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第35章

It seemed entirely natural to the others that she should do just what she liked, shut them off from her portion of the house, take her meals there if she felt disposed, and keep such hours as pleased her instant whim.If she awakened them at midnight by her piano, or deferred her breakfast to the late afternoon, they felt that it must be all right, since Celia did it.She had one room furnished with only divans and huge, soft cushions, its walls covered with large copies of statuary not too strictly clothed, which she would suffer no one, not even the servants, to enter.Michael fancied sometimes, when he passed the draped entrance to this sacred chamber, that the portiere smelt of tobacco, but he would not have spoken of it, even had he been sure.Old Jeremiah, whose established habit it was to audit minutely the expenses of his household, covered over round sums to Celia's separate banking account, upon the mere playful hint of her holding her check-book up, without a dream of questioning her.

That the step-mother had joy, or indeed anything but gall and wormwood, out of all this is not to be pretended.

There lingered along in the recollection of the family some vague memories of her having tried to assert an authority over Celia's comings and goings at the outset, but they grouped themselves as only parts of the general disorder of moving and settling, which a fort-night or so quite righted.

Mrs.Madden still permitted herself a certain license of hostile comment when her step-daughter was not present, and listened with gratification to what the women of her acquaintance ventured upon saying in the same spirit;but actual interference or remonstrance she never offered nowadays.The two rarely met, for that matter, and exchanged only the baldest and curtest forms of speech.

Celia Madden interested all Octavius deeply.This she must have done in any case, if only because she was the only daughter of its richest citizen.But the bold, luxuriant quality of her beauty, the original and piquant freedom of her manners, the stories told in gossip about her lawlessness at home, her intellectual attainments, and artistic vagaries--these were even more exciting.

The unlikelihood of her marrying any one--at least any Octavian--was felt to add a certain romantic zest to the image she made on the local perceptions.

There was no visible young Irishman at all approaching the social and financial standard of the Maddens;it was taken for granted that a mixed marriage was quite out of the question in this case.She seemed to have more business about the church than even the priest.

She was always playing the organ, or drilling the choir, or decorating the altars with flowers, or looking over the robes of the acolytes for rents and stains, or going in or out of the pastorate.Clearly this was not the sort of girl to take a Protestant husband.

The gossip of the town concerning her was, however, exclusively Protestant.The Irish spoke of her, even among themselves, but seldom.There was no occasion for them to pretend to like her: they did not know her, except in the most distant and formal fashion.

Even the members of the choir, of both sexes, had the sense of being held away from her at haughty arm's length.

No single parishioner dreamed of calling her friend.

But when they referred to her, it was always with a cautious and respectful reticence.For one thing, she was the daughter of their chief man, the man they most esteemed and loved.

For another, reservations they may have had in their souls about her touched close upon a delicately sore spot.

It could not escape their notice that their Protestant neighbors were watching her with vigilant curiosity, and with a certain tendency to wink when her name came into conversation along with that of Father Forbes.

It had never yet got beyond a tendency--the barest fluttering suggestion of a tempted eyelid--but the whole Irish population of the place felt themselves to be waiting, with clenched fists but sinking hearts, for the wink itself.

The Rev.Theron Ware had not caught even the faintest hint of these overtures to suspicion.

When he had entered the huge, dark, cool vault of the church, he could see nothing at first but a faint light up over the gallery, far at the other end.Then, little by little, his surroundings shaped themselves out of the gloom.

To his right was a rail and some broad steps rising toward a softly confused mass of little gray vertical bars and the pale twinkle of tiny spots of gilded reflection, which he made out in the dusk to be the candles and trappings of the altar.Overhead the great arches faded away from foundations of dimly discernible capitals into utter blackness.There was a strange medicinal odor--as of cubeb cigarettes--in the air.

After a little pause, he tiptoed noiselessly up the side aisle toward the end of the church--toward the light above the gallery.This radiance from a single gas-jet expanded as he advanced, and spread itself upward over a burnished row of monster metal pipes, which went towering into the darkness like giants.They were roaring at him now--a sonorous, deafening, angry bellow, which made everything about him vibrate.The gallery balustrade hid the keyboard and the organist from view.There were only these jostling brazen tubes, as big round as trees and as tall, trembling with their own furious thunder.It was for all the world as if he had wandered into some vast tragical, enchanted cave, and was being drawn against his will--like fascinated bird and python--toward fate at the savage hands of these swollen and enraged genii.

He stumbled in the obscure light over a kneeling-bench, making a considerable racket.On the instant the noise from the organ ceased, and he saw the black figure of a woman rise above the gallery-rail and look down.

"Who is it?" the indubitable voice of Miss Madden demanded sharply.

Theron had a sudden sheepish notion of turning and running.

With the best grace he could summon, he called out an explanation instead.

"Wait a minute.I'm through now.I'm coming down,"she returned.He thought there was a note of amusement in her tone.

She came to him a moment later, accompanied by a thin, tall man, whom Theron could barely see in the dark, now that the organ-light too was gone.This man lighted a match or two to enable them to make their way out.

When they were on the sidewalk, Celia spoke: "Walk on ahead, Michael!" she said."I have some matters to speak of with Mr.Ware."

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