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第30章 Chapter 5 (2)

‘The outside of the man you were marrying was fair enough to see. He was neither tall nor short -- he was a little below the middle size. A light, active, high-spirited man -- about five-and-forty years old, to look at. He had a pale face, and was bald over the forehead, but had dark hair on the rest of his head. His beard was shaven on his chin, but was let to grow, of a fine rich brown, on his cheeks and his upper lip. His eyes were brown too, and very bright; his nose straight and handsome, and delicate enough to have done for a woman's. His hands the same. He was troubled from time to time with a dry hacking cough, and when he put up his white right hand to his mouth, he showed the red scar of an old wound across the back of it. Have I dreamt of the right man? You know best, Miss Fairlie, and you can say if I was deceived or not. Read next, what I saw beneath the outside -- I entreat you, read, and profit.

‘I looked along the two rays of light, and I saw down into his inmost heart. It was black as night, and on it were written, in the red flaming letters which are the handwriting of the fallen angel, ‘‘Without pity and without remorse. He has strewn with misery the paths of others, and he will live to strew with misery the path of this woman by his side.'' I read that, and then the rays of light shifted and pointed over his shoulder; and there, behind him, stood a fiend laughing. And the rays of light shifted once more, and pointed over your shoulder; and there, behind you, stood an angel weeping. And the rays of light shifted for the third time, and pointed straight between you and that man. They widened and widened, thrusting you both asunder, one from the other. And the clergyman looked for the marriage-service in vain; it was gone out of the book, and he shut up the leaves, and put it from him in despair. And I woke with my eyes full of tears and my heart beating -- for I believe in dreams.

‘Believe too, Miss Fairlie -- I beg of you, for your own sake, believe as I do. Joseph and Daniel, and others in the Scripture, believed in dreams.

Inquire into the past life of that man with the scar on his hand, before you say the words that make you his miserable wife. I don't give you this warning on my account, but on yours. I have an interest in your well-being that will live as long as I draw breath. Your mother's daughter has a tender place in my heart -- for your mother was my first, my best, my only friend.'

There the extraordinary letter ended, without a signature of any sort.

The handwriting afforded no prospect of a clue. It was traced on ruled lines, in the cramped, conventional copy-book character technically termed ‘mall hand.' It was feeble and faint, and defaced by blots, but had otherwise nothing to distinguish it.

‘That is not an illiterate letter,' said Miss Halcombe, ‘and at the same time, it is surely too incoherent to be the letter of an educated person in the higher ranks of life. The reference to the bridal dress and veil, and other little expressions, seem to point to it as the production of some woman. What do you think, Mr Hartright?'

‘I think so too. It seems to me to be not only the letter of a woman, but of a woman whose mind must be --'

‘Deranged?' suggested Miss Halcombe. ‘It struck me in that light too.'

I did not answer. While I was speaking, my eyes rested on the last sentence of the letter: ‘Your mother's daughter has a tender place in my heart -- for your mother was my first, my best, my only friend.' Those words and the doubt which had just escaped me as to the sanity of the writer of the letter, acting together on my mind, suggested an idea, which I was literally afraid to express openly, or even to encourage secretly. I began to doubt whether my own faculties were not in danger of losing their balance. It seemed almost like a monomania to be tracing back everything strange that happened, everything unexpected that was said, always to the same hidden source and the same sinister influence. I resolved, this time, in defence of my own courage and my own sense, to come to no decision that plain fact did not warrant, and to turn my back resolutely on everything that tempted me in the shape of surmise.

‘If we have any chance of tracing the person who has written this,'

I said, returning the letter to Miss Halcombe, ‘there can be no harm in seizing our opportunity the moment it offers. I think we ought to speak to the gardener again about the elderly woman who gave him the letter, and then to continue our inquiries in the village. But first let me ask a question. You mentioned just now the alternative of consulting Mr Fairlie's legal adviser tomorrow. Is there no possibility of communicating with him earlier? Why not today?'

‘I can only explain,' replied Miss Halcombe, ‘by entering into certain particulars, connected with my sister's marriage-engagement, which I did not think it necessary or desirable to mention to you this morning. One of Sir Percival Glyde's objects in coming here on Monday, is to fix the period of his marriage, which has hitherto been left quite unsettled. He is anxious that the event should take place before the end of the year.'

‘Does Miss Fairlie know of that wish?' I asked eagerly.

‘She has no suspicion of it, and after what has happened, I shall not take the responsibility upon myself of enlightening her. Sir Percival has only mentioned his views to Mr Fairlie, who has told me himself that he is ready and anxious, as Laura's guardian, to forward them. He has written to London, to the family solicitor, Mr Gilmore. Mr Gilmore happens to be away in Glasgow on business, and he has replied by proposing to stop at Limmeridge House on his way back to town. He will arrive tomorrow, and will stay with us a few days, so as to allow Sir Percival time to plead his own cause. If he succeeds, Mr Gilmore will then return to London, taking with him his instructions for my sister's marriage-settlement. You understand now, Mr Hartright, why I speak of waiting to take legal advice until tomorrow?

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