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South Sea Tales
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第10章

SoinMaysheaskedhimtocometoWilleyFarmandmeet,Mrs。Dawes。Therewassomethinghehankeredafter。Shesawhim,whenevertheyspokeofClaraDawes,rouseandgetslightlyangry。

Hesaidhedidnotlikeher。Yethewaskeentoknowabouther。

Well,heshouldputhimselftothetest。Shebelievedthatthere,wereinhimdesiresforhigherthings,anddesiresforlower,andthat,thedesireforthehigherwouldconquer。Atanyrate,heshouldtry。

Sheforgotthather“higher“and“lower“werearbitrary。

HewasratherexcitedattheideaofmeetingClaraatWilleyFarm。

Mrs。Dawescamefortheday。Herheavy,dun-colouredhairwas,coiledontopofherhead。Sheworeawhiteblouseandnavyskirt,andsomehow,wherevershewas,seemedtomakethingslookpaltry,andinsignificant。Whenshewasintheroom,thekitchenseemed,toosmallandmeanaltogether。Miriam’sbeautifultwilighty,parlourlookedstiffandstupid。AlltheLeiverswereeclipsed,likecandles。Theyfoundherratherhardtoputupwith。

Yetshewasperfectlyamiable,butindifferent,andratherhard。

Pauldidnotcometillafternoon。Hewasearly。Asheswung,offhisbicycle,Miriamsawhimlookroundatthehouseeagerly。

Hewouldbedisappointedifthevisitorhadnotcome。Miriamwent,outtomeethim,bowingherheadbecauseofthesunshine。

Nasturtiumswerecomingoutcrimsonunderthecoolgreenshadow,oftheirleaves。Thegirlstood,dark-haired,gladtoseehim。

“Hasn’tClaracome?”heasked。

“Yes,“repliedMiriaminhermusicaltone。”She’sreading。”

Hewheeledhisbicycleintothebarn。Hehadput,onahandsometie,ofwhichhewasratherproud,andsockstomatch。

“Shecamethismorning?”heasked。

“Yes,“repliedMiriam,asshewalkedathisside。”Yousaidyou’d,bringmethatletterfromthemanatLiberty’s。Haveyouremembered?”

“Oh,dash,no!”hesaid。”Butnagatmetillyougetit。”

“Idon’tliketonagatyou。”

“Doitwhetherornot。Andissheanymoreagreeable?”

hecontinued。

“YouknowIalwaysthinksheisquiteagreeable。”

Hewassilent。Evidentlyhiseagernesstobeearlyto-day,hadbeenthenewcomer。Miriamalreadybegantosuffer。Theywent,togethertowardsthehouse。Hetooktheclipsoffhistrousers,butwastoolazytobrushthedustfromhisshoes,inspiteofthe,socksandtie。

Clarasatinthecoolparlourreading。Hesawthenapeofher,whiteneck,andthefinehairliftedfromit。Sherose,lookingat,himindifferently。Toshakehandssheliftedherarmstraight,inamannerthatseemedatoncetokeephimatadistance,andyettoflingsomethingtohim。Henoticedhowherbreasts,swelledinsideherblouse,andhowhershouldercurvedhandsomely,underthethinmuslinatthetopofherarm。

“Youhavechosenafineday,“hesaid。

“Ithappensso,“shesaid。

“Yes,“hesaid;“Iamglad。”

Shesatdown,notthankinghimforhispoliteness。

“Whathaveyoubeendoingallmorning?”askedPaulofMiriam。

“Well,yousee,“saidMiriam,coughinghuskily,“Claraonly,camewithfather——andso——she’snotbeenhereverylong。”

Clarasatleaningonthetable,holdingaloof。Henoticed,herhandswerelarge,butwellkept。Andtheskinonthemseemed,almostcoarse,opaque,andwhite,withfinegoldenhairs。Shedid,notmindifheobservedherhands。Sheintendedtoscornhim。

Herheavyarmlaynegligentlyonthetable。Hermouthwasclosed,asifshewereoffended,andshekeptherfaceslightlyaverted。

“YouwereatMargaretBonford’smeetingtheotherevening,“

hesaidtoher。

MiriamdidnotknowthiscourteousPaul。Claraglancedathim。

“Yes,“shesaid。

“Why,“askedMiriam,“howdoyouknow?”

“Iwentinforafewminutesbeforethetraincame,“heanswered。

Claraturnedawayagainratherdisdainfully。

“Ithinkshe’salovablelittlewoman,“saidPaul。

“MargaretBonford!”exclaimedClara。”She’sagreatdeal,clevererthanmostmen。”

“Well,Ididn’tsayshewasn’t,“hesaid,deprecating。

“She’slovableforallthat。”

“And,ofcourse,thatisallthatmatters,“saidClarawitheringly。

Herubbedhishead,ratherperplexed,ratherannoyed。

“Isupposeitmattersmorethanhercleverness,“hesaid;

“which,afterall,wouldnevergethertoheaven。”

“It’snotheavenshewantstoget——it’sherfairshareonearth,“

retortedClara。Shespokeasifhewereresponsibleforsome,deprivationwhichMissBonfordsuffered。

“Well,“hesaid,“Ithoughtshewaswarm,andawfullynice——only,toofrail。Iwishedshewassittingcomfortablyinpeace——“

“’Darningherhusband’sstockings,’“saidClarascathingly。

“I’msureshewouldn’tminddarningevenmystockings,“hesaid。

“AndI’msureshe’ddothemwell。JustasIwouldn’tmindblacking,herbootsifshewantedmeto。”

ButClararefusedtoanswerthissallyofhis。Hetalked,toMiriamforalittlewhile。Theotherwomanheldaloof。

“Well,“hesaid,“IthinkI’llgoandseeEdgar。Ishe,ontheland?”

“Ibelieve,“saidMiriam,“he’sgoneforaloadofcoal。

Heshouldbebackdirectly。”

“Then,“hesaid,“I’llgoandmeethim。”

Miriamdarednotproposeanythingforthethreeofthem。

Heroseandleftthem。

Onthetoproad,wherethegorsewasout,hesawEdgarwalking,lazilybesidethemare,whonoddedherwhite-starredforehead,asshedraggedtheclankingloadofcoal。Theyoungfarmer’sface,lightedupashesawhisfriend。Edgarwasgood-looking,withdark,warmeyes。Hisclotheswereoldandratherdisreputable,andhe,walkedwithconsiderablepride。

“Hello!”hesaid,seeingPaulbareheaded。”Whereareyougoing?”

“Cametomeetyou。Can’tstand’Nevermore。’“

Edgar’steethflashedinalaughofamusement。

“Whois’Nevermore’?”heasked。

“Thelady——Mrs。Dawes——itoughttobeMrs。TheRaventhatquothed,’Nevermore。’“

Edgarlaughedwithglee。

“Don’tyoulikeher?”heasked。

“Notafatlot,“saidPaul。”Why,doyou?”

“No!”Theanswercamewithadeepringofconviction。”No!”

