fraternity-第65章
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Instead of going up to him； she sat down on the corded trunk and began to sob。 It was the sobbing of a child whose school…treat has been cancelled； of a girl whose ball…dress has not come home in time。 It only irritated Hilary； whose nerves had already borne all they could bear。 He stood literally trembling； as though each one of these common little sobs were a blow falling on the drum…skin of his spirit； and through every fibre he took in the features of the dusty； scent…besprinkled roomthe brown tin trunk； the dismantled bed； the rust…red doors。
And he realised that she had burned her boats to make it impossible for a man of sensibility to disappoint her！
The little model raised her face and looked at him。 What she saw must have been less reassuring even than the first sight had been； for it stopped her sobbing。 She rose and turned to the window； evidently trying with handkerchief and powder…puff to repair the ravages caused by her tears； and when she had finished she still stood there with her back to him。 Her deep breathing made her young form quiver from her waist up to the little peacock's feather in her hat； and with each supple movement it seemed offering itself to Hilary。
In the street a barrel…organ had begun to play the very waltz it had played the afternoon when Mr。 Stone had been so ill。 Those two were neither of them conscious of that tune； too absorbed in their emotions； and yet； quietly； it was bringing something to the girl's figure like the dowering of scent that the sun brings to a flower。 It was bringing the compression back to Hilary's lips； the flush to his ears and cheeks； as a draught of wind will blow to redness a fire that has been choked。 Without knowing it； without sound； inch by inch he moved nearer to her； and as though； for all there was no sign of his advance； she knew of it； she stayed utterly unmoving except for the deep breathing that so stirred the warm youth in her。 In that stealthy progress was the history of life and the mystery of sex。 Inch by inch he neared her； and she swayed； mesmerising his arms to fold round her thus poