said the kindest word as has ever been spoke by you yet, my child. For she says, for all she’s been so set again’ having one extry in the house, and making extry spoons and things, and putting her about in her ways, you shall have a shelter in her house, if you’ll go to her dutiful, and she’ll uphold you against folks as say harm of you when they’ve no call. And I told her I thought you couldn’t bear to see anybody but me, you were so beat down with trouble; but she said, ‘I won’t throw ill words at her; there’s them out o’ th’ family ’ull be ready enough to do that. But I’ll give her good advice; an’ she must be humble28.’ It’s wonderful o’ Jane; for I’m sure she used to throw everything I did wrong at me,—if it was the raisin-wine as turned out bad, or the pies too hot, or whativer it was.”
“Oh, mother,” said poor Maggie, shrinking from the thought of all the contact her bruised29 mind would have to bear, “tell her I’m very grateful; I’ll go to see her as soon as I can; but I can’t see any one just yet, except Dr Kenn. I’ve been to him,—he will advise me, and help me to get some occupation. I can’t live with any one, or be dependent on them, tell aunt Glegg; I must get my own bread. But did you hear nothing of Philip—Philip Wakem? Have you never seen any one that has mentioned him?”
“No, my dear; but I’ve been to Lucy’s, and I saw your uncle, and he says they got her to listen to the letter, and she took notice o’ Miss Guest, and asked questions, and the doctor thinks she’s on the turn to be better. What a world this is,—what trouble, oh dear! The law was the first beginning, and it’s gone from bad to worse, all of a sudden, just when the luck seemed on the turn.” This was the first lamentation30 that Mrs Tulliver had let slip to Maggie, but old habit had been revived by the interview with sister Glegg.
“My poor, poor mother!” Maggie burst out, cut to the heart with pity and compunction, and throwing her arms round her mother’s neck; “I was always naughty and troublesome to you. And now you might have been happy if it hadn’t been for me.”
“Eh, my dear,” said Mrs Tulliver, leaning toward the warm young cheek; “I must put up wi’ my children,—I shall never have no more; and if they bring me bad luck, I must be fond on it. There’s nothing else much to be fond on, for my furnitur’ went long ago. And you’d got to be very good once; I can’t think how it’s turned out the wrong way so!”
Still two or three more days passed, and Maggie heard nothing of Philip; anxiety about him was becoming her predominant trouble, and she summoned courage at last to inquire about him of Dr Kenn, on his next visit to her. He did not even know if Philip was at home. The elder Wakem was made moody31 by an accumulation of annoyance32; the disappointment in this young Jetsome, to whom, apparently33, he was a good deal attached, had been followed close by the catastrophe34 to his son’s hopes after he had done violence to his own strong feeling by conceding to them, and had incautiously mentioned this concession35 in St Ogg’s; and he was almost fierce in his brusqueness when any one asked him a question about his son.
But Philip could hardly have been ill, or it would have been known through the calling in of the medical man; it was probable that he was gone out of the town for a little while. Maggie sickened under this suspense36, and her imagination began to live more and more persistently37 in what Philip was enduring. What did he believe about her?
At last Bob brought her a letter, without a postmark, directed in a hand which she knew familiarly in the letters of her own name,—a hand in which her name had been written long ago, in a pocket Shakespeare which she possessed38. Her mother was in the room, and Maggie, in violent agitation39, hurried upstairs that she might read the letter in solitude40. She read it with a throbbing41 brow.
“Maggie,—I believe in you; I know you never meant to deceive me; I know you tried to keep faith to me and to all. I believed this before I had any other evidence of it than your own nature. The night after I last parted from you I suffered torments42. I had seen what convinced me that you were not free; that there was another whose presence had a power over you which mine never possessed; but through all the suggestions—almost murderous suggestions—of rage and jealousy43, my mind made its way to believe in your truthfulness44. I was sure that you meant to cleave45 to me, as you had said; that you had rejected him; that you struggled to renounce46 him, for Lucy’s sake and for mine. But I could see no issue that was not fatal for you; and that dread47 shut out the very thought of resignation. I foresaw that he would not relinquish48 you, and I believed then, as I believe now, that the strong attraction which drew you together proceeded only from one side of your characters, and belonged to that partial, divided action of our nature which makes half the tragedy of the human lot. I have felt the vibration49 of chords in your nature that I have continually felt the want of in his. But perhaps I am wrong; perhaps I feel about you as the artist does about the scene over which his soul has brooded with love; he would tremble to see it confided50 to other hands; he would never believe that it could bear for another all the meaning and the beauty it bears for him.
“I dared not trust myself to see you that morning; I was filled with selfish passion; I was shattered by a night of conscious delirium51. I told you long ago that I had never been resigned even to the mediocrity of my powers; how could I be resigned to the loss of the one thing which had ever come to me on earth with the promise of such deep joy as would give a new and blessed meaning to the foregoing pain,—the promise of another self that would lift my aching affection into the divine rapture52 of an ever-springing, ever-satisfied want?
“But the miseries53 of that night had prepared me for what came before the next. It was no surprise to me. I was certain that he had prevailed on you to sacrifice everything to him, and I waited with equal certainty to hear of your marriage. I measured your love and his by my own. But I was wrong, Maggie. There is something stronger in you than your love for him.