Edgarpurseduphislips。”Ican’tsayshe’smuchinmyline。”

Hemusedalittle。Then:,“Butwhydoyoucallher’Nevermore’?”

heasked。

“Well,“saidPaul,“ifshelooksatamanshesayshaughtily,’Nevermore,’andifshelooksatherselfinthelooking-glassshe,saysdisdainfully’Nevermore,’andifshethinksbackshesaysit,indisgust,andifshelooksforwardshesaysitcynically。”

Edgarconsideredthisspeech,failedtomakemuchoutofit,andsaid,laughing:

“Youthinkshe’saman-hater?”

“SHEthinkssheis,“repliedPaul。

“Butyoudon’tthinkso?”

“No,“repliedPaul。

“Wasn’tshenicewithyou,then?”

“CouldyouimagineherNICEwithanybody?”askedtheyoungman。

Edgarlaughed。Togethertheyunloadedthecoalintheyard。

Paulwasratherself-conscious,becauseheknewClaracouldseeifshe,lookedoutofthewindow。Shedidn’tlook。

OnSaturdayafternoonsthehorseswerebrusheddownandgroomed。

PaulandEdgarworkedtogether,sneezingwiththedustthatcame,fromthepeltsofJimmyandFlower。

“Doyouknowanewsongtoteachme?”saidEdgar。

Hecontinuedtoworkallthetime。Thebackofhisneck,wassun-redwhenhebentdown,andhisfingersthatheldthebrush,werethick。Paulwatchedhimsometimes。

“’MaryMorrison’?”suggestedtheyounger。

Edgaragreed。Hehadagoodtenorvoice,andhelovedtolearn,allthesongshisfriendcouldteachhim,sothathecouldsing,whilsthewascarting。Paulhadaveryindifferentbaritonevoice,butagoodear。However,hesangsoftly,forfearofClara。

Edgarrepeatedthelineinacleartenor。Attimestheybothbroke,offtosneeze,andfirstone,thentheother,abusedhishorse。

Miriamwasimpatientofmen。Ittooksolittletoamuse,them——evenPaul。Shethoughtitanomalousinhimthathecould,besothoroughlyabsorbedinatriviality。

Itwastea-timewhentheyhadfinished。

“Whatsongwasthat?”askedMiriam。

Edgartoldher。Theconversationturnedtosinging。

“Wehavesuchjollytimes,“MiriamsaidtoClara。

Mrs。Dawesatehermealinaslow,dignifiedway。

Wheneverthemenwerepresentshegrewdistant。

“Doyoulikesinging?”Miriamaskedher。

“Ifitisgood,“shesaid。

Paul,ofcourse,coloured。

“Youmeanifitishigh-classandtrained?”hesaid。

“Ithinkavoiceneedstrainingbeforethesingingisanything,“

shesaid。

“Youmightaswellinsistonhavingpeople’svoicestrained,beforeyouallowedthemtotalk,“hereplied。”Really,peoplesing,fortheirownpleasure,asarule。”

“Anditmaybeforotherpeople’sdiscomfort。”

“Thentheotherpeopleshouldhaveflapstotheirears,“

hereplied。

Theboyslaughed。Therewasasilence。Heflusheddeeply,andateinsilence。

Aftertea,whenallthemenhadgonebutPaul,Mrs。Leivers,saidtoClara:

“Andyoufindlifehappiernow?”

“Infinitely。”

“Andyouaresatisfied?”

“SolongasIcanbefreeandindependent。”

“Andyoudon’tMISSanythinginyourlife?”

askedMrs。Leiversgently。

“I’veputallthatbehindme。”

Paulhadbeenfeelinguncomfortableduringthisdiscourse。

Hegotup。

“You’llfindyou’realwaystumblingoverthethingsyou’veput,behindyou,“hesaid。Thenhetookhisdeparturetothecowsheds。

Hefelthehadbeenwitty,andhismanlypridewashigh。Hewhistled,ashewentdownthebricktrack。

Miriamcameforhimalittlelatertoknowifhewouldgowith,Claraandherforawalk。TheysetoffdowntoStrelleyMillFarm。

Astheyweregoingbesidethebrook,ontheWilleyWaterside,lookingthroughthebrakeattheedgeofthewood,wherepinkcampions,glowedunderafewsunbeams,theysaw,beyondthetree-trunks,andthethinhazelbushes,amanleadingagreatbayhorsethrough,thegullies。Thebigredbeastseemedtodanceromantically,throughthatdimnessofgreenhazeldrift,awaythere,wheretheairwasshadowy,asifitwereinthepast,amongthefadingbluebellsthatmighthavebloomed,forDeidreorIseult。

Thethreestoodcharmed。

“Whatatreattobeaknight,“hesaid,“andtohave,apavilionhere。”

“Andtohaveusshutupsafely?”repliedClara。

“Yes,“heanswered,“singingwithyourmaidsatyourbroidery。

Iwouldcarryyourbannerofwhiteandgreenandheliotrope。Iwould,have’W。S。P。U。’emblazonedonmyshield,beneathawomanrampant。”

“Ihavenodoubt,“saidClara,“thatyouwouldmuchrather,fightforawomanthanletherfightforherself。”

“Iwould。Whenshefightsforherselfsheseemslikeadog,beforealooking-glass,goneintoamadfurywithitsownshadow。”

“AndYOUarethelooking-glass?”sheasked,withacurl,ofthelip。

“Ortheshadow,“hereplied。

“Iamafraid,“shesaid,“thatyouaretooclever。”

“Well,IleaveittoyoutobeGOOD,“heretorted,laughing。

“Begood,sweetmaid,andjustletMEbeclever。”

ButClaraweariedofhisflippancy。Suddenly,lookingather,hesawthattheupwardliftingofherfacewasmiseryandnotscorn。

Hisheartgrewtenderforeverybody。Heturnedandwasgentle,withMiriam,whomhehadneglectedtillthen。

Atthewood’sedgetheymetLimb,athin,swarthymanofforty,tenantofStrelleyMill,whichheranasacattle-raisingfarm。

Heheldthehalterofthepowerfulstallionindifferently,asifhe,weretired。Thethreestoodtolethimpassoverthestepping-stones,ofthefirstbrook。Pauladmiredthatsolargeananimalshould,walkonsuchspringytoes,withanendlessexcessofvigour。

Limbpulledupbeforethem。

“Tellyourfather,MissLeivers,“hesaid,inapeculiar,pipingvoice,“thathisyoungbeas’es’asbrokethatbottomfence,threedaysan’runnin’。”

“Which?”askedMiriam,tremulous。

Thegreathorsebreathedheavily,shiftingrounditsredflanks,andlookingsuspiciouslywithitswonderfulbigeyesupwardsfrom,underitsloweredheadandfallingmane。

“Comealongabit,“repliedLimb,“an’I’llshowyou。”

Themanandthestallionwentforward。Itdancedsideways,shakingitswhitefetlocksandlookingfrightened,asitfeltitself,inthebrook。

“Nohanky-pankyin’,“saidthemanaffectionatelytothebeast。

Itwentupthebankinlittleleaps,thensplashedfinelythrough,thesecondbrook。Clara,walkingwithakindofsulkyabandon,watchedithalf-fascinated,half-contemptuous。Limbstopped,andpointedtothefenceundersomewillows。

“There,youseewheretheygotthrough,“hesaid。”Myman’s,druv’embackthreetimes。”

“Yes,“answeredMiriam,colouringasifshewereatfault。

“Areyoucomin’in?”askedtheman。

“No,thanks;butweshouldliketogobythepond。”

“Well,justasyou’veamind,“hesaid。

Thehorsegavelittlewhinneysofpleasureatbeingsonearhome。

“Heisgladtobeback,“saidClara,whowasinterested,inthecreature。

“Yes——’e’sbeenatidystepto-day。”

Theywentthroughthegate,andsawapproachingthemfrom,thebigfarmhouseasmallish,dark,excitable-lookingwoman,ofaboutthirty-five。Herhairwastouchedwithgrey,herdark,eyeslookedwild。Shewalkedwithherhandsbehindherback。

Herbrotherwentforward。Asitsawher,thebigbaystallion,whinneyedagain。Shecameupexcitedly。

“Areyouhomeagain,myboy!”shesaidtenderlytothehorse,nottotheman。Thegreatbeastshiftedroundtoher,duckinghishead。

Shesmuggledintohismouththewrinkledyellowappleshehad,beenhidingbehindherback,thenshekissedhimneartheeyes。

Hegaveabigsighofpleasure。Sheheldhisheadinherarms,againstherbreast。

“Isn’thesplendid!”saidMiriamtoher。

MissLimblookedup。HerdarkeyesglancedstraightatPaul。

“Oh,good-evening,MissLeivers,“shesaid。”It’sages,sinceyou’vebeendown。”

Miriamintroducedherfriends。

“YourhorseISafinefellow!”saidClara。

“Isn’the!”Againshekissedhim。”Aslovingasanyman!”

“Morelovingthanmostmen,Ishouldthink,“repliedClara。

“He’saniceboy!”criedthewoman,againembracingthehorse。

Clara,fascinatedbythebigbeast,wentuptostrokehisneck。

“He’squitegentle,“saidMissLimb。”Don’tyouthinkbig,fellowsare?”

“He’sabeauty!”repliedClara。

Shewantedtolookinhiseyes。Shewantedhimtolookather。

“It’sapityhecan’ttalk,“shesaid。

“Oh,buthecan——allbut,“repliedtheotherwoman。

Thenherbrothermovedonwiththehorse。

“Areyoucomingin?,DOcomein,Mr——Ididn’tcatchit。”

“Morel,“saidMiriam。”No,wewon’tcomein,butweshould,liketogobythemill-pond。”

“Yes——yes,do。Doyoufish,Mr。Morel?”

“No,“saidPaul。

“Becauseifyoudoyoumightcomeandfishanytime,“

saidMissLimb。”Wescarcelyseeasoulfromweek’sendtoweek’send。

Ishouldbethankful。”

“Whatfisharethereinthepond?”heasked。

Theywentthroughthefrontgarden,overthesluice,andupthesteepbanktothepond,whichlayinshadow,withits,twowoodedislets。PaulwalkedwithMissLimb。

“Ishouldn’tmindswimminghere,“hesaid。

“Do,“shereplied。”Comewhenyoulike。Mybrotherwillbe,awfullypleasedtotalkwithyou。Heissoquiet,becausethere,isnoonetotalkto。Docomeandswim。”

Claracameup。

“It’safinedepth,“shesaid,“andsoclear。”

“Yes,“saidMissLimb。

“Doyouswim?”saidPaul。”MissLimbwasjustsayingwecould,comewhenweliked。”

“Ofcoursethere’sthefarm-hands,“saidMissLimb。

Theytalkedafewmoments,thenwentonupthewildhill,leavingthelonely,haggard-eyedwomanonthebank。

Thehillsidewasallripewithsunshine。Itwaswildandtussocky,givenovertorabbits。Thethreewalkedinsilence。Then:

“Shemakesmefeeluncomfortable,“saidPaul。

“YoumeanMissLimb?”askedMiriam。”Yes。”

“What’samatterwithher?,Isshegoingdottywithbeing,toolonely?”

“Yes,“saidMiriam。”It’snottherightsortoflifeforher。

Ithinkit’scrueltoburyherthere。Ireallyoughttogoandsee,hermore。But——sheupsetsme。”

“Shemakesmefeelsorryforher——yes,andshebothersme,“

hesaid。

“Isuppose,“blurtedClarasuddenly,“shewantsaman。”

Theothertwoweresilentforafewmoments。

“Butit’sthelonelinesssendshercracked,“saidPaul。

Claradidnotanswer,butstrodeonuphill。Shewaswalking,withherhandhanging,herlegsswingingasshekickedthrough,thedeadthistlesandthetussockygrass,herarmshangingloose。

Ratherthanwalking,herhandsomebodyseemedtobeblunderingup,thehill。AhotwavewentoverPaul。Hewascuriousabouther。

Perhapslifehadbeencrueltoher。HeforgotMiriam,whowaswalking,besidehimtalkingtohim。Sheglancedathim,findinghedidnot,answerher。HiseyeswerefixedaheadonClara。

“Doyoustillthinksheisdisagreeable?”sheasked。

Hedidnotnoticethatthequestionwassudden。Itran,withhisthoughts。

“Something’sthematterwithher,“hesaid。

“Yes,“answeredMiriam。

Theyfoundatthetopofthehillahiddenwildfield,twosidesofwhichwerebackedbythewood,theothersidesbyhigh,loosehedgesofhawthornandelderbushes。Betweentheseovergrown,bushesweregapsthatthecattlemighthavewalkedthroughhad,therebeenanycattlenow。Theretheturfwassmoothasvelveteen,paddedandholedbytherabbits。Thefielditselfwascoarse,andcrowdedwithtall,bigcowslipsthathadneverbeencut。

Clustersofstrongflowersroseeverywhereabovethecoarse,tussocksofbent。Itwaslikearoadsteadcrowdedwithtan,fairyshipping。

“Ah!”criedMiriam,andshelookedatPaul,herdarkeyesdilating。

Hesmiled。Togethertheyenjoyedthefieldofflowers。Clara,alittlewayoff,waslookingatthecowslipsdisconsolately。

PaulandMiriamstayedclosetogether,talkinginsubduedtones。

Hekneeledononeknee,quicklygatheringthebestblossoms,movingfromtufttotuftrestlessly,talkingsoftlyallthetime。

Miriampluckedtheflowerslovingly,lingeringoverthem。

Healwaysseemedtohertooquickandalmostscientific。

Yethisbuncheshadanaturalbeautymorethanhers。

Helovedthem,butasiftheywerehisandhehadaright,tothem。Shehadmorereverenceforthem:

theyheldsomethingshehadnot。

Theflowerswereveryfreshandsweet。Hewantedtodrinkthem。

Ashegatheredthem,heatethelittleyellowtrumpets。

Clarawasstillwanderingaboutdisconsolately。Goingtowardsher,hesaid:

“Whydon’tyougetsome?”

“Idon’tbelieveinit。Theylookbettergrowing。”

“Butyou’dlikesome?”

“Theywanttobeleft。”

“Idon’tbelievetheydo。”

“Idon’twantthecorpsesofflowersaboutme,“shesaid。

“That’sastiff,artificialnotion,“hesaid。”Theydon’tdie,anyquickerinwaterthanontheirroots。Andbesides,theyLOOK

niceinabowl——theylookjolly。Andyouonlycallathingacorpse,becauseitlookscorpse-like。”

“Whetheritisoneornot?”sheargued。

“Itisn’tonetome。Adeadflowerisn’tacorpseofaflower。”

Claranowignoredhim。

“Andevenso——whatrighthaveyoutopullthem?”sheasked。

“BecauseIlikethem,andwantthem——andthere’splentyofthem。”

“Andthatissufficient?”

“Yes。Whynot?,I’msurethey’dsmellniceinyourroom,inNottingham。”

“AndIshouldhavethepleasureofwatchingthemdie。”

“Butthen——itdoesnotmatteriftheydodie。”

Whereuponhelefther,andwentstoopingovertheclumps,oftangledflowerswhichthicklysprinkledthefieldlikepale,luminousfoam-clots。Miriamhadcomeclose。Clarawaskneeling,breathingsomescentfromthecowslips。

“Ithink,“saidMiriam,“ifyoutreatthemwithreverenceyou,don’tdothemanyharm。Itisthespirityouplucktheminthatmatters。”

“Yes,“hesaid。”Butno,youget’embecauseyouwant’em,andthat’sall。”,Heheldouthisbunch。

Miriamwassilent。Hepickedsomemore。

“Lookatthese!”hecontinued;“sturdyandlustylikelittle,treesandlikeboyswithfatlegs。”

Clara’shatlayonthegrassnotfaroff。Shewaskneeling,bendingforwardstilltosmelltheflowers。Herneckgavehim,asharppang,suchabeautifulthing,yetnotproudofitself,justnow。Herbreastsswungslightlyinherblouse。Thearching,curveofherbackwasbeautifulandstrong;sheworenostays。

Suddenly,withoutknowing,hewasscatteringahandfulofcowslips,overherhairandneck,saying:

“Ashestoashes,anddusttodust,IftheLordwon’thaveyouthedevilmust。”

Thechillflowersfellonherneck。Shelookedupathim,withalmostpitiful,scaredgreyeyes,wonderingwhathewasdoing。

Flowersfellonherface,andsheshuthereyes。

Suddenly,standingthereaboveher,hefeltawkward。

“Ithoughtyouwantedafuneral,“hesaid,illatease。

Claralaughedstrangely,androse,pickingthecowslipsfrom,herhair。Shetookupherhatandpinnediton。Oneflowerhad,remainedtangledinherhair。Hesaw,butwouldnottellher。

Hegathereduptheflowershehadsprinkledoverher。

Attheedgeofthewoodthebluebellshadflowedoverintothe,fieldandstoodtherelikeflood-water。Buttheywerefadingnow。

Clarastrayeduptothem。Hewanderedafterher。Thebluebells,pleasedhim。

“Lookhowthey’vecomeoutofthewood!”hesaid。

Thensheturnedwithaflashofwarmthandofgratitude。

“Yes,“shesmiled。

Hisbloodbeatup。

“Itmakesmethinkofthewildmenofthewoods,howterrified,theywouldbewhentheygotbreasttobreastwiththeopenspace。”

“Doyouthinktheywere?”sheasked。

“Iwonderwhichwasmorefrightenedamongoldtribes——those,burstingoutoftheirdarknessofwoodsuponallthespaceoflight,orthosefromtheopentiptoeingintotheforests。”

“Ishouldthinkthesecond,“sheanswered。

“Yes,youDOfeellikeoneoftheopenspacesort,tryingto,forceyourselfintothedark,don’tyou?”

“HowshouldIknow?”sheansweredqueerly。

Theconversationendedthere。

Theeveningwasdeepeningovertheearth。Alreadythevalleywas,fullofshadow。OnetinysquareoflightstoodoppositeatCrossleigh,BankFarm。Brightnesswasswimmingonthetopsofthehills。

Miriamcameupslowly,herfaceinherbig,loosebunchofflowers,walkingankle-deepthroughthescatteredfrothofthecowslips。

Beyondherthetreeswerecomingintoshape,allshadow。

“Shallwego?”sheasked。

Andthethreeturnedaway。Theywereallsilent。

Goingdownthepaththeycouldseethelightofhomerightacross,andontheridgeofthehillathindarkoutlinewithlittlelights,wherethecollieryvillagetouchedthesky。

“Ithasbeennice,hasn’tit?”heasked。

Miriammurmuredassent。Clarawassilent。

“Don’tyouthinkso?”hepersisted。

Butshewalkedwithherheadup,andstilldidnotanswer。

Hecouldtellbythewayshemoved,asifshedidn’tcare,thatshesuffered。

AtthistimePaultookhismothertoLincoln。Shewasbright,andenthusiasticasever,butashesatoppositeherinthe,railwaycarriage,sheseemedtolookfrail。Hehadamomentary,sensationasifshewereslippingawayfromhim。Thenhe,wantedtogetholdofher,tofastenher,almosttochainher。

Hefelthemustkeepholdofherwithhishand。

Theydrewneartothecity。Bothwereatthewindowlooking,forthecathedral。

“Theresheis,mother!”hecried。

Theysawthegreatcathedrallyingcouchantabovetheplain。

“Ah!”sheexclaimed。”Sosheis!”

Helookedathismother。Herblueeyeswerewatchingthe,cathedralquietly。Sheseemedagaintobebeyondhim。Somethingin,theeternalreposeoftheupliftedcathedral,blueandnoble,againstthesky,wasreflectedinher,somethingofthefatality。

Whatwas,WAS。Withallhisyoungwillhecouldnotalterit。

Hesawherface,theskinstillfreshandpinkanddowny,butcrow’s-feetnearhereyes,hereyelidssteady,sinkingalittle,hermouthalwaysclosedwithdisillusion;andtherewasonherthesame,eternallook,asifsheknewfateatlast。Hebeatagainstit,withallthestrengthofhissoul。

“Look,mother,howbigsheisabovethetown!,Think,therearestreets,andstreetsbelowher!,Shelooksbiggerthanthecityaltogether。”

“Soshedoes!”exclaimedhismother,breakingbright,intolifeagain。Buthehadseenhersitting,lookingsteady,outofthewindowatthecathedral,herfaceandeyesfixed,reflectingtherelentlessnessoflife。Andthecrow’s-feetnear,hereyes,andhermouthshutsohard,madehimfeelhewouldgomad。

Theyateamealthatsheconsideredwildlyextravagant。

“Don’timagineIlikeit,“shesaid,assheatehercutlet。

“IDON’Tlikeit,Ireallydon’t!,JustTHINKofyourmoneywasted!”

“Younevermindmymoney,“hesaid。”YouforgetI’mafellow,takinghisgirlforanouting。”

Andheboughthersomeblueviolets。

“Stopitatonce,sir!”shecommanded。”HowcanIdoit?”

