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"No, Mr. Gundry, I am an English girl, and I mean to be an Englishwoman. The Americans may be more kind and generous, and perhaps my father thought so, and brought me here for that reason. And I may be glad to come back to you again when I have done what I am bound to do. Remember that I am the last of seven children, and do not even know where the rest are buried."

"Never — yet. But it may happen on my return."

"I hope and trust you will forgive me for venturing to write to you, in consideration of the subject of my letter. I have something to say concerning our child. Although I have deserved the worst you can think of me, I believe you will not deny that even your love for our little Kitty (while we were living together) was not a truer love than mine. Bad as I am, my heart has that tender place left in it still. I cannot endure separation from my child."

"It is natural that you should wish, my dear, to go and be a great lady, and marry a nobleman of your own rank, and have a lot of little noblemen."

"In our home," smiled Hsiang-yün, "there exist, it is true, at present several halls and structures, but as I don't live in either, there'll be no fun in it were I to borrow the name of any one of them!"

Uncle Sam had kissed me very warmly when he said "good-by," and Firm had shown some disposition to follow his example; but much as I liked and admired Firm, I had my own ideas as to what was unbecoming, and now in my lonely little walks I began to think about it. My father's resting-place had not been invaded by the imperious flood, although a line of driftage, in a zigzag swath, lay near the mound. This was my favorite spot for thinking, when I felt perplexed and downcast in my young unaided mind. For although I have not spoken of my musings very copiously, any one would do me wrong who fancied that I was indifferent. Through the great kindness of Mr. Gundry and other good friends around me, I had no bitter sense as yet of my own dependence and poverty. But the vile thing I had heard about my father, the horrible slander and wicked falsehood — for such I was certain it must be — this was continually in my thoughts, and quite destroyed my cheerfulness. And the worst of it was that I never could get my host to enter into it. Whenever I began, his face would change and his manner grow constrained, and his chief desire always seemed to lead me to some other subject.

"How very extraordinary! Perhaps I have been misled by my own vivid imagination. Let me endeavor to express myself plainly — let me say that my fancy looks prophetically at what you are going to do, and sincerely wishes you well out of it. Pray go on."

"He was then made Lord Fawn of Richmond, in the peerage of the United Kingdom. Fawn Court, you know, belonged to my mother's father before my mother's marriage. The property in Ireland is still mine, but there's no place on it."

"When—when—I knew them, there was only one daughter; the other two were boys; I remember quite well that she was called Isabel."

"I do not think you are capricious," said Endymion, "and yet the world sometimes says you are."

The dinner was refined, for Mr. Bertie Tremaine combined the Sybarite with the Utilitarian sage, and it secretly delighted him to astonish or embarrass an austere brother republican by the splendour of his family plate or the polished appointments of his household. To-day the individual to be influenced was Endymion, and the host, acting up to his ideal of a first minister, addressed questions to his companions on the subjects which were peculiarly their own, and, after eliciting their remarks, continued to complete the treatment of the theme with adequate ability, though in a manner authoritative, and, as Endymion thought, a little pompous. What amused him most in this assemblage of youth was their earnest affectation of public life. The freedom of their comments on others was only equalled by their confidence in themselves. Endymion, who only spoke when he was appealed to, had casually remarked in answer to one of the observations which his host with elaborate politeness occasionally addressed to him, that he thought it was unpatriotic to take a certain course. Mr. Bertie Tremaine immediately drew up, and said, with a deep smile, "that he comprehended philanthropy, but patriotism he confessed he did not understand;" and thereupon delivered himself of an address on the subject which might have been made in the Union, and which communicated to the astonished Endymion that patriotism was a false idea, and entirely repugnant to the principles of the new philosophy. As all present were more or less impregnated with these tenets, there was no controversy on the matter. Endymion remained discreetly silent, and Augustus—Mr. Bertie Tremaine's brother—who sate next to him, and whose manners were as sympathising as his brother's were autocratic, whispered in a wheedling tone that it was quite true, and that the idea of patriotism was entirely relinquished except by a few old-fashioned folks who clung to superstitious phrases. Hortensius, who seemed to be the only one of the company who presumed to meet Mr. Bertie Tremaine in conversation on equal terms, and who had already astonished Endymion by what that inexperienced youth deemed the extreme laxity of his views, both social and political, evinced, more than once, a disposition to deviate into the lighter topics of feminine character, and even the fortunes of the hazard-table; but the host looked severe, and was evidently resolved that the conversation today should resemble the expression of his countenance. After dinner they returned to the library, and most of them smoked, but Mr. Bertie Tremaine, inviting Endymion to seat himself by his side on a sofa at the farther end of the room, observed, "I suppose you are looking to parliament?"

"That's just how papa went on," grumbled Barbara. "He caught sight of this bonnet yesterday; and when, by way of excuse, I said I had it to call on them, he asked whether I thought the obscure West Lynne families would venture to thrust their calls on Lord Mount Severn, as though they were of the county aristocracy. It was the feather that put him out."

As he uttered these words, they took their seats. Lady Feng had just finished her meal, when a married woman from the Ning mansion came to get an order to obtain an advance of money to purchase incense and lanterns with.

"Good-by, my dear."

Yü Ch'uan-erh, it is true, did not at first choose to heed his advances, yet when she observed that Pao-yü did not put on any airs, and, that in spite of all her querulous reproaches, he still continued pleasant and agreeable, she felt disconcerted and her features at last assumed a certain expression of cheerfulness. Pao-yü thereupon smiled. "My dear girl," he said, as he gave way to entreaties, "bring that soup and let me taste it!"

Waldershare was very kind to Endymion, and used to take him to the House of Commons on interesting evenings, and, if he succeeded in getting Endymion a place under the gallery, would come and talk to him in the course of the night, and sometimes introduce him to the mysteries of Bellamy's, where Endymion had the satisfaction of partaking of a steak in the presence of statesmen and senators.

"Now we shall get into denials and falsehoods."

Of a sudden, while in this state of unconsciousness, it seemed as if he had betaken himself on foot to some spot or other whither he could not discriminate. Unexpectedly he espied, in the opposite direction, two priests coming towards him: the one a Buddhist, the other a Taoist. As they advanced they kept up the conversation in which they were engaged. "Whither do you purpose taking the object you have brought away?" he heard the Taoist inquire. To this question the Buddhist replied with a smile: "Set your mind at ease," he said; "there's now in maturity a plot of a general character involving mundane pleasures, which will presently come to a denouement. The whole number of the votaries of voluptuousness have, as yet, not been quickened or entered the world, and I mean to avail myself of this occasion to introduce this object among their number, so as to give it a chance to go through the span of human existence." "The votaries of voluptuousness of these days will naturally have again to endure the ills of life during their course through the mortal world," the Taoist remarked; "but when, I wonder, will they spring into existence? and in what place will they descend?"

"No wonder it has got so chilly and damp!" old lady Chia added.

"All you old lady know," rejoined Kou Erh, after he had heard what she had to say, "is to sit on the couch and talk trash! Is it likely you would have me go and play the robber?"

But all the ingenuity, the concentrated force, and trained experience of the police of London would surely be too great and powerful for her in the long run. She could not hope to keep her secret and the diamonds till they should acknowledge themselves to be baffled. And then she was aware of a morbid desire on her own part to tell the secret — of a desire that amounted almost to a disease. It would soon burst her bosom open, unless she could share her knowledge with some one. And yet, as she thought of it all, she told herself that she had no friend so fast and true as to justify such confidence. She was ill with anxiety, and — worse than that — Mrs. Carbuncle knew that she was ill. It was acknowledged between them that this affair of the necklace was so terrible as to make a woman ill. Mrs. Carbuncle at present had been gracious enough to admit so much as that. But might it not be probable that Mrs. Carbuncle would come to suspect that she did not know the whole secret? Mrs. Carbuncle had already, on more than one occasion, said a little word or two which had been unpleasant. Such was Lizzie's condition when Mr. Bunfit came, with his authoritative request to be allowed to inspect Lizzie's boxes — and when Mrs. Carbuncle, having secured her own privacy, expressed her opinion that Mr. Bunfit should be allowed to do as he desired.

"A great many people hope that, and a great many think it nice to go on easily. Only you must not confess to it." Then he went on with his lecture, and explained the meaning of scent; was great on the difficulty of getting away; described the iniquity of heading the fox; spoke of up wind and down wind; got as far as the trouble of "carrying," and told her that a good ear was everything in a big wood — when there came upon them the thrice-repeated note of an old hound's voice, and the quick scampering, and low, timid, anxious, trustful whinnying, of a dozen comrade younger hounds, who recognised the sagacity of their well-known and highly-appreciated elder.

