the island pharisees-第28章
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the hands of God。〃
Shelton was silent。
〃The questions of morality;〃 said the parson promptly; 〃have always
lain through God in the hands of men; not women。 We are the
reasonable sex。〃
Shelton stubbornly replied
〃We 're certainly the greater humbugs; if that 's the same。〃
〃This is too bad;〃 exclaimed the parson with some heat。
〃I 'm sorry; sir; but how can you expect women nowadays to have the
same views as our grandmothers? We men; by our commercial
enterprise; have brought about a different state of things; yet; for
the sake of our own comfort; we try to keep women where they were。
It's always those men who are most keen about their comfort〃 and in
his heat the sarcasm of using the word 〃comfort〃 in that room was
lost on him〃who are so ready to accuse women of deserting the old
morality。〃
The parson quivered with impatient irony。
〃Old morality! new morality!〃 he said。 〃These are strange words。〃
〃Forgive me;〃 explained Shelton; 〃we 're talking of working morality;
I imagine。 There's not a man in a million fit to talk of true
morality。〃
The eyes of his host contracted。
〃I think;〃 he saidand his voice sounded as if he had pinched it in
the endeavour to impress his listener〃that any well…educated man
who honestly tries to serve his God has the right humblyI say
humblyto claim morality。〃
Shelton was on the point of saying something bitter; but checked
himself。 〃Here am I;〃 thought he; 〃trying to get the last word; like
an old woman。〃
At this moment there was heard a piteous mewing; the parson went
towards the door。
〃Excuse me a moment; I 'm afraid that's one of my cats out in the
wet。〃 He returned a minute later with a wet cat in his arms。 〃They
will get out;〃 he said to Shelton; with a smile on his thin face;
suffused by stooping。 And absently he stroked the dripping cat;
while a drop of wet ran off his nose。 〃Poor pussy; poor pussy!〃 The
sound of that 〃Poor pussy!〃 like nothing human in its cracked
superiority; the softness of that smile; like the smile of gentleness
itself; haunted Shelton till he fell asleep。
CHAPTER XVIII
ACADEMIC
The last sunlight was playing on the roofs when the travellers
entered that High Street grave and holy to all Oxford men。 The
spirit hovering above the spires was as different from its
concretions in their caps and gowns as ever the spirit of Christ was
from church dogmas。
〃Shall we go into Grinnings'?〃 asked Shelton; as they passed the
club。
But each looked at his clothes; for two elegant young men in flannel
suits were coming out。
〃You go;〃 said Crocker; with a smirk。
Shelton shook his head。 Never before had he felt such love for this
old city。 It was gone now from out his life; but everything about it
seemed so good and fine; even its exclusive air was not ignoble。
Clothed in the calm of history; the golden web of glorious tradition;
radiant with the alchemy of memories; it bewitched him like the
perfume of a woman's dress。 At the entrance of a college they
glanced in at the cool grey patch of stone beyond; and the scarlet of
a window flowerboxsecluded; mysteriously calma narrow vision of
the sacred past。 Pale and trencher…capped; a youth with pimply face
and random nose; grabbing at his cloven gown; was gazing at the
noticeboard。 The college porterlarge man; fresh…faced; and small…
mouthedstood at his lodge door in a frank and deferential attitude。
An image of routine; he looked like one engaged to give a decorous
air to multitudes of pecadilloes。 His blue eyes rested on the
travellers。 〃I don't know you; sirs; but if you want to speak I
shall be glad to hear the observations you may have to make;〃 they
seemed to say。
Against the wall reposed a bicycle with tennis…racquet buckled to its
handle。 A bull…dog bitch; working her snout from side to side; was
snuffling horribly; the great iron…studded door to which her chain
was fastened stayed immovable。 Through this narrow mouth; human
metal had been poured for centuriespoured; moulded; given back。
〃Come along;〃 said Shelton。
They now entered the Bishop's Head; and had their dinner in the room
where Shelton had given his Derby dinner to four…and…twenty well…bred
youths; here was the picture of the racehorse that the wineglass;
thrown by one of them; had missed when it hit the waiter; and there;
serving Crocker with anchovy sauce; was the very waiter。 When they
had finished; Shelton felt the old desire to rise with difficulty
from the table; the old longing to patrol the streets with arm hooked
in some other arm; the old eagerness to dare and do something heroic
and unlawful; the old sense that he was of the forest set; in the
forest college; of the forest country in the finest world。 The
streets; all grave and mellow in the sunset; seemed to applaud this
after…dinner stroll; the entrance quad of his old collegespaciously
majestic; monastically modern; for years the heart of his universe;
the focus of what had gone before it in his life; casting the shadow
of its grey walls over all that had come after…brought him a sense of
rest from conflict; and trust in his own important safety。 The
garden…gate; whose lofty spikes he had so often crowned with empty
water…bottles; failed to rouse him。 Nor when they passed the
staircase where he had flung a leg of lamb at some indelicate
disturbing tutor; did he feel remorse。 High on that staircase were
the rooms in which he had crammed for his degree; upon the system by
which the scholar simmers on the fire of cramming; boils over at the
moment of examination; and is extinct for ever after。 His coach's
face recurred to him; a man with thrusting eyes; who reeled off
knowledge all the week; and disappeared to town on Sundays。
They passed their tutor's staircase。
〃I wonder if little Turl would remember us?〃 said Crocker; 〃I should
like to see him。 Shall we go and look him up?〃
〃Little Turl?〃 said Shelton dreamily。
Mounting; they knocked upon a solid door。
〃Come in;〃 said the voice of Sleep itself。
A little man with a pink face and large red ears was sitting in a fat
pink chair; as if he had been grown there。
〃What do you want?〃 he asked of them; blinking。
〃Don't you know me; sir?〃
〃God bless me! Crocker; isn't it? I didn't recognise you with a
beard。〃
Crocker; who had not been shaved since starting on his travels;
chuckled feebly。
〃You remember Shelton; sir?〃 he said。
〃Shelton? Oh yes! How do you do; Shelton? Sit down; take a cigar〃;
and; crossing his fat little legs; the little gentleman looked them
up and down with drowsy interest; as who should say; 〃Now; after; all
you know; why come and wake me up like this?〃
Shelton and Crocker took two other chairs; they too seemed thinking;
〃Yes; why did we come and wake him up like this? 〃And Shelton; who
could not tell the reason why; took refuge in the smoke of his cigar。
The panelled walls were hung with prints of celebrated Greek remains;
the soft; thick carpet on the floor was grateful to his tired feet;
the backs of many books gleamed richly in the light of the oil lamps;
the culture and tobacco smoke stole on his senses; he but vaguely
comprehended Crocker's amiable talk; vaguely the answers of his
little host; whose face; blinking behind the bowl of his huge
meerschaum pipe; had such a queer resemblance to a moon。 The door
was opened; and a tall creature; whose eyes were large and brown;
whose face was rosy and ironical; entered with a manly stride。
〃Oh!〃 he said; looking round him with his chin a little in the air;
〃am I intruding; Turl?〃
The little host; blinking more than ever; murmured;
〃Not at all; Berrymantake a pew!〃
The visitor called Berryman sat down; and gazed up at the wall with
his fine eyes。
Shelton had a faint remembrance of this don; and bowed; but