Chapter1
SistersURSULAANDGUDRUNBrangwensatonemorninginthewindow—bayoftheirfather'shouseinBeldover,workingandtalking。Ursulawasstitchingapieceofbrightly—colouredembroidery,andGudrunwasdrawinguponaboardwhichsheheldonherknee。
Theyweremostlysilent,talkingastheirthoughtsstrayedthroughtheirminds。
`Ursula,'saidGudrun,`don'tyoureallywanttogetmarried?'
Ursulalaidherembroideryinherlapandlookedup。Herfacewascalmandconsiderate。
`Idon'tknow,'shereplied。`Itdependshowyoumean。'
Gudrunwasslightlytakenaback。Shewatchedhersisterforsomemoments。
`Well,'shesaid,ironically,`itusuallymeansonething!Butdon'tyouthinkanyhow,you'dbe——'shedarkenedslightly——`inabetterpositionthanyouareinnow。'
AshadowcameoverUrsula'sface。
`Imight,'shesaid。`ButI'mnotsure。'
AgainGudrunpaused,slightlyirritated。Shewantedtobequitedefinite。
`Youdon'tthinkoneneedstheexperienceofhavingbeenmarried?'
sheasked。
`Doyouthinkitneedbeanexperience?'repliedUrsula。
`Boundtobe,insomewayorother,'saidGudrun,coolly。`Possiblyundesirable,butboundtobeanexperienceofsomesort。'
`Notreally,'saidUrsula。`Morelikelytobetheendofexperience。'
Gudrunsatverystill,toattendtothis。
`Ofcourse,'shesaid,`there'sthattoconsider。'Thisbroughttheconversationtoaclose。Gudrun,almostangrily,tookupherrubberandbegantoruboutpartofherdrawing。Ursulastitchedabsorbedly。
`Youwouldn'tconsideragoodoffer?'askedGudrun。
`IthinkI'verejectedseveral,'saidUrsula。
`Really!'Gudrunflusheddark——`Butanythingreallyworthwhile?
Haveyoureally?'
`Athousandayear,andanawfullyniceman。Ilikedhimawfully,'saidUrsula。
`Really!Butweren'tyoufearfullytempted?'
`Intheabstractbutnotintheconcrete,'saidUrsula。`Whenitcomestothepoint,oneisn'teventempted——oh,ifIweretempted,I'dmarrylikeashot。I'monlytemptednotto。'Thefacesofbothsisterssuddenlylitupwithamusement。
`Isn'titanamazingthing,'criedGudrun,`howstrongthetemptationis,notto!'Theybothlaughed,lookingateachother。Intheirheartstheywerefrightened。
Therewasalongpause,whilstUrsulastitchedandGudrunwentonwithhersketch。Thesisterswerewomen,Ursulatwenty—six,andGudruntwenty—five。
Butbothhadtheremote,virginlookofmoderngirls,sistersofArtemisratherthanofHebe。Gudrunwasverybeautiful,passive,soft—skinned,soft—limbed。Sheworeadressofdark—bluesilkystuff,withruchesofblueandgreenlinenlaceintheneckandsleeves;andshehademerald—greenstockings。HerlookofconfidenceanddiffidencecontrastedwithUrsula'ssensitiveexpectancy。Theprovincialpeople,intimidatedbyGudrun'sperfectsang—froidandexclusivebarenessofmanner,saidofher:`Sheisasmartwoman。'ShehadjustcomebackfromLondon,whereshehadspentseveralyears,workingatanart—school,asastudent,andlivingastudiolife。
`Iwashopingnowforamantocomealong,'Gudrunsaid,suddenlycatchingherunderlipbetweenherteeth,andmakingastrangegrimace,halfslysmiling,halfanguish。Ursulawasafraid。
`Soyouhavecomehome,expectinghimhere?'shelaughed。
`Ohmydear,'criedGudrun,strident,`Iwouldn'tgooutofmywaytolookforhim。Butiftheredidhappentocomealongahighlyattractiveindividualofsufficientmeans——well——'shetailedoffironically。ThenshelookedsearchinglyatUrsula,asiftoprobeher。`Don'tyoufindyourselfgettingbored?'sheaskedofhersister。`Don'tyoufind,thatthingsfailtomaterialise?Nothingmaterialises!Everythingwithersinthebud。'
`Whatwithersinthebud?'askedUrsula。
`Oh,everything——oneself——thingsingeneral。'Therewasapause,whilsteachsistervaguelyconsideredherfate。
`Itdoesfrightenone,'saidUrsula,andagaintherewasapause。`Butdoyouhopetogetanywherebyjustmarrying?'