She was putting her spectacles under her veil, her face whiter than ever. "Pray do not interrupt your conversation to pay attention to me! I thank you; I thank you both. I am subject to—slight spasms, and they do make me look ill for the moment. It has passed now."

But an instant after his head was raised, and his expression was that of a man resolved to do his duty to the last.

His lips touched it — he was gone.

Having arrived at this decision, lady Feng purely and simply protracted the delay until all the women had sent her enough to satisfy her, when she at last suited her own convenience and spoke to Madame Wang (on the subject of the vacant post).

"She'll naturally come back after she has accompanied the funeral," Pao-yü retorted.

"Mr. Hare! Has he?"

"Not quite that," said Sir Griffin with an attempt at laughter.

In this all Araujo's ability was shown, and he was admirably seconded by his crew. The trees of the forest furnished the resting-places for the long poles which kept the jangada in its course. The least blow to the jangada would have endangered the complete demolition of the woodwork, and caused the loss, if not of the crew, of the greater part of the cargo.

"Us two," replied William, pointing to his sister and himself.

"Yes, this will be nice!" one and all cried.

"Well; I do believe that if Frederic could be made to act as he ought to do, just for a while, she would marry her cousin, Mr. Greystock, and then there would be an end of it altogether. I really think that she likes him best, and from all that I can hear she would take him now, if Frederic would only keep out of the way. As for him, of course he is doing his very best to get her. He has not one shilling to rub against another, and is over head and ears in debt."

"Then, Richard, you and the waterman made a mess of it between you. He pointed out the wrong one, or you did not look at the right. Thorn is Sir Francis Levison."

"The whole of the revenues of the Protestant Church should be at once appropriated to secular education, or to some other purpose of general utility," he said. "And it must come to this."

"But surely that can not go on forever. Bruntsea is such an enlightened place."

In time, though no one mentioned it, everybody thought that if an alliance ultimately took place between Lady Roehampton and Mr. Sidney Wilton, it would be the most natural thing in the world, and everybody would approve it. True, he was her father's friend, and much her senior, but then he was still good-looking, very clever, very much considered, and lord of a large estate, and at any rate he was a younger man than her late husband.

    夜市入口，老尤满身是血地趴在地上，还没有完全失去意识，他用双肘支撑着身体，往前爬了两三米，声音沙哑地喊道："救……救救我……求求你们救救我。"

    老尤在天鸿港也是熟脸了，夜市入口很多收管理费的人认出了他，立马跑过来询问状况，并且让人喊了老尤在赌档的兄弟。

    魏相佐站在上百人的围观群众中央，看着双腿，双膝被活生生砸断的老尤，嘴角抽动，非常安静。

    "咋回事啊？"

    "码帮闹内讧了，肯定是被徐虎的人干的。"

    "过去扶他一把。"

    "艹，你咋那么多事呢？你不想活了，得罪徐虎？"

    "……！"

    围观群众议论纷纷，都在看着，却没人伸手去帮老尤。

    过了大概六七分钟，老尤的兄弟从赌档内跑出来，推开人群，来到中央位置。

    "尤哥！"

    "你咋了？！"

    "……!"

    五六个兄弟将老尤搀扶起来，二话不说，就往车那边架。

    围观群众跟上去看热闹，还有几个熟脸在指手画脚地出谋划策，而程刚则是站在三楼内，眯眼打量着楼下的情况，声音沙哑地说道："他肯定会联系花臂龙的。"

    "他要还不配合怎么办？"徐虎的兄弟问。

    "那就上三区，干老尤的老婆孩子。"程刚双眼中没有一丝情感地回了一句，转身便走。

    徐虎的兄弟看着他的背影，眉头紧锁，也没吭声。

    吃江湖这碗饭，风光的时候是真的风光，但出事的时候，也是真的凄惨。你永远不清楚，谁会在背后捅你一刀，谁会落井下石。

    老尤没有那么多心眼，他也不是什么一言九鼎的大哥，他就是抱有一定侥幸心理的，去看了看自己的女人，最终却落得了这个下场。

    如果不是程刚还想从花臂龙手里拿回铺面，那老尤不光会没了双腿，人肯定也凉了。

    老尤被自己兄弟带走后，看热闹的人逐渐散去，但他们也还在交头接耳地议论这事。尤其是跟着魏相佐的马仔们，他们心里更没底了，都感觉徐虎太狠了，得罪他，他是真的会往死弄你。

