the wheels of chance-第16部分
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〃You CUR；〃 she said； and suddenly put her hand to her breast。 He thought she meant to faint； but she stood； with the colour gone from her face。
〃No；〃 he said。 〃I love you。〃
〃Love！〃 said she。
〃Yeslove。〃
〃There are ways yet；〃 she said； after a pause。
〃Not for you。 You are too full of life and hope yet for； what is it？not the dark arch nor the black flowing river。 Don't you think of it。 You'll only shirk it when the moment comes； and turn it all into comedy。〃
She turned round abruptly from him and stood looking out across the parade at the shining sea over which the afterglow of day fled before the rising moon。 He maintained his attitude。 The blinds were still up； for she had told the waiter not to draw them。 There was silence for some moments。
At last he spoke in as persuasive a voice as he could summon。 〃Take it sensibly； Jessie。 Why should we； who have so much in common； quarrel into melodrama？ I swear I love you。 You are all that is bright and desirable to me。 I am stronger than you； older； man to your woman。 To find YOU tooconventional！〃
She looked at him over her shoulder； and he noticed with a twinge of delight how her little chin came out beneath the curve of her cheek。
〃MAN！〃 she said。 〃Man to MY woman！ Do MEN lie？ Would a MAN use his five and thirty years' experience to outwit a girl of seventeen？ Man to my woman indeed！ That surely is the last insult！〃
〃Your repartee is admirable； Jessie。 I should say they do； thoughall that and more also when their hearts were set on such a girl as yourself。 For God's sake drop this shrewishness！ Why should you be sodifficult to me？ Here am I with MY reputation； MY career； at your feet。 Look here； Jessieon my honour； I will marry you〃
〃God forbid；〃 she said； so promptly that she never learnt he had a wife； even then。 It occurred to him then for the first time； in the flash of her retort； that she did not know he was married。
〃'Tis only a pre…nuptial settlement；〃 he said； following that hint。
He paused。
〃You must be sensible。 The thing's your own doing。 Come out on the beach now the beach here is splendid； and the moon will soon be high。〃
〃_I_ WON'T〃 she said； stamping her foot。
〃Well； well〃
〃Oh！ leave me alone。 Let me think〃
〃Think；〃 he said； 〃if you want to。 It's your cry always。 But you can't save yourself by thinking； my dear girl。 You can't save yourself in any way now。 If saving it isthis parsimony〃
〃Oh； gogo。〃
〃Very well。 I will go。 I will go and smoke a cigar。 And think of you； dear。 。 。 。 But do you think I should do all this if I did not care？〃
〃Go；〃 she whispered； without glancing round。 She continued to stare out of the window。 He stood looking at her for a moment； with a strange light in his eyes。 He made a step towards her。 〃I HAVE you；〃； he said。 〃You are mine。 Nettedcaught。 But mine。〃 He would have gone up to her and laid his hand upon her； but he did not dare to do that yet。 〃I have you in my hand；〃 he said； 〃in my power。 Do you hearPOWER！〃
She remained impassive。 He stared at her for half a minute； and then； with a superb gesture that was lost upon her； went to the door。 Surely the instinctive abasement of her sex before Strength was upon his side。 He told himself that his battle was won。 She heard the handle move and the catch click as the door closed behind him。
XXII
And now without in the twilight behold Mr。 Hoopdriver； his cheeks hot； his eye bright！ His brain is in a tumult。 The nervous； obsequious Hoopdriver； to whom I introduced you some days since； has undergone a wonderful change。 Ever since he lost that 'spoor' in Chichester； he has been tormented by the most horrible visions of the shameful insults that may be happening。 The strangeness of new surroundings has been working to strip off the habitual servile from him。 Here was moonlight rising over the memory of a red sunset； dark shadows and glowing orange lamps； beauty somewhere mysteriously rapt away from him； tangible wrong in a brown suit and an unpleasant face； flouting him。 Mr。 Hoopdriver for the time； was in the world of Romance and Knight…errantry； divinely forgetful of his social position or hers； forgetting； too； for the time any of the wretched timidities that had tied him long since behind the counter in his proper place。 He was angry and adventurous。 It was all about him； this vivid drama he had fallen into； and it was eluding him。 He was far too grimly in earnest to pick up that lost thread and make a play of it now。 The man was living。 He did not pose when he alighted at the cof ee tavern even； nor when he made his hasty meal。