“You’vegotnothingtodo。Standstill!”

AndinthemiddleofHighStreethestucktheflowersinhercoat。

“Anoldthinglikeme!”shesaid,sniffing。

“Yousee,“hesaid,“Iwantpeopletothinkwe’reawfulswells。

Solookikey。”

“I’lljowlyourhead,“shelaughed。

“Strut!”hecommanded。”Beafantailpigeon。”

Ittookhimanhourtogetherthroughthestreet。Shestood,aboveGloryHole,shestoodbeforeStoneBow,shestoodeverywhere,andexclaimed。

Amancameup,tookoffhishat,andbowedtoher。

“CanIshowyouthetown,madam?”

“No,thankyou,“sheanswered。”I’vegotmyson。”

ThenPaulwascrosswithherfornotansweringwithmoredignity。

“Yougoawaywithyou!”sheexclaimed。”Ha!that’s,theJew’sHouse。Now,doyourememberthatlecture,Paul——?”

Butshecouldscarcelyclimbthecathedralhill。

Hedidnotnotice。Thensuddenlyhefoundherunabletospeak。

Hetookherintoalittlepublic-house,wheresherested。

“It’snothing,“shesaid。”Myheartisonlyabitold;

onemustexpectit。”

Hedidnotanswer,butlookedather。Againhisheartwas,crushedinahotgrip。Hewantedtocry,hewantedtosmashthings,infury。

Theysetoffagain,pacebypace,soslowly。Andevery,stepseemedlikeaweightonhischest。Hefeltasifhisheart,wouldburst。Atlasttheycametothetop。Shestoodenchanted,lookingatthecastlegate,lookingatthecathedralfront。

Shehadquiteforgottenherself。

“NowTHISisbetterthanIthoughtitcouldbe!”shecried。

Buthehatedit。Everywherehefollowedher,brooding。

Theysattogetherinthecathedral。Theyattendedalittleservice,inthechoir。Shewastimid。

“Isupposeitisopentoanybody?”sheaskedhim。

“Yes,“hereplied。”Doyouthinkthey’dhavethedamnedcheek,tosendusaway。”

“Well,I’msure,“sheexclaimed,“theywouldiftheyheard,yourlanguage。”

Herfaceseemedtoshineagainwithjoyandpeaceduring,theservice。Andallthetimehewaswantingtorageandsmash,thingsandcry。

Afterwards,whentheywereleaningoverthewall,lookingat,thetownbelow,heblurtedsuddenly:

“Whycan’tamanhaveaYOUNGmother?,Whatissheoldfor?”

“Well,“hismotherlaughed,“shecanscarcelyhelpit。”

“Andwhywasn’tItheoldestson?,Look——theysaytheyoung,oneshavetheadvantage——butlook,THEYhadtheyoungmother。

Youshouldhavehadmeforyoureldestson。”

“Ididn’tarrangeit,“sheremonstrated。”Cometoconsider,you’reasmuchtoblameasme。”

Heturnedonher,white,hiseyesfurious。

“Whatareyouoldfor!”hesaid,madwithhisimpotence。

“WHYcan’tyouwalk?,WHYcan’tyoucomewithmetoplaces?”

“Atonetime,“shereplied,“Icouldhaverunupthathill,agooddealbetterthanyou。”

“What’sthegoodofthattoME?”hecried,hittinghisfist,onthewall。Thenhebecameplaintive。”It’stoobadofyou,tobeill。Little,itis——“

“Ill!”shecried。”I’mabitold,andyou’llhavetoputup,withit,that’sall。”

Theywerequiet。Butitwasasmuchastheycouldbear。Theygot,jollyagainovertea。AstheysatbyBrayford,watchingtheboats,hetoldheraboutClara。Hismotheraskedhiminnumerablequestions。

“Thenwhodoesshelivewith?”

“Withhermother,onBluebellHill。”

“Andhavetheyenoughtokeepthem?”

“Idon’tthinkso。Ithinktheydolacework。”

“Andwhereinlieshercharm,myboy?”

“Idon’tknowthatshe’scharming,mother。Butshe’snice。

Andsheseemsstraight,youknow——notabitdeep,notabit。”

“Butshe’sagooddealolderthanyou。”

“She’sthirty,I’mgoingontwenty-three。”

“Youhaven’ttoldmewhatyoulikeherfor。”

“BecauseIdon’tknow——asortofdefiantwayshe’sgot——asort,ofangryway。”

Mrs。Morelconsidered。Shewouldhavebeengladnowforherson,tofallinlovewithsomewomanwhowould——shedidnotknowwhat。

Buthefrettedso,gotsofurioussuddenly,andagainwasmelancholic。

Shewishedheknewsomenicewoman——Shedidnotknowwhatshewished,butleftitvague。Atanyrate,shewasnothostiletotheidea,ofClara。

Annie,too,wasgettingmarried。Leonardhadgoneawaytowork,inBirmingham。Oneweek-endwhenhewashomeshehadsaidtohim:

“Youdon’tlookverywell,mylad。”

“Idunno,“hesaid。”Ifeelanyhowornohow,ma。”

Hecalledher“ma“alreadyinhisboyishfashion。

“Areyousurethey’regoodlodgings?”sheasked。

“Yes——yes。Only——it’sawinderwhenyouhavetopouryourown,teaout——an’nobodytogrouseifyouteamitinyoursaucerandsup,itup。Itsomehowtakesa’thetasteoutofit。”

Mrs。Morellaughed。

“Andsoitknocksyouup?”shesaid。

“Idunno。Iwanttogetmarried,“heblurted,twistinghis,fingersandlookingdownathisboots。Therewasasilence。

“But,“sheexclaimed,“Ithoughtyousaidyou’dwaitanotheryear。”

“Yes,Ididsayso,“herepliedstubbornly。

Againsheconsidered。

“Andyouknow,“shesaid,“Annie’sabitofaspendthrift。

She’ssavednomorethanelevenpounds。AndIknow,lad,youhaven’t,hadmuchchance。”

Hecoloureduptotheears。

“I’vegotthirty-threequid,“hesaid。

“Itdoesn’tgofar,“sheanswered。

Hesaidnothing,buttwistedhisfingers。

“Andyouknow,“shesaid,“I’venothing——“

“Ididn’twant,ma!”hecried,veryred,sufferingandremonstrating。

“No,mylad,Iknow。IwasonlywishingIhad。Andtakeaway,fivepoundsfortheweddingandthings——itleavestwenty-ninepounds。

Youwon’tdomuchonthat。”

Hetwistedstill,impotent,stubborn,notlookingup。

“Butdoyoureallywanttogetmarried?”sheasked。”Doyou,feelasifyouought?”

