fraternity-第52章

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Twice　only　in　those　weeks　while　Hughs　was　in　prison　did　Hilary　see　the　girl。　　Once　he　met　her　when　he　was　driving　home；　she　blushed　crimson　and　her　eyes　lighted　up。　　And　one　morning；　too；　he　passed　her　on　the　bench　where　they　had　sat　together。　　She　was　staring　straight　before　her；　the　corners　of　her　mouth　drooping　discontentedly。　　She　did　not　see　him。


To　a　man　like　Hilary…for　whom　running　after　women　had　been　about　the　last　occupation　in　the　world；　who　had；　in　fact；　always　fought　shy　of　them　and　imagined　that　they　would　always　fight　shy　of　himthere　was　an　unusual　enticement　and　dismay　in　the　feeling　that　a　young　girl　really　was　pursuing　him。　　It　was　at　once　too　good；　too　unlikely；　and　too　embarrassing　to　be　true。　　His　sudden　feeling　for　her　was　the　painful　sensation　of　one　who　sees　a　ripe　nectarine　hanging　within　reach。　　He　dreamed　continually　of　stretching　out　his　hand；　and　so　he　did　not　dare；　or　thought　he　did　not　dare；　to　pass　that　way。　　All　this　did　not　favour　the　tenor　of　a　studious；　introspective　life；　it　also　brought　a　sense　of　unreality　which　made　him　avoid　his　best　friends。　This；　partly；　was　why　Stephen　came　to　see　him　one　Sunday；　his　other　reason　for　the　visit　being　the　calculation　that　Hughs　would　be　released　on　the　following　Wednesday。

'This　girl；'　he　thought；　'is　going　to　the　house　still；　and　Hilary　will　let　things　drift　till　he　can't　stop　them；　and　there'll　be　a　real　mess。'

The　fact　of　the　man's　having　been　in　prison　gave　a　sinister　turn　to　an　affair　regarded　hitherto　as　merely　sordid　by　Stephen's　orderly　and　careful　mind。

Crossing　the　garden；　he　heard　Mr。　Stone's　voice　issuing　through　the　open　window。

'Can't　the　old　crank　stop　even　on　Sundays？'　he　thought。

He　found　Hilary　in　his　study；　reading　a　book　on　the　civilisation　of　the　Maccabees；　in　preparation　for　a　review。　　He　gave　Stephen　but　a　dubious　welcome。

Stephen　broke　ground　gently。

〃We　haven't　seen　you　for　an　age。　　I　hear　our　old　friend　at　it。　　Is　he　working　double　tides　to　finish　his　magnum　opus？　　I　thought　he　observed　the　day　of　rest。〃

〃He　does　as　a　rule；〃　said　Hilary。

〃Well；　he's　got　the　girl　there　now　dictating。〃

Hilary　winced。　　Stephen　continued　with　greater　circumspection　〃You　couldn't　get　the　old　boy　to　finish　by　Wednesday；　I　suppose？　　He　must　be　quite　near　the　end　by　now。〃

The　notion　of　Mr。　Stone's　finishing　his　book　by　Wednesday　procured　a　pale　smile　from　Hilary。

〃Could　you　get　your　Law　Courts；〃　he　said；　〃to　settle　up　the　affairs　of　mankind　for　good　and　all　by　Wednesday？〃

〃By　Jove！　Is　it　as　bad　as　that？　　I　thought；　at　any　rate；　he　must　be　meaning　to　finish　some　day。〃

〃When　men　are　brothers；〃　said　Hilary；　〃he　will　finish。〃

Stephen　whistled。

〃Look　here；　dear　boy！〃　he　said；　〃that　ruffian　comes　out　on　Wednesday。　The　whole　thing　will　begin　over　again。〃

Hilary　rose　and　paced　the　room。　　〃I　refuse；〃　he　said；　〃to　consider　Hughs　a　ruffian。　　What　do　we　know　about　him；　or　any　of　them？〃

〃Precisely！　　What　do　we　know　of　this　girl？〃

〃I　am　not　going　to　discuss　that；〃　Hilary　said　shortly。

For　a　moment　the　faces　of　the　two　brothers　wore　a　hard；　hostile　look；　as　though　the　deep　difference　between　their　characters　had　at　last　got　the　better　of　their　loyalty。　　They　both　seemed　to　recognise　this；　for　they　turned　their　heads　away。

〃I　just　wanted　to　remind　you；〃　Stephen　said；　〃though　you　know　your　own　business　best；　of　course。〃　　And　at　Hilary's　nod　he　thought：

'That's　just　exactly　what　he　doesn't！'

He　soon　left；　conscious　of　an　unwonted　awkwardness　in　his　brother's　presence。　　Hilary　watched　him　out　through　the　wicket　gate；　then　sat　down　on　the　solitary　garden　bench。