`Itseemstobetheinevitablenextstep,'saidGudrun。Ursulaponderedthis,withalittlebitterness。Shewasaclassmistressherself,inWilleyGreenGrammarSchool,asshehadbeenforsomeyears。
`Iknow,'shesaid,`itseemslikethatwhenonethinksintheabstract。
Butreallyimagineit:imagineanymanoneknows,imaginehimcominghometooneeveryevening,andsaying"Hello,"andgivingoneakiss——'
Therewasablankpause。
`Yes,'saidGudrun,inanarrowedvoice。`It'sjustimpossible。Themanmakesitimpossible。'
`Ofcoursethere'schildren——'saidUrsuladoubtfully。
Gudrun'sfacehardened。
`Doyoureallywantchildren,Ursula?'sheaskedcoldly。Adazzled,baffledlookcameonUrsula'sface。
`Onefeelsitisstillbeyondone,'shesaid。
`Doyoufeellikethat?'askedGudrun。`Igetnofeelingwhateverfromthethoughtofbearingchildren。'
GudrunlookedatUrsulawithamasklike,expressionlessface。Ursulaknittedherbrows。
`Perhapsitisn'tgenuine,'shefaltered。`Perhapsonedoesn'treallywantthem,inone'ssoul——onlysuperficially。'AhardnesscameoverGudrun'sface。Shedidnotwanttobetoodefinite。
`Whenonethinksofotherpeople'schildren——'saidUrsula。
AgainGudrunlookedathersister,almosthostile。
`Exactly,'shesaid,toclosetheconversation。
Thetwosistersworkedoninsilence,Ursulahavingalwaysthatstrangebrightnessofanessentialflamethatiscaught,meshed,contravened。Shelivedagooddealbyherself,toherself,working,passingonfromdaytoday,andalwaysthinking,tryingtolayholdonlife,tograspitinherownunderstanding。Heractivelivingwassuspended,butunderneath,inthedarkness,somethingwascomingtopass。Ifonlyshecouldbreakthroughthelastinteguments!Sheseemedtotryandputherhandsout,likeaninfantinthewomb,andshecouldnot,notyet。Stillshehadastrangeprescience,anintimationofsomethingyettocome。
Shelaiddownherworkandlookedathersister。ShethoughtGudrunsocharming,soinfinitelycharming,inhersoftnessandherfine,exquisiterichnessoftextureanddelicacyofline。Therewasacertainplayfulnessabouthertoo,suchapiquancyorironicsuggestion,suchanuntouchedreserve。Ursulaadmiredherwithallhersoul。
`Whydidyoucomehome,Prune?'sheasked。
Gudrunknewshewasbeingadmired。ShesatbackfromherdrawingandlookedatUrsula,fromunderherfinely—curvedlashes。
`WhydidIcomeback,Ursula?'sherepeated。`Ihaveaskedmyselfathousandtimes。'
`Anddon'tyouknow?'
`Yes,IthinkIdo。Ithinkmycomingbackhomewasjustreculerpourmieuxsauter。'
Andshelookedwithalong,slowlookofknowledgeatUrsula。
`Iknow!'criedUrsula,lookingslightlydazzledandfalsified,andasifshedidnotknow。`Butwherecanonejumpto?'
`Oh,itdoesn'tmatter,'saidGudrun,somewhatsuperbly。`Ifonejumpsovertheedge,oneisboundtolandsomewhere。'
`Butisn'titveryrisky?'askedUrsula。
AslowmockingsmiledawnedonGudrun'sface。
`Ah!'shesaidlaughing。`Whatisitallbutwords!'Andsoagainsheclosedtheconversation。ButUrsulawasstillbrooding。
`Andhowdoyoufindhome,nowyouhavecomebacktoit?'sheasked。
Gudrunpausedforsomemoments,coldly,beforeanswering。Then,inacoldtruthfulvoice,shesaid:
`Ifindmyselfcompletelyoutofit。'
`Andfather?'
GudrunlookedatUrsula,almostwithresentment,asifbroughttobay。
`Ihaven'tthoughtabouthim:I'verefrained,'shesaidcoldly。
`Yes,'waveredUrsula;andtheconversationwasreallyatanend。Thesistersfoundthemselvesconfrontedbyavoid,aterrifyingchasm,asiftheyhadlookedovertheedge。
Theyworkedoninsilenceforsometime,Gudrun'scheekwasflushedwithrepressedemotion。Sheresenteditshavingbeencalledintobeing。
`Shallwegooutandlookatthatwedding?'sheaskedatlength,inavoicethatwastoocasual。
`Yes!'criedUrsula,tooeagerly,throwingasidehersewingandleapingup,asiftoescapesomething,thusbetrayingthetensionofthesituationandcausingafrictionofdisliketogooverGudrun'snerves。
Asshewentupstairs,Ursulawasawareofthehouse,ofherhomeroundabouther。Andsheloathedit,thesordid,too—familiarplace!Shewasafraidatthedepthofherfeelingagainstthehome,themilieu,thewholeatmosphereandconditionofthisobsoletelife。Herfeelingfrightenedher。
ThetwogirlsweresoonwalkingswiftlydownthemainroadofBeldover,awidestreet,partshops,partdwelling—houses,utterlyformlessandsordid,withoutpoverty。Gudrun,newfromherlifeinChelseaandSussex,shrankcruellyfromthisamorphousuglinessofasmallcollierytownintheMidlands。
Yetforwardshewent,throughthewholesordidgamutofpettiness,thelongamorphous,grittystreet。Shewasexposedtoeverystare,shepassedonthroughastretchoftorment。Itwasstrangethatsheshouldhavechosentocomebackandtestthefulleffectofthisshapeless,barrenuglinessuponherself。Whyhadshewantedtosubmitherselftoit,didshestillwanttosubmitherselftoit,theinsufferabletortureoftheseugly,meaninglesspeople,thisdefacedcountryside?Shefeltlikeabeetletoilinginthedust。Shewasfilledwithrepulsion。
Theyturnedoffthemainroad,pastablackpatchofcommon—garden,wheresootycabbagestumpsstoodshameless。Noonethoughttobeashamed。
Noonewasashamedofitall。
`Itislikeacountryinanunderworld,'saidGudrun。`Thecolliersbringitabove—groundwiththem,shovelitup。Ursula,it'smarvellous,it'sreallymarvellous——it'sreallywonderful,anotherworld。Thepeopleareallghouls,andeverythingisghostly。Everythingisaghoulishreplicaoftherealworld,areplica,aghoul,allsoiled,everythingsordid。It'slikebeingmad,Ursula。'
Thesisterswerecrossingablackpaththroughadark,soiledfield。
Ontheleftwasalargelandscape,avalleywithcollieries,andoppositehillswithcornfieldsandwoods,allblackenedwithdistance,asifseenthroughaveilofcrape。Whiteandblacksmokeroseupinsteadycolumns,magicwithinthedarkair。Nearathandcamethelongrowsofdwellings,approachingcurvedupthehill—slope,instraightlinesalongthebrowofthehill。Theywereofdarkenedredbrick,brittle,withdarkslateroofs。Thepathonwhichthesisterswalkedwasblack,trodden—inbythefeetoftherecurrentcolliers,andboundedfromthefieldbyironfences;
thestilethatledagainintotheroadwasrubbedshinybythemoleskinsofthepassingminers。Nowthetwogirlsweregoingbetweensomerowsofdwellings,ofthepoorersort。Women,theirarmsfoldedovertheircoarseaprons,standinggossipingattheendoftheirblock,staredaftertheBrangwensisterswiththatlong,unwearyingstareofaborigines;childrencalledoutnames。
Gudrunwentonherwayhalfdazed。Ifthiswerehumanlife,ifthesewerehumanbeings,livinginacompleteworld,thenwhatwasherownworld,outside?Shewasawareofhergrass—greenstockings,herlargegrass—greenvelourhat,herfullsoftcoat,ofastrongbluecolour。Andshefeltasifsheweretreadingintheair,quiteunstable,herheartwascontracted,asifatanyminuteshemightbeprecipitatedtotheground。Shewasafraid。
SheclungtoUrsula,who,throughlongusagewasinuredtothisviolationofadark,uncreated,hostileworld。Butallthetimeherheartwascrying,asifinthemidstofsomeordeal:`Iwanttogoback,Iwanttogoaway,Iwantnottoknowit,nottoknowthatthisexists。'Yetshemustgoforward。
Ursulacouldfeelhersuffering。
`Youhatethis,don'tyou?'sheasked。
`Itbewildersme,'stammeredGudrun。
`Youwon'tstaylong,'repliedUrsula。
AndGudrunwentalong,graspingatrelease。
Theydrewawayfromthecollieryregion,overthecurveofthehill,intothepurercountryoftheotherside,towardsWilleyGreen。Stillthefaintglamourofblacknesspersistedoverthefieldsandthewoodedhills,andseemeddarklytogleamintheair。Itwasaspringday,chill,withsnatchesofsunshine。Yellowcelandinesshowedoutfromthehedge—bottoms,andinthecottagegardensofWilleyGreen,currant—busheswerebreakingintoleaf,andlittleflowerswerecomingwhiteonthegreyalyssumthathungoverthestonewalls。
Turning,theypasseddownthehigh—road,thatwentbetweenhighbankstowardsthechurch。There,inthelowestbendoftheroad,lowunderthetrees,stoodalittlegroupofexpectantpeople,waitingtoseethewedding。
Thedaughterofthechiefmine—ownerofthedistrict,ThomasCrich,wasgettingmarriedtoanavalofficer。
`Letusgoback,'saidGudrun,swervingaway。`Thereareallthosepeople。'
Andshehungwaveringintheroad。
`Nevermindthem,'saidUrsula,`they'reallright。Theyallknowme,theydon'tmatter。'
`Butmustwegothroughthem?'askedGudrun。
`They'requiteallright,really,'saidUrsula,goingforward。Andtogetherthetwosistersapproachedthegroupofuneasy,watchfulcommonpeople。
Theywerechieflywomen,colliers'wivesofthemoreshiftlesssort。Theyhadwatchful,underworldfaces。
Thetwosistersheldthemselvestense,andwentstraighttowardsthegate。Thewomenmadewayforthem,butbarelysufficient,asifgrudgingtoyieldground。Thesisterspassedinsilencethroughthestonegatewayandupthesteps,ontheredcarpet,apolicemanestimatingtheirprogress。
`Whatpricethestockings!'saidavoiceatthebackofGudrun。Asuddenfierceangersweptoverthegirl,violentandmurderous。Shewouldhavelikedthemallannihilated,clearedaway,sothattheworldwasleftclearforher。Howshehatedwalkingupthechurchyardpath,alongtheredcarpet,continuinginmotion,intheirsight。
`Iwon'tgointothechurch,'shesaidsuddenly,withsuchfinaldecisionthatUrsulaimmediatelyhalted,turnedround,andbranchedoffupasmallsidepathwhichledtothelittleprivategateoftheGrammarSchool,whosegroundsadjoinedthoseofthechurch。
Justinsidethegateoftheschoolshrubbery,outsidethechurchyard,Ursulasatdownforamomentonthelowstonewallunderthelaurelbushes,torest。Behindher,thelargeredbuildingoftheschoolroseuppeacefully,thewindowsallopenfortheholiday。Overtheshrubs,beforeher,werethepaleroofsandtoweroftheoldchurch。Thesisterswerehiddenbythefoliage。
Gudrunsatdowninsilence。Hermouthwasshutclose,herfaceaverted。
Shewasregrettingbitterlythatshehadevercomeback。Ursulalookedather,andthoughthowamazinglybeautifulshewas,flushedwithdiscomfiture。
ButshecausedaconstraintoverUrsula'snature,acertainweariness。
Ursulawishedtobealone,freedfromthetightness,theenclosureofGudrun'spresence。
`Arewegoingtostayhere?'askedGudrun。
`Iwasonlyrestingaminute,'saidUrsula,gettingupasifrebuked。
`Wewillstandinthecornerbythefives—court,weshallseeeverythingfromthere。'
Forthemoment,thesunshinefellbrightlyintothechurchyard,therewasavaguescentofsapandofspring,perhapsofvioletsfromoffthegraves。Somewhitedaisieswereout,brightasangels。Intheair,theunfoldingleavesofacopper—beechwereblood—red。