Hegaveheronestraightlookfromhisblueeyes。

“Yes,“hesaid。

“Then,“shereplied,“wemustalldothebestwecanforit,lad。”

Thenexttimehelookedupthereweretearsinhiseyes。

“Idon’twantAnnietofeelhandicapped,“hesaid,struggling。

“Mylad,“shesaid,“you’resteady——you’vegotadecentplace。

IfamanhadNEEDEDmeI’dhavemarriedhimonhislastweek’swages。

Shemayfinditabithardtostarthumbly。YounggirlsARElikethat。

Theylookforwardtothefinehometheythinkthey’llhave。

ButIhadexpensivefurniture。It’snoteverything。”

Sotheweddingtookplacealmostimmediately。Arthurcamehome,andwassplendidinuniform。Annielookedniceinadove-grey,dressthatshecouldtakeforSundays。Morelcalledherafool,forgettingmarried,andwascoolwithhisson-in-law。Mrs。Morel,hadwhitetipsinherbonnet,andsomewhiteonherblouse,andwasteasedbybothhersonsforfancyingherselfsogrand。

Leonardwasjollyandcordial,andfeltafearfulfool。Paulcould,notquiteseewhatAnniewantedtogetmarriedfor。Hewasfondofher,andsheofhim。Still,hehopedratherlugubriouslythatitwould,turnoutallright。Arthurwasastonishinglyhandsomeinhisscarlet,andyellow,andheknewitwell,butwassecretlyashamedoftheuniform。

Anniecriedhereyesupinthekitchen,onleavinghermother。

Mrs。Morelcriedalittle,thenpattedheronthebackandsaid:

“Butdon’tcry,child,he’llbegoodtoyou。”

Morelstampedandsaidshewasafooltogoandtieherselfup。

Leonardlookedwhiteandoverwrought。Mrs。Morelsaidtohim:

“Is’lltrusthertoyou,mylad,andholdyouresponsible,forher。”

“Youcan,“hesaid,nearlydeadwiththeordeal。Andit,wasallover。

WhenMorelandArthurwereinbed,Paulsattalking,ashe,oftendid,withhismother。

“You’renotsorryshe’smarried,mother,areyou?”heasked。

“I’mnotsorryshe’smarried——but——itseemsstrangethatshe,shouldgofromme。Itevenseemstomehardthatshecanprefer,togowithherLeonard。That’showmothersare——Iknowit’ssilly。”

“Andshallyoubemiserableabouther?”

“WhenIthinkofmyownweddingday,“hismotheranswered,“Icanonlyhopeherlifewillbedifferent。”

“Butyoucantrusthimtobegoodtoher?”

“Yes,yes。Theysayhe’snotgoodenoughforher。ButIsay,ifamanisGENUINE,asheis,andagirlisfondofhim——then——it,shouldbeallright。He’sasgoodasshe。”

“Soyoudon’tmind?”

“IwouldNEVERhaveletadaughterofminemarryamanIdidn’t,FEELtobegenuinethroughandthrough。Andyet,there’sagap,nowshe’sgone。”

Theywerebothmiserable,andwantedherbackagain。

ItseemedtoPaulhismotherlookedlonely,inhernewblacksilk,blousewithitsbitofwhitetrimming。

“Atanyrate,mother,Is’llnevermarry,“hesaid。

“Ay,theyallsaythat,mylad。You’venotmettheoneyet。

Onlywaitayearortwo。”

“ButIshan’tmarry,mother。Ishalllivewithyou,andwe’ll,haveaservant。”

“Ay,mylad,it’seasytotalk。We’llseewhenthetimecomes。”

“Whattime?,I’mnearlytwenty-three。”

“Yes,you’renotonethatwouldmarryyoung。Butin,threeyears’time——“

“Ishallbewithyoujustthesame。”

“We’llsee,myboy,we’llsee。”

“Butyoudon’twantmetomarry?”

“Ishouldn’tliketothinkofyougoingthroughyourlife,withoutanybodytocareforyouanddo——no。”

“AndyouthinkIoughttomarry?”

“Soonerorlatereverymanought。”

“Butyou’dratheritwerelater。”

“Itwouldbehard——andveryhard。It’sastheysay:

“’Ason’smysontillhetakeshimawife,Butmydaughter’smydaughterthewholeofherlife。’“

“AndyouthinkI’dletawifetakemefromyou?”

“Well,youwouldn’taskhertomarryyourmotheraswellasyou,“

Mrs。Morelsmiled。

“Shecoulddowhatsheliked;shewouldn’thavetointerfere。”

“Shewouldn’t——tillshe’dgotyou——andthenyou’dsee。”

“Ineverwillsee。I’llnevermarrywhileI’vegotyou——Iwon’t。”

“ButIshouldn’tliketoleaveyouwithnobody,myboy,“

shecried。

“You’renotgoingtoleaveme。Whatareyou?,Fifty-three!,I’ll,giveyoutillseventy-five。Thereyouare,I’mfatandforty-four。

ThenI’llmarryastaidbody。See!”

Hismothersatandlaughed。

“Gotobed,“shesaid——“gotobed。”

“Andwe’llhaveaprettyhouse,youandme,andaservant,andit’llbejustallright。Is’llperhapsberichwithmypainting。”

“Willyougotobed!”

“Andthenyous’llhaveapony-carriage。Seeyourself——alittle,QueenVictoriatrottinground。”

“Itellyoutogotobed,“shelaughed。

Hekissedherandwent。Hisplansforthefuturewerealways,thesame。

Mrs。Morelsatbrooding——aboutherdaughter,aboutPaul,aboutArthur。ShefrettedatlosingAnnie。Thefamilywasvery,closelybound。AndshefeltsheMUSTlivenow,tobewithher,children。Lifewassorichforher。Paulwantedher,andsodidArthur。

Arthurneverknewhowdeeplyhelovedher。Hewasacreature,ofthemoment。Neveryethadhebeenforcedtorealisehimself。

Thearmyhaddisciplinedhisbody,butnothissoul。Hewasin,perfecthealthandveryhandsome。Hisdark,vigoroushairsatclose,tohissmallishhead。Therewassomethingchildishabouthisnose,somethingalmostgirlishabouthisdarkblueeyes。Buthehadthefun,redmouthofamanunderhisbrownmoustache,andhisjawwasstrong。

Itwashisfather’smouth;itwasthenoseandeyesofherownmother’s,people——good-looking,weak-principledfolk。Mrs。Morelwasanxious,abouthim。Oncehehadreallyruntherighewassafe。Buthowfar,wouldhego?