    魏相佐看着地上的血迹，以及拉着老尤远走的汽车，呆愣了好一会，才转身离去。

    ……

    去往医院的汽车上，老尤浑身打着冷颤，右手抓着一名兄弟的胳膊，意识有些模糊地呢喃道："二力……我……我不想死，救……我，救救我……！"

    "没事了，哥，我们现在就去医院。"兄弟低声回道："快到了，快到了！"

    "其他跟着你的人呢？"司机问了一句。

    "都……都被打跑了，他们抓住了我女人……我……我被算计了。"老尤虚弱地回道："是……是程刚，他暗中查我了。"

    "他妈的，老子早晚干死这个程刚！"二力恶狠狠地骂了一声。

    "给……给我大哥打电话……我们不争了……把铺面交给对方吧。我们斗不过徐虎，他们为了钱，啥都能干出来。"老尤是真的被吓破胆了，此刻哪怕就是他身边有一百人保护，他也不想再跟对面作对了。

    半小时后，老尤抵达医院，被推往了手术室。

    楼梯间内，几个兄弟凑在一块，正在低声交谈着。

    "我觉得尤哥说得对，老魏都几把跑了，我们还在这坚持有啥意思？"二力红着眼珠子说道："程刚在是条狗，现在也过得比咱们滋润啊！"

    "我是真踏马的看错了老魏！"另外一人也皱眉附和道："事是他惹的，开战也是他提的，现在搞出大乱子了，他却跑了，让咱们兄弟留家里挨打。这不厚道啊！"

 

    "给嫂子打电话吧，让他联系龙哥，直接把铺面交给徐虎算了。"二力吸着烟，低声说道："不然对方死咬着咱们不放，拿咱当典型干，这谁能挺得住？"

    "行，我给嫂子打个电话。"另外一名青年点头回应。

    ……

    三区，某普通小区内，一名妇女拨通了花臂龙的电话，而后者正在龙城外养伤，情况也非常不好，连续发了几次烧，一直昏睡。

    "大哥，老尤出事了。"

    "……！"花臂龙强打起精神："出……出什么事了？"

    "他被程刚钓到了福冈区，抓回来让人把双腿都砸折了，二力他们刚送老尤去医院。"女人说到这里，已经哭了起来："大哥！我就闹不懂了，你为啥之前不让老尤把铺子卖了？那魏相佐都踏马跑了，咱替他扛什么事儿啊？！"

    花臂龙喘息着问道："小尤在哪个医院？"

    "你在外面藏着，啥都不用管了，但老尤可是在港内啊！你有替他想过吗？有替我们娘俩想过吗？"女人埋怨着吼道："他俩腿没了，以后我们怎么生活？！"

    花臂龙被怼得沉默，无言以对。

    "我不管！你要坚持，你回去坚持，我们老尤不能再白扛事了。"女人不容置疑地说道："我一会儿就给徐虎那边打电话，跟他谈铺面的事儿，我们啥都不管了。"

    说完，女人挂断了手机。

    一间灯光昏暗的平房内，花臂龙浑身缠着纱布，左手扶着床铺往起坐了坐，目光呆愣。

    花臂龙逃跑的时候，电话丢了，并且他在这儿养伤的这几天，一直发高烧昏睡，所以，收留他的朋友之前只联系上了老尤，但却不认识魏相佐。

    花臂龙躺在床上，皱眉沉思许久后，低头凭借记忆给港内的人发了一条简讯："帮……帮我联系一下大哥，告诉他……该做的我都做了，我现在挺不住了，只能交铺子了。"

    ……

    深夜。

    徐虎叫来程刚，话语简洁地说道："干得不错，老尤的媳妇给我打电话了，愿意谈铺面的事了。"

    "呵呵。"程刚阴冷的一笑："肯定是花臂龙联系她了。"

    "回头你和顾佰顺一块去谈，签协议。"徐虎吩咐了一句。

    "好。"

    闸南区，一间主卖卤味的大排档门口。

    一名服务员正在用锋利的剔骨刀，削着酱肘子。

    魏相佐喝着高度白酒，突然问了一句："刀卖吗？"