A Desirable Husband. Mary NicholsЧитать онлайн книгу.
something going on in the middle of the park. Esme, ever curious, pushed her way through, with Rosemary reluctantly behind her.
‘Why, it’s a balloon,’ she said as she came to a roped-off enclosure in the middle of which a long colourful mass of silk material was being gradually inflated.
A man with a megaphone was explaining to the crowd how it was being filled with hydrogen gas. ‘The gas is made by the action of sulphuric acid and water on the iron-and-zinc shavings in those casks over there,’ he said, pointing. ‘In passing through the water, the gas is rid of its impurities and is passed through a tube into the neck of the balloon. The gas displaces an equal volume of atmospheric air and, because it is lighter than air, the balloon rises until it reaches a layer of air equal in density to its own and there it remains, floating above the earth with the basket beneath it.’
‘How d’ you get down again?’ someone shouted.
‘We let the gas out a little at a time and admit an equal quantity of atmospheric air. The balloon descends and reaches the ground when all the gas has been expelled.’ As he spoke the balloon rose above them and the basket, which had been lying on its side, righted itself, held beneath the balloon by a network of ropes. Only the tethering ropes held the whole contraption to the ground. The crowd, including Esme, looked upwards as the huge globe, painted in red, blue and yellow, filled up. ‘Now we are ready to ascend,’ he said, standing beside the basket. ‘I can take three passengers. Who will come with me on a voyage of a lifetime?’
There was no immediate response, possibly because the watchers were mostly ladies and a few gentlemen who were out for an afternoon’s stroll, and would not demean themselves by volunteering. One lad walked across the grass and shook hands with the balloonist and clambered into the basket. ‘Any more?’ the man shouted. ‘Come along, the panorama of London at such a height is a wonder to behold. You won’t be carried away. The balloon will be tethered at all times. You will return to this very spot.’
The prospect of such a ride was too much of a temptation for Esme. ‘Oh, Rosie, wouldn’t it be fun? Shall we try it?’ She looked round for her sister, but Rosemary had been swallowed up by the crowd and was some distance away. Undeterred she ducked under the ropes and walked across the grass towards the balloon, unsure if she really would have the courage to step into the basket.
‘Why, here’s a little lady putting you all to shame,’ the balloonist called out, as he bowed to Esme and took her hand. ‘Well, miss, are you game?’ he asked.
She nodded. He opened a little door in the side of the basket and, picking her up, deposited her inside it beside the boy. She looked round her and was met with a sea of faces, all smiling and cheering. Except one. Rosemary had made her way to the front and was looking wildly round her as if appealing to someone, anyone, to fetch her sister back. Esme could not hear what her sister was saying, but she was already beginning to regret her foolhardiness. Pride would not allow her to change her mind, especially when the balloonist began shouting again, ‘Come on, you brave men, you aren’t going to let the little lady show you up, are you?’
A man pushed his way through the onlookers and began sprinting across the grass, followed by several others. They were making a race of it, each wanting to be the last passenger. Esme, who had recognised the front runner, willed him to win, which he did, jumping into the basket and closing the gate as the men helping the balloonist let out the slack in the tethering rope.
‘You are quite mad, you know that, don’t you?’ he told her.
She smiled a little weakly as the balloon rose and began to sway as the breeze caught it. ‘I wanted an adventure.’
‘Now you have it.’
‘Yes.’ Her voice conveyed her nervousness and made him smile. ‘What about you?’
‘The same, I especially could not forgo the pleasure of having it with you. Are you afraid?’
‘Certainly not!’
‘Good.’ He grinned. ‘Then let us enjoy it. Look down there.’
Tying her bonnet firmly under her chin, she peered downwards. Already the people watching them were colourful dots and the houses little squares with tiny gardens and the parks large green patches. Apart from the wind in the rigging, there was little sound. ‘See, there is the Thames and that’s St Paul’s and there’s the Tower. And just down there is Buckingham Palace and, if you look over this way, you might be able to pick out Trent House.’
It was wonderful and as the wind lifted her hair she looked back at him with shining eyes. ‘I’m flying!’
‘Yes, you are.’
The balloonist smiled at her. ‘She has courage, that one,’ he said to Felix.
‘Yes, she has.’
Higher and higher they went. Noticing she was shivering in the cold air, he took off his coat and put it round her shoulders. He did not take his hand away, but kept it across her shoulders, steadying her, as he listened to the aeronaut explaining the technicalities of ballooning, the size of the balloon, the weight in the basket, the height they had attained, the rate of ascent and descent, all of which he found fascinating. ‘When we take passengers, we remain tethered, not only to give them peace of mind but in order to return to the spot from which we started,’ he said. ‘When we fly free, we are looking for wind and currents of air to carry us along.’
‘I should like to try that some time,’ Felix said.
‘How far can you go that way?’ Esme asked. With Felix beside her and the confident tones of the balloonist explaining everything she did not feel afraid. She felt exhilarated. But the ground was an awfully long way down and she hoped the mooring ropes would hold.
‘Flights have already been made between England, France and Germany,’ he said. ‘Perhaps, who knows, one day a balloon will circle the earth.’
They were no longer rising, but suspended in space. For a few minutes they enjoyed the view of London and even some of the surrounding countryside spread out beneath them. ‘It makes me feel humble,’ she whispered. ‘Human beings are such small things when you think of the vastness of the universe.’
‘Yes, but small does not mean insignificant. The human race and its endeavours are what makes the world go round. It is the men of vision that keep us moving forward.’
‘Yes, I can understand why you and others like you are so keen on the Exhibition.’ She was aware of his hand on her shoulder and knew she ought to object to his impertinence, but it was reassuring to have it there and she let it lie.
It was only when the balloonist busied himself with the descent that she began to worry about what Rosemary would say. The nearer they came to the ground, the more apprehensive she became. But it wasn’t only Rosemary she had to face—it was a battery of reporters who circled the descending balloon. ‘Oh, dear, I did not expect that,’ she said. The balloon touched down with a jolt that sent her into the arms of Felix as the basket tipped over.
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