Stephen's　visit　had　merely　awakened　perverse　desires　in　him。　Strong　sunlight　was　falling　on　that　little　London　garden；　disclosing　its　native　shadowiness；　streaks；　and　smudges　such　as　Life　smears　over　the　faces　of　those　who　live　too　consciously。　　Hilary；　beneath　the　acacia…tree　not　yet　in　bloom；　marked　an　early　butterfly　flitting　over　the　geraniums　blossoming　round　an　old　sundial。　　Blackbirds　were　holding　evensong；　the　late　perfume　of　the　lilac　came　stealing　forth　into　air　faintly　smeeched　with　chimney　smoke。　　There　was　brightness；　but　no　glory；　in　that　little　garden；　scent；　but　no　strong　air　blown　across　golden　lakes　of　buttercups；　from　seas　of　springing　clover；　or　the　wind…silver　of　young　wheat；　music；　but　no　full　choir　of　sound；　no　hum。　　Like　the　face　and　figure　of　its　master；　so　was　this　little　garden；　whose　sundial　the　sun　seldom　reached…refined；　self…conscious；　introspective；　obviously　a　creature　of　the　town。　　At　that　moment；　however；　Hilary　was　not　looking　quite　himself；　his　face　was　flushed；　his　eyes　angry；　almost　as　if　he　had　been　a　man　of　action。

The　voice　of　Mr。　Stone　was　still　audible；　fitfully　quavering　out　into　the　air；　and　the　old　man　himself　could　now　and　then　be　seen　holding　up　his　manuscript；　his　profile　clear…cut　against　the　darkness　of　the　room。　　A　sentence　travelled　out　across　the　garden：

〃'Amidst　the　tur…bu…lent　dis…cov…eries　of　those　days；　which；　like　cross…currented　and　multibillowed　seas；　lapped　and　hollowed　every　rock　'〃

A　motor…car　dashing　past　drowned　the　rest；　and　when　the　voice　rose　again　it　was　evidently　dictating　another　paragraph。

〃'In　those　places；　in　those　streets；　the　shadows　swarmed；　whispering　and　droning　like　a　hive　of　dying　bees；　who；　their　honey　eaten；　wander　through　the　winter　day　seeking　flowers　that　are　frozen　and　dead。〃'

A　great　bee　which　had　been　busy　with　the　lilac　began　to　circle；　booming；　round　his　hair。　　Suddenly　Hilary　saw　Mr。　Stone　raise　both　his　arms。

〃'In　huge　congeries；　crowded；　devoid　of　light　and　air；　they　were　assembled；　these　bloodless　imprints　from　forms　of　higher　caste。　　They　lay；　like　the　reflection　of　leaves　which；　fluttering　free　in　the　sweet　winds；　let　fall　to　the　earth　wan　resemblances。　　Imponderous；　dark　ghosts；　wandering　ones　chained　to　the　ground；　they　had　no　hope　of　any　Lovely　City；　nor　knew　whence　they　had　come。　　Men　cast　them　on　the　pavements　and　marched　on。　　They　did　not　in　Universal　Brotherhood　clasp　their　shadows　to　sleep　within　their　heartsfor　the　sun　was　not　then　at　noon；　when　no　man　has　a　shadow。'〃

As　those　words　of　swan　song　died　away　he　swayed　and　trembled；　and　suddenly　disappeared　below　the　sight…line；　as　if　he　had　sat　down。　The　little　model　took　his　place　in　the　open　window。　　She　started　at　seeing　Hilary；　then；　motionless；　stood　gazing　at　him。　　Out　of　the　gloom　of　the　opening　her　eyes　were　all　pupil；　two　spots　of　the　surrounding　darkness　imprisoned　in　a　face　as　pale　as　any　flower。　Rigid　as　the　girl　herself；　Hilary　looked　up　at　her。

A　voice　behind　him　said：　〃How　are　you？　　I　thought　I'd　give　my　car　a　run。〃　　Mr。　Purcey　was　coming　from　the　gate；　his　eyes　fixed　on　the　window　where　the　girl　stood。　　〃How　is　your　wife？〃　　he　added。

The　bathos　of　this　visit　roused　an　acid　fury　in　Hilary。　　He　surveyed　Mr。　Purcey's　figure　from　his　cloth…topped　boots　to　his　tall　hat；　and　said：　〃Shall　we　go　in　and　find　her？〃

As　they　went　along　Mr。　Purcey　said：　〃That's　the　youngtheermodel　I　met　in　your　wife's　studio；　isn't　it？　　Pretty　girl！〃

Hilary　compressed　his　lips。

〃Now；　what　sort　of　living　do　those　girls　make？〃　　pursued　Mr。　Purcey。　〃I　suppose　they've　most　of　them　other　resources。　　Eh；　what？〃

〃They　make　the　living　God　will　let　them；　I　suppose；　as　other　people　do。〃

Mr。　Purcey　gave　him　a　sharp　look。　　It　was　almost　as　if　Dallison　had　meant　to　snub　him。

〃Oh；　exactly！　　I　should　think　this　girl　would　have　no　difficulty。〃　And　suddenly　he　saw　a　curious　change　come　over　〃that　writing　fellow；〃　as　he　always　afterwards　described　Hilary。　　Instead　of　a　mild；　pleasant…looking　chap　enough；　he　had　become　a　regular　cold　devil。

〃My　wife　appears　to　be　out；〃　Hilary　said。　　〃I　also　have　an　engagement。〃

In　his　surprise　and　anger　Mr。　Purcey　said　with　great　simplicity；　〃Sorry　I'm　'de　trop'！〃　and　soon　his　car　could　be　heard　bearing　him　away　with　some　unnecessary　noise。




CHAPTER　XXXII

BEHIND　BIANCA'S　VEIL

But　Bianca　was　not　out。　　She　had　been　a　witness　of　Hilary's　long　look　at　the　little　model。　　Coming　from　her　studio　through　the　glass　passage　to　the　house；　she　could　not；　of　course；　see　what　he　was　gazing　at；　but　she　knew　as　well　as　if　the　girl　had　stood　b