Thearmyhadnotreallydonehimanygood。Heresented,bitterlytheauthorityoftheofficers。Hehatedhavingtoobey,asifhewereananimal。Buthehadtoomuchsensetokick。

Soheturnedhisattentiontogettingthebestoutofit。

Hecouldsing,hewasaboon-companion。Oftenhegotintoscrapes,buttheywerethemanlyscrapesthatareeasilycondoned。Sohemade,agoodtimeoutofit,whilsthisself-respectwasinsuppression。

Hetrustedtohisgoodlooksandhandsomefigure,hisrefinement,hisdecenteducationtogethimmostofwhathewanted,andhe,wasnotdisappointed。Yethewasrestless。Somethingseemed,tognawhiminside。Hewasneverstill,hewasneveralone。

Withhismotherhewasratherhumble。Paulheadmiredandloved,anddespisedslightly。AndPauladmiredandlovedanddespised,himslightly。

Mrs。Morelhadhadafewpoundslefttoherbyherfather,andshedecidedtobuyhersonoutofthearmy。Hewaswildwithjoy。

Nowhewaslikealadtakingaholiday。

HehadalwaysbeenfondofBeatriceWyld,andduringhisfurlough,hepickedupwithheragain。Shewasstrongerandbetterinhealth。

Thetwooftenwentlongwalkstogether,Arthurtakingherarm,insoldier’sfashion,ratherstiffly。Andshecametoplaythe,pianowhilsthesang。ThenArthurwouldunhookhistuniccollar。

Hegrewflushed,hiseyeswerebright,hesanginamanlytenor。

Afterwardstheysattogetheronthesofa。Heseemedtoflaunt,hisbody:,shewasawareofhimso——thestrongchest,thesides,thethighsintheirclose-fittingtrousers。

Helikedtolapseintothedialectwhenhetalkedtoher。

Shewouldsometimessmokewithhim。Occasionallyshe,wouldonlytakeafewwhiffsathiscigarette。

“Nay,“hesaidtoheroneevening,whenshereached,forhiscigarette。”Nay,thadoesna。I’llgi’etheeasmoke,kissifter’samind。”

“Iwantedawhiff,nokissatall,“sheanswered。

“Well,an’thas’ltha’eawhiff,“hesaid,“alongwi’t’kiss。”

“Iwantadrawatthyfag,“shecried,snatchingforthe,cigarettebetweenhislips。

Hewassittingwithhisshouldertouchingher。Shewassmall,andquickaslightning。Hejustescaped。

“I’llgi’etheeasmokekiss,“hesaid。

“Tha’rtakniveynuisance,ArtyMorel,“shesaid,sittingback。

“Ha’easmokekiss?”

Thesoldierleanedforwardtoher,smiling。Hisfacewas,nearhers。

“Shonna!”shereplied,turningawayherhead。

Hetookadrawathiscigarette,andpurseduphismouth,andputhislipsclosetoher。Hisdark-browncroppedmoustache,stoodoutlikeabrush。Shelookedatthepuckeredcrimsonlips,thensuddenlysnatchedthecigarettefromhisfingersanddartedaway。

He,leapingafterher,seizedthecombfromherbackhair。Sheturned,threwthecigaretteathim。Hepickeditup,putitinhismouth,andsatdown。

“Nuisance!”shecried。”Givememycomb!”

Shewasafraidthatherhair,speciallydoneforhim,wouldcomedown。Shestoodwithherhandstoherhead。Hehid,thecombbetweenhisknees。

“I’venongotit,“hesaid。

Thecigarettetrembledbetweenhislipswithlaughterashespoke。

“Liar!”shesaid。

“’StrueasI’mhere!”helaughed,showinghishands。

“Youbrazenimp!”sheexclaimed,rushingandscufflingfor,thecomb,whichhehadunderhisknees。Asshewrestledwithhim,pullingathissmooth,tight-coveredknees,helaughedtillhe,laybackonthesofashakingwithlaughter。Thecigarettefell,fromhismouthalmostsingeinghisthroat。Underhisdelicatetan,thebloodflushedup,andhelaughedtillhisblueeyeswereblinded,histhroatswollenalmosttochoking。Thenhesatup。Beatricewas,puttinginhercomb。

“Thatickledme,Beat,“hesaidthickly。

Likeaflashhersmallwhitehandwentoutandsmackedhisface。

Hestartedup,glaringather。Theystaredateachother。

Slowlytheflushmountedhercheek,shedroppedhereyes,thenherhead。

Hesatdownsulkily。Shewentintothescullerytoadjustherhair。

Inprivatetheresheshedafewtears,shedidnotknowwhatfor。

Whenshereturnedshewaspursedupclose。Butitwasonlyafilm,overherfire。He,withruffledhair,wassulkinguponthesofa。

Shesatdownopposite,inthearmchair,andneitherspoke。

Theclocktickedinthesilencelikeblows。

“Youarealittlecat,Beat,“hesaidatlength,halfapologetically。

“Well,youshouldn’tbebrazen,“shereplied。

Therewasagainalongsilence。Hewhistledtohimself,likeamanmuchagitatedbutdefiant。Suddenlyshewentacross,tohimandkissedhim。

“Didit,porefing!”shemocked。

Heliftedhisface,smilingcuriously。

“Kiss?”heinvitedher。

“Daren’tI?”sheasked。

“Goon!”hechallenged,hismouthliftedtoher。

Deliberately,andwithapeculiarquiveringsmilethat,seemedtooverspreadherwholebody,sheputhermouthonhis。

Immediatelyhisarmsfoldedroundher。Assoonasthelongkisswas,finishedshedrewbackherheadfromhim,putherdelicatefingers,onhisneck,throughtheopencollar。Thensheclosedhereyes,givingherselfupagaininakiss。

Sheactedofherownfreewill。Whatshewoulddoshedid,andmadenobodyresponsible。

Paulfeltlifechangingaroundhim。Theconditionsofyouth,weregone。Nowitwasahomeofgrown-uppeople。Anniewas,amarriedwoman,Arthurwasfollowinghisownpleasureinaway,unknowntohisfolk。Forsolongtheyhadalllivedathome,andgoneouttopasstheirtime。Butnow,forAnnieandArthur,lifelayoutsidetheirmother’shouse。Theycamehomeforholiday,andforrest。Sotherewasthatstrange,half-emptyfeelingabout,thehouse,asifthebirdshadflown。Paulbecamemoreandmore,unsettled。AnnieandArthurhadgone。Hewasrestlesstofollow。

Yethomewasforhimbesidehismother。Andstilltherewas,somethingelse,somethingoutside,somethinghewanted。

Hegrewmoreandmorerestless。Miriamdidnotsatisfyhim。

Hisoldmaddesiretobewithhergrewweaker。Sometimeshemet,ClarainNottingham,sometimeshewenttomeetingswithher,sometimeshesawheratWilleyFarm。Butontheselastoccasions,thesituationbecamestrained。Therewasatriangleofantagonism,betweenPaulandClaraandMiriam。WithClarahetookonasmart,worldly,mockingtoneveryantagonistictoMiriam。Itdidnot,matterwhatwentbefore。Shemightbeintimateandsadwithhim。

ThenassoonasClaraappeared,itallvanished,andheplayedto,thenewcomer。

Miriamhadonebeautifuleveningwithhiminthehay。

Hehadbeenonthehorse-rake,andhavingfinished,cametohelp,hertoputthehayincocks。Thenhetalkedtoherofhishopes,anddespairs,andhiswholesoulseemedtoliebarebeforeher。

Shefeltasifshewatchedtheveryquiveringstuffoflifeinhim。

Themooncameout:,theywalkedhometogether:,heseemedtohave,cometoherbecauseheneededhersobadly,andshelistenedtohim,gavehimallherloveandherfaith。Itseemedtoherhebrought,herthebestofhimselftokeep,andthatshewouldguarditall,herlife。Nay,theskydidnotcherishthestarsmoresurelyand,eternallythanshewouldguardthegoodinthesoulofPaulMorel。

Shewentonhomealone,feelingexalted,gladinherfaith。

Andthen,thenextday,Claracame。Theyweretohavetea,inthehayfield。Miriamwatchedtheeveningdrawingtogold,andshadow。AndallthetimePaulwassportingwithClara。

Hemadehigherandhigherheapsofhaythattheywerejumpingover。

Miriamdidnotcareforthegame,andstoodaside。EdgarandGeoffrey,andMauriceandClaraandPauljumped。Paulwon,becausehe,waslight。Clara’sbloodwasroused。ShecouldrunlikeanAmazon。

Paullovedthedeterminedwaysherushedatthehay-cockandleaped,landedontheotherside,herbreastsshaken,herthickhair,comeundone。

“Youtouched!”hecried。”Youtouched!”