Punctuallyateleveno'clock,thecarriagesbegantoarrive。Therewasastirinthecrowdatthegate,aconcentrationasacarriagedroveup,weddingguestsweremountingupthestepsandpassingalongtheredcarpettothechurch。Theywereallgayandexcitedbecausethesunwasshining。
Gudrunwatchedthemclosely,withobjectivecuriosity。Shesaweachoneasacompletefigure,likeacharacterinabook,orasubjectinapicture,oramarionetteinatheatre,afinishedcreation。Shelovedtorecognisetheirvariouscharacteristics,toplacethemintheirtruelight,givethemtheirownsurroundings,settlethemforeverastheypassedbeforeheralongthepathtothechurch。Sheknewthem,theywerefinished,sealedandstampedandfinishedwith,forher。Therewasnonethathadanythingunknown,unresolved,untiltheCrichesthemselvesbegantoappear。Thenherinterestwaspiqued。Herewassomethingnotquitesopreconcluded。
Therecamethemother,MrsCrich,withhereldestsonGerald。Shewasaqueerunkemptfigure,inspiteoftheattemptsthathadobviouslybeenmadetobringherintolinefortheday。Herfacewaspale,yellowish,withaclear,transparentskin,sheleanedforwardrather,herfeatureswerestronglymarked,handsome,withatense,unseeing,predativelook。
Hercolourlesshairwasuntidy,wispsfloatingdownontohersaccoatofdarkbluesilk,fromunderherbluesilkhat。Shelookedlikeawomanwithamonomania,furtivealmost,butheavilyproud。
Hersonwasofafair,sun—tannedtype,ratherabovemiddleheight,well—made,andalmostexaggeratedlywell—dressed。Butabouthimalsowasthestrange,guardedlook,theunconsciousglisten,asifhedidnotbelongtothesamecreationasthepeopleabouthim。Gudrunlightedonhimatonce。Therewassomethingnorthernabouthimthatmagnetisedher。Inhisclearnorthernfleshandhisfairhairwasaglistenlikesunshinerefractedthroughcrystalsofice。Andhelookedsonew,unbroached,pureasanarcticthing。Perhapshewasthirtyyearsold,perhapsmore。Hisgleamingbeauty,maleness,likeayoung,good—humoured,smilingwolf,didnotblindhertothesignificant,sinisterstillnessinhisbearing,thelurkingdangerofhisunsubduedtemper。`Histotemisthewolf,'sherepeatedtoherself。
`Hismotherisanold,unbrokenwolf。'Andthensheexperiencedakeenparoxyism,atransport,asifshehadmadesomeincrediblediscovery,knowntonobodyelseonearth。Astrangetransporttookpossessionofher,allherveinswereinaparoxysmofviolentsensation。`GoodGod!'sheexclaimedtoherself,`whatisthis?'Andthen,amomentafter,shewassayingassuredly,`Ishallknowmoreofthatman。'Shewastorturedwithdesiretoseehimagain,anostalgia,anecessitytoseehimagain,tomakesureitwasnotallamistake,thatshewasnotdeludingherself,thatshereallyfeltthisstrangeandoverwhelmingsensationonhisaccount,thisknowledgeofhiminheressence,thispowerfulapprehensionofhim。`AmIreallysingledoutforhiminsomeway,istherereallysomepalegold,arcticlightthatenvelopesonlyustwo?'sheaskedherself。Andshecouldnotbelieveit,sheremainedinamuse,scarcelyconsciousofwhatwasgoingonaround。
Thebridesmaidswerehere,andyetthebridegroomhadnotcome。Ursulawonderedifsomethingwasamiss,andiftheweddingwouldyetallgowrong。