As Bechamel crossed from the Vicuna towards the esplanade； Hoopdriver； disappointed and exasperated； came hurrying round the corner from the Temperance Hotel。 At the sight of Bechamel； his heart jumped； and the tension of his angry suspense exploded into； rather than gave place to； an excited activity of mind。 They were at the Vicuna； and she was there now alone。 It was the occasion he sought。 But he would give Chance no chance against him。 He went back round the corner； sat down on the seat； and watched Bechamel recede into the dimness up the esplanade； before he got up and walked into the hotel entrance。 〃A lady cyclist in grey；〃 he asked for； and followed boldly on the waiter's heels。 The door of the dining…room was opening before he felt a qualm。 And then suddenly he was nearly minded to turn and run for it； and his features seemed to him to be convulsed。
She turned with a start； and looked at him with something between terror and hope in her eyes。
〃Can Ihave a few wordswith you； alone？〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver； controlling his breath with difficulty。 She hesitated； and then motioned the waiter to withdraw。
Mr。 Hoopdriver watched the door shut。 He had intended to step out into the middle of the room； fold his arms and say； 〃You are in trouble。 I am a Friend。 Trust me。〃 Instead of which he stood panting and then spoke with sudden familiarity； hastily； guiltily： 〃Look here。 I don't know what the juice is up； but I think there's something wrong。 Excuse my intrudingif it isn't so。 I'll do anything you like to help you out of the scrapeif you're in one。 That's my meaning； I believe。 What can I do？ I would do anything to help you。〃
Her brow puckered； as she watched him make； with infinite emotion； this remarkable speech。 〃YOU！〃 she said。 She was tumultuously weighing possibilities in her mind； and he had scarcely ceased when she had made her resolve。
She stepped a pace forward。 〃You are a gentleman；〃 she said。
〃Yes；〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver。
〃Can I trust you？〃
She did not wait for his assurance。 〃I must leave this hotel at once。 Come here。〃
She took his arm and led him to the window。
〃You can just see the gate。 It is still open。 Through that are our bicycles。 Go down； get them out； and I will come down to you。 Dare you？
〃Get your bicycle out in the road？〃
〃Both。 Mine alone is no good。 At once。 Dare you？〃
〃Which way？〃
〃Go out by the front door and round。 I will follow in one minute。〃
〃Right！〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver； and went。
He had to get those bicycles。 Had he been told to go out and kill Bechamel he would have done it。 His head was a MaeIstrom now。 He walked out of the hotel； along the front； and into the big； blackshadowed coach yard。 He looked round。 There were no bicycles visible。 Then a man emerged from the dark； a short man in a short； black； shiny jacket。 Hoopdriver was caught。 He made no attempt to turn and run for it。 〃I've been giving your machines a wipe over； sir；〃 said the man； recognising the suit； and touching his cap。 Hoopdriver's intelligence now was a soaring eagle； he swooped on the situation at once。 〃That's right；〃 he said； and added； before the pause became marked； 〃Where is mine？ I want to look at the chain。〃
The man led him into an open shed； and went fumbling for a lantern。 Hoopdriver moved the lady's machine out of his way to the door； and then laid hands on the man's machine and wheeled it out of the shed into the yard。 The gate stood open and beyond was the pale road and a clump of trees black in the twilight。 He stooped and examined the chain with trembling fingers。 How was it to be done？ Something behind the gate seemed to flutter。 The man must be got rid of anyhow。
〃I say；〃 said Hoopdriver； with an inspiration； 〃can you get me a screwdriver？〃
The man simply walked across the shed； opened and shut a box； and came up to the kneeling Hoopdriver with a screwdriver in his hand。 Hoopdriver felt himself a lost man。 He took the screwdriver with a tepid 〃Thanks；〃 and incontinently had another inspiration。
〃I say；〃 he said again。
〃Well？〃
〃This is miles too big。〃
The man lit the lantern； brought it up to Hoopdriver and put it down on the ground。 〃Want a smaller screwdriver？〃 he said。
Hoopdriver had his handkerchief out and sneezed a prompt ATICHEW。 It is the orthodox thing when you wish to avoid recognition。 〃As small as you have；〃 he said； out of his pocket handkerchief。
〃I ain't got none smaller than that；〃 said the ostler。
〃Won't do； really；〃 said Hoopdriver； still wallowing in his handkerchief。
〃I'll see wot they got in the 'ouse； if you like； sir；〃 said the man。 〃If you would；〃 said Hoopdriver。 And as the m