“I will not tell you what I went through in that interval54. But even in its utmost agony—even in those terrible throes that love must suffer before it can be disembodied of selfish desire—my love for you sufficed to withhold55 me from suicide, without the aid of any other motive56. In the midst of my egoism, I yet could not bear to come like a death-shadow across the feast of your joy. I could not bear to forsake57 the world in which you still lived and might need me; it was part of the faith I had vowed58 to you,—to wait and endure. Maggie, that is a proof of what I write now to assure you of,—that no anguish59 I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you. I want you to put aside all grief because of the grief you have caused me. I was nurtured60 in the sense of privation; I never expected happiness; and in knowing you, in loving you, I have had, and still have, what reconciles me to life. You have been to my affections what light, what colour is to my eyes, what music is to the inward ear, you have raised a dim unrest into a vivid consciousness. The new life I have found in caring for your joy and sorrow more than for what is directly my own, has transformed the spirit of rebellious61 murmuring into that willing endurance which is the birth of strong sympathy. I think nothing but such complete and intense love could have initiated62 me into that enlarged life which grows and grows by appropriating the life of others; for before, I was always dragged back from it by ever-present painful self-consciousness. I even think sometimes that this gift of transferred life which has come to me in loving you, may be a new power to me.
“Then, dear one, in spite of all, you have been the blessing63 of my life. Let no self-reproach weigh on you because of me. It is I who should rather reproach myself for having urged my feelings upon you, and hurried you into words that you have felt as fetters64. You meant to be true to those words; you have been true. I can measure your sacrifice by what I have known in only one half-hour of your presence with me, when I dreamed that you might love me best. But, Maggie, I have no just claim on you for more than affectionate remembrance.
“For some time I have shrunk from writing to you, because I have shrunk even from the appearance of wishing to thrust myself before you, and so repeating my original error. But you will not misconstrue me. I know that we must keep apart for a long while; cruel tongues would force us apart, if nothing else did. But I shall not go away. The place where you are is the one where my mind must live, wherever I might travel. And remember that I am unchangeably yours,—yours not with selfish wishes, but with a devotion that excludes such wishes.
“God comfort you, my loving, large-souled Maggie. If every one else has misconceived you, remember that you have never been doubted by him whose heart recognised you ten years ago.
“Do not believe any one who says I am ill, because I am not seen out of doors. I have only had nervous headaches,—no worse than I have sometimes had them before. But the overpowering heat inclines me to be perfectly65 quiescent66 in the daytime. I am strong enough to obey any word which shall tell me that I can serve you by word or deed.
“Yours to the last,
“Philip Wakem.”
As Maggie knelt by the bed sobbing67, with that letter pressed under her, her feelings again and again gathered themselves in a whispered cry, always in the same words,—
“O God, is there any happiness in love that could make me forget their pain?”
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8 unprecedented [ʌnˈpresɪdentɪd] 第8级 | |
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10 equity [ˈekwəti] 第8级 | |
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11 entirely [ɪnˈtaɪəli] 第9级 | |
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12 compassion [kəmˈpæʃn] 第8级 | |
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13 judgment ['dʒʌdʒmənt] 第7级 | |
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15 remonstrance [rɪˈmɒnstrəns] 第12级 | |
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16 rigidly ['ridʒidli] 第7级 | |
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18 demonstration [ˌdemənˈstreɪʃn] 第8级 | |
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19 utterly ['ʌtəli:] 第9级 | |
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25 intensity [ɪnˈtensəti] 第7级 | |
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26 spoke [spəʊk] 第11级 | |
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27 allays [əˈleɪz] 第10级 | |
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28 humble [ˈhʌmbl] 第7级 | |
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30 lamentation [ˌlæmənˈteɪʃn] 第7级 | |
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35 concession [kənˈseʃn] 第7级 | |
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38 possessed [pəˈzest] 第12级 | |
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39 agitation [ˌædʒɪˈteɪʃn] 第9级 | |
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40 solitude [ˈsɒlɪtju:d] 第7级 | |
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41 throbbing ['θrɔbiŋ] 第9级 | |
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42 torments [ˈtɔ:ments] 第7级 | |
(肉体或精神上的)折磨,痛苦( torment的名词复数 ); 造成痛苦的事物[人] | |
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43 jealousy [ˈdʒeləsi] 第7级 | |
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44 truthfulness ['tru:θflnəs] 第8级 | |
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45 cleave [kli:v] 第9级 | |
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46 renounce [rɪˈnaʊns] 第9级 | |
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49 vibration [vaɪˈbreɪʃn] 第7级 | |
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50 confided [kənˈfaidid] 第7级 | |
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51 delirium [dɪˈlɪriəm] 第10级 | |
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53 miseries [ˈmizəriz] 第7级 | |
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54 interval [ˈɪntəvl] 第7级 | |
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55 withhold [wɪðˈhəʊld] 第7级 | |
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56 motive [ˈməʊtɪv] 第7级 | |
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57 forsake [fəˈseɪk] 第7级 | |
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58 vowed [] 第7级 | |
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59 anguish [ˈæŋgwɪʃ] 第7级 | |
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60 nurtured [ˈnə:tʃəd] 第7级 | |
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61 rebellious [rɪˈbeljəs] 第9级 | |
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62 initiated [iˈniʃieitid] 第7级 | |
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63 blessing [ˈblesɪŋ] 第7级 | |
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64 fetters ['fetəz] 第10级 | |
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