Shefelttroubled,asifitresteduponher。Thechiefbridesmaidshadarrived。Ursulawatchedthemcomeupthesteps。Oneofthemsheknew,atall,slow,reluctantwomanwithaweightoffairhairandapale,longface。ThiswasHermioneRoddice,afriendoftheCriches。Nowshecamealong,withherheadheldup,balancinganenormousflathatofpaleyellowvelvet,onwhichwerestreaksofostrichfeathers,naturalandgrey。Shedriftedforwardasifscarcelyconscious,herlongblanchedfaceliftedup,nottoseetheworld。Shewasrich。Sheworeadressofsilky,frailvelvet,ofpaleyellowcolour,andshecarriedalotofsmallrose—colouredcyclamens。Hershoesandstockingswereofbrownishgrey,likethefeathersonherhat,herhairwasheavy,shedriftedalongwithapeculiarfixityofthehips,astrangeunwillingmotion。Shewasimpressive,inherlovelypale—yellowandbrownish—rose,yetmacabre,somethingrepulsive。Peopleweresilentwhenshepassed,impressed,roused,wantingtojeer,yetforsomereasonsilenced。Herlong,paleface,thatshecarriedliftedup,somewhatintheRossettifashion,seemedalmostdrugged,asifastrangemassofthoughtscoiledinthedarknesswithinher,andshewasneverallowedtoescape。
Ursulawatchedherwithfascination。Sheknewheralittle。ShewasthemostremarkablewomanintheMidlands。HerfatherwasaDerbyshireBaronetoftheoldschool,shewasawomanofthenewschool,fullofintellectuality,andheavy,nerve—wornwithconsciousness。Shewaspassionatelyinterestedinreform,hersoulwasgivenuptothepubliccause。Butshewasaman'swoman,itwasthemanlyworldthatheldher。
Shehadvariousintimaciesofmindandsoulwithvariousmenofcapacity。
Ursulaknew,amongthesemen,onlyRupertBirkin,whowasoneoftheschool—inspectorsofthecounty。ButGudrunhadmetothers,inLondon。Movingwithherartistfriendsindifferentkindsofsociety,Gudrunhadalreadycometoknowagoodmanypeopleofreputeandstanding。ShehadmetHermionetwice,buttheydidnottaketoeachother。ItwouldbequeertomeetagaindownhereintheMidlands,wheretheirsocialstandingwassodiverse,aftertheyhadknowneachotherontermsofequalityinthehousesofsundryacquaintancesintown。ForGudrunhadbeenasocialsuccess,andhadherfriendsamongtheslackaristocracythatkeepstouchwiththearts。
Hermioneknewherselftobewell—dressed;sheknewherselftobethesocialequal,ifnotfarthesuperior,ofanyoneshewaslikelytomeetinWilleyGreen。Sheknewshewasacceptedintheworldofcultureandofintellect。ShewasaKulturtrager,amediumforthecultureofideas。Withallthatwashighest,whetherinsocietyorinthoughtorinpublicaction,oreveninart,shewasatone,shemovedamongtheforemost,athomewiththem。Noonecouldputherdown,noonecouldmakemockofher,becauseshestoodamongthefirst,andthosethatwereagainstherwerebelowher,eitherinrank,orinwealth,orinhighassociationofthoughtandprogressandunderstanding。So,shewasinvulnerable。Allherlife,shehadsoughttomakeherselfinvulnerable,unassailable,beyondreachoftheworld'sjudgment。
Andyethersoulwastortured,exposed。Evenwalkingupthepathtothechurch,confidentasshewasthatineveryrespectshestoodbeyondallvulgarjudgment,knowingperfectlythatherappearancewascompleteandperfect,accordingtothefirststandards,yetshesufferedatorture,underherconfidenceandherpride,feelingherselfexposedtowoundsandtomockeryandtodespite。Shealwaysfeltvulnerable,vulnerable,therewasalwaysasecretchinkinherarmour。Shedidnotknowherselfwhatitwas。Itwasalackofrobustself,shehadnonaturalsufficiency,therewasaterriblevoid,alack,adeficiencyofbeingwithinher。
Andshewantedsomeonetocloseupthisdeficiency,tocloseitupforever。ShecravedforRupertBirkin。Whenhewasthere,shefeltcomplete,shewassufficient,whole。Fortherestoftimeshewasestablishedonthesand,builtoverachasm,and,inspiteofallhervanityandsecurities,anycommonmaid—servantofpositive,robusttempercouldflingherdownthisbottomlesspitofinsufficiency,bytheslightestmovementofjeeringorcontempt。Andallthewhilethepensive,torturedwomanpiledupherowndefencesofaestheticknowledge,andculture,andworld—visions,anddisinterestedness。Yetshecouldneverstopuptheterriblegapofinsufficiency。
IfonlyBirkinwouldformacloseandabidingconnectionwithher,shewouldbesafeduringthisfretfulvoyageoflife。Hecouldmakehersoundandtriumphant,triumphantovertheveryangelsofheaven。Ifonlyhewoulddoit!Butshewastorturedwithfear,withmisgiving。Shemadeherselfbeautiful,shestrovesohardtocometothatdegreeofbeautyandadvantage,whenheshouldbeconvinced。Butalwaystherewasadeficiency。
Hewasperversetoo。Hefoughtheroff,healwaysfoughtheroff。Themoreshestrovetobringhimtoher,themorehebattledherback。Andtheyhadbeenloversnow,foryears。Oh,itwassowearying,soaching;
shewassotired。Butstillshebelievedinherself。Sheknewhewastryingtoleaveher。Sheknewhewastryingtobreakawayfromherfinally,tobefree。Butstillshebelievedinherstrengthtokeephim,shebelievedinherownhigherknowledge。Hisownknowledgewashigh,shewasthecentraltouchstoneoftruth。Sheonlyneededhisconjunctionwithher。
Andthis,thisconjunctionwithher,whichwashishighestfulfilmentalso,withtheperversenessofawilfulchildhewantedtodeny。Withthewilfulnessofanobstinatechild,hewantedtobreaktheholyconnectionthatwasbetweenthem。
Hewouldbeatthiswedding;hewastobegroom'sman。Hewouldbeinthechurch,waiting。Hewouldknowwhenshecame。Sheshudderedwithnervousapprehensionanddesireasshewentthroughthechurch—door。Hewouldbethere,surelyhewouldseehowbeautifulherdresswas,surelyhewouldseehowshehadmadeherselfbeautifulforhim。Hewouldunderstand,hewouldbeabletoseehowshewasmadeforhim,thefirst,howshewas,forhim,thehighest。Surelyatlasthewouldbeabletoaccepthishighestfate,hewouldnotdenyher。
Inalittleconvulsionoftoo—tiredyearning,sheenteredthechurchandlookedslowlyalonghercheeksforhim,herslenderbodyconvulsedwithagitation。Asbestman,hewouldbestandingbesidethealtar。Shelookedslowly,deferringinhercertainty。
Andthen,hewasnotthere。Aterriblestormcameoverher,asifsheweredrowning。Shewaspossessedbyadevastatinghopelessness。Andsheapproachedmechanicallytothealtar。Neverhadsheknownsuchapangofutterandfinalhopelessness。Itwasbeyonddeath,soutterlynull,desert。
Thebridegroomandthegroom'smanhadnotyetcome。Therewasagrowingconsternationoutside。Ursulafeltalmostresponsible。Shecouldnotbearitthatthebrideshouldarrive,andnogroom。Theweddingmustnotbeafiasco,itmustnot。
Butherewasthebride'scarriage,adornedwithribbonsandcockades。
Gailythegreyhorsescurvettedtotheirdestinationatthechurch—gate,alaughterinthewholemovement。Herewasthequickofalllaughterandpleasure。Thedoorofthecarriagewasthrownopen,toletouttheveryblossomoftheday。Thepeopleontheroadwaymurmuredfaintlywiththediscontentedmurmuringofacrowd。
Thefathersteppedoutfirstintotheairofthemorning,likeashadow。
Hewasatall,thin,carewornman,withathinblackbeardthatwastouchedwithgrey。Hewaitedatthedoorofthecarriagepatiently,self—obliterated。
Intheopeningofthedoorwaywasashoweroffinefoliageandflowers,awhitenessofsatinandlace,andasoundofagayvoicesaying:
`HowdoIgetout?'
Arippleofsatisfactionranthroughtheexpectantpeople。Theypressedneartoreceiveher,lookingwithzestatthestoopingblondheadwithitsflowerbuds,andatthedelicate,white,tentativefootthatwasreachingdowntothestepofthecarriage。Therewasasuddenfoamingrush,andthebridelikeasuddensurf—rush,floatingallwhitebesideherfatherinthemorningshadowoftrees,herveilflowingwithlaughter。
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