“No!”sheflashed,turningtoEdgar。”Ididn’ttouch,didI?

Wasn’tIclear?”

“Icouldn’tsay,“laughedEdgar。

Noneofthemcouldsay。

“Butyoutouched,“saidPaul。”You’rebeaten。”

“IdidNOTtouch!”shecried。

“Asplainasanything,“saidPaul。

“Boxhisearsforme!”shecriedtoEdgar。

“Nay,“Edgarlaughed。”Idaren’t。Youmustdoityourself。”

“Andnothingcanalterthefactthatyoutouched,“laughedPaul。

Shewasfuriouswithhim。Herlittletriumphbeforethese,ladsandmenwasgone。Shehadforgottenherselfinthegame。

Nowhewastohumbleher。

“Ithinkyouaredespicable!”shesaid。

Andagainhelaughed,inawaythattorturedMiriam。

“AndIKNEWyoucouldn’tjumpthatheap,“heteased。

Sheturnedherbackonhim。Yeteverybodycouldseethat,theonlypersonshelistenedto,orwasconsciousof,washe,andheofher。Itpleasedthementoseethisbattlebetweenthem。

ButMiriamwastortured。

Paulcouldchoosethelesserinplaceofthehigher,shesaw。

Hecouldbeunfaithfultohimself,unfaithfultothereal,deepPaulMorel。Therewasadangerofhisbecomingfrivolous,ofhis,runningafterhissatisfactionlikeanyArthur,orlikehisfather。

ItmadeMiriambittertothinkthatheshouldthrowawayhissoul,forthisflippanttrafficoftrivialitywithClara。Shewalked,inbitternessandsilence,whiletheothertworalliedeachother,andPaulsported。

Andafterwards,hewouldnotownit,buthewasrather,ashamedofhimself,andprostratedhimselfbeforeMiriam。

Thenagainherebelled。

“It’snotreligioustobereligious,“hesaid。”Ireckon,acrowisreligiouswhenitsailsacrossthesky。Butitonly,doesitbecauseitfeelsitselfcarriedtowhereit’sgoing,notbecauseitthinksitisbeingeternal。”

ButMiriamknewthatoneshouldbereligiousineverything,haveGod,whateverGodmightbe,presentineverything。

“Idon’tbelieveGodknowssuchalotaboutHimself,“

hecried。”Goddoesn’tKNOWthings,HeISthings。

AndI’msureHe’snotsoulful。”

AndthenitseemedtoherthatPaulwasarguingGodontohis,ownside,becausehewantedhisownwayandhisownpleasure。

Therewasalongbattlebetweenhimandher。Hewasutterly,unfaithfultohereveninherownpresence;thenhewasashamed,thenrepentant;thenhehatedher,andwentoffagain。Thosewere,theever-recurringconditions。

Shefrettedhimtothebottomofhissoul。Thereshe,remained——sad,pensive,aworshipper。Andhecausedhersorrow。

Halfthetimehegrievedforher,halfthetimehehatedher。

Shewashisconscience;andhefelt,somehow,hehadgotaconscience,thatwastoomuchforhim。Hecouldnotleaveher,becauseinone,wayshedidholdthebestofhim。Hecouldnotstaywithher,becauseshedidnottaketherestofhim,whichwasthree-quarters。

Sohechafedhimselfintorawnessoverher。

Whenshewastwenty-onehewroteheraletterwhichcould,onlyhavebeenwrittentoher。

“MayIspeakofourold,wornlove,thislasttime。It,too,ischanging,isitnot?,Say,hasnotthebodyofthatlovedied,andleftyouitsinvulnerablesoul?,Yousee,Icangiveyou,aspiritlove,Ihavegivenityouthislong,longtime;butnot,embodiedpassion。See,youareanun。IhavegivenyouwhatI

wouldgiveaholynun——asamysticmonktoamysticnun。Surelyyou,esteemitbest。Yetyouregret——no,haveregretted——theother。

Inallourrelationsnobodyenters。Idonottalktoyouthrough,thesenses——ratherthroughthespirit。Thatiswhywecannotlove,inthecommonsense。Oursisnotaneverydayaffection。Asyetwe,aremortal,andtolivesidebysidewithoneanotherwouldbedreadful,forsomehowwithyouIcannotlongbetrivial,and,youknow,tobealwaysbeyondthismortalstatewouldbetoloseit。

Ifpeoplemarry,theymustlivetogetherasaffectionatehumans,whomaybecommonplacewitheachotherwithoutfeelingawkward——not,astwosouls。SoIfeelit。

“OughtItosendthisletter?——Idoubtit。Butthere——it,isbesttounderstand。Aurevoir。”

Miriamreadthislettertwice,afterwhichshesealeditup。

Ayearlatershebrokethesealtoshowhermothertheletter。

“Youareanun——youareanun。”,Thewordswentintoherheart,againandagain。Nothingheeverhadsaidhadgoneintoher,sodeeply,fixedly,likeamortalwound。

Sheansweredhimtwodaysaftertheparty。

“’Ourintimacywouldhavebeenall-beautifulbutforone,littlemistake,’“shequoted。”Wasthemistakemine?”

AlmostimmediatelyherepliedtoherfromNottingham,sendingheratthesametimealittle“OmarKhayyam。”

“Iamgladyouanswered;youaresocalmandnaturalyouput,metoshame。WhataranterIam!,Weareoftenoutofsympathy。

ButinfundamentalswemayalwaysbetogetherIthink。

“Imustthankyouforyoursympathywithmypaintinganddrawing。

Manyasketchisdedicatedtoyou。Idolookforwardtoyourcriticisms,which,tomyshameandglory,arealwaysgrandappreciations。

Itisalovelyjoke,that。Aurevoir。”

ThiswastheendofthefirstphaseofPaul’sloveaffair。

Hewasnowabouttwenty-threeyearsold,and,thoughstillvirgin,thesexinstinctthatMiriamhadover-refinedforsolongnow,grewparticularlystrong。Often,ashetalkedtoClaraDawes,camethatthickeningandquickeningofhisblood,thatpeculiar,concentrationinthebreast,asifsomethingwerealivethere,anewselforanewcentreofconsciousness,warninghimthat,soonerorlaterhewouldhavetoaskonewomanoranother。Buthe,belongedtoMiriam。Ofthatshewassofixedlysurethatheallowed,herright。

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