"You astonish me," said Euphra.
"Latin gives me an advantage, you see," said Hugh modestly.
"It seems to be very wonderful, nevertheless."These were sweet sounds to Hugh's ear. He had gained his end. And she hers.
"Well," she said, "I have just come upon another passage that perplexes me not a little. Will you try your powers upon that for me?"So saying, she proceeded to find it.
"It is school-time," said Hugh "I fear I must not wait now.""Pooh! pooh! Don't make a pedagogue of yourself. You know you are here more as a guardian--big brother, you know--to the dear child.
By the way, I am rather afraid you are working him a little more than his constitution will stand.""Do you think so?" returned Hugh quite willing to be convinced. "Ishould be very sorry."
"This is the passage," said Euphra.
Hugh sat down once more at the table beside her. He found this morsel considerably tougher than the last. But at length he succeeded in pulling it to pieces and reconstructing it in a ******r form for the lady. She was full of thanks and admiration.
Naturally enough, they went on to the next line, and the next stanza, and the next and the next; till--shall I be believed?--they had read a whole canto of the poem. Euphra knew more words by a great many than Hugh; so that, what with her knowledge of the words, and his insight into the construction, they made rare progress.
"What a beautiful passage it is!" said Euphra.
"It is indeed," responded Hugh; "I never read anything more beautiful.""I wonder if it would be possible to turn that into English. Ishould like to try."
"You mean verse, of course?"
"To be sure."
"Let us try, then. I will bring you mine when I have finished it.
I fear it will take some time, though, to do it well. Shall it be in blank verse, or what?""Oh! don't you think we had better keep the Terza Rima of the original?""As you please. It will add much to the difficulty.""Recreant knight! will you shrink from following where your lady leads?""Never! so help me, my good pen!" answered Hugh, and took his departure, with burning cheeks and a trembling at the heart. Alas! the morning was gone. Harry was not in his study: he sought and found him in the library, apparently buried in Polexander.
"I am so glad you are come," said Harry; "I am so tired.""Why do you read that stupid book, then?"
"Oh! you know, I told you."
"Tut! tut! nonsense! Put it away," said Hugh, his dissatisfaction with himself ****** him cross with Harry, who felt, in consequence, ten times more desolate than before. He could not understand the change.
If it went ill before with the hours devoted to common labour, it went worse now. Hugh seized every gap of time, and widened its margins shamefully, in order to work at his translation. He found it very difficult to render the Italian in classical and poetic English. The three rhyming words, and the mode in which the stanzas are looped together, added greatly to the difficulty. Blank verse he would have found quite easy compared to this. But he would not blench. The thought of her praise, and of the yet better favour he might gain, spurred him on; and Harry was the sacrifice. But he would make it all up to him, when this was once over. Indeed, he would.
Thus he baked cakes of clay to choke the barking of Cerberian conscience. But it would growl notwithstanding.
The boy's spirit was sinking; but Hugh did not or would not see it.
His step grew less elastic. He became more listless, more like his former self--sauntering about with his hands in his pockets. And Hugh, of course, found himself caring less about him; for the thought of him, rousing as it did the sense of his own neglect, had become troublesome. Sometimes he even passed poor Harry without speaking to him.
Gradually, however, he grew still further into the favour of Mr. Arnold, until he seemed to have even acquired some influence with him. Mr. Arnold would go out riding with them himself sometimes, and express great satisfaction, not only with the way Harry sat his pony, for which he accorded Hugh the credit due to him, but with the way in which Hugh managed his own horse as well. Mr. Arnold was a good horseman, and his praise was especially grateful to Hugh, because Euphra was always near, and always heard it. I fear, however, that his progress in the good graces of Mr. Arnold, was, in a considerable degree, the result of the greater anxiety to please, which sprung from the consciousness of not deserving approbation.
Pleasing was an easy substitute for well-doing. Not acceptable to himself, he had the greater desire to be acceptable to others; and so reflect the side-beams of a false approbation on himself--who needed true light and would be ill-provided for with any substitute.
For a man who is received as a millionaire can hardly help feeling like one at times, even if he knows he has overdrawn his banker's account. The necessity to Hugh's nature of feeling right, drove him to this false mode of producing the false impression. If one only wants to feel virtuous, there are several royal roads to that end.
But, fortunately, the end itself would be unsatisfactory if gained;while not one of these roads does more than pretend to lead even to that land of delusion.
The reaction in Hugh's mind was sometimes torturing enough. But he had not strength to resist Euphra, and so reform.
Well or ill done, at length his translation was finished. So was Euphra's. They exchanged papers for a private reading first; and arranged to meet afterwards, in order to compare criticisms.
