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第1章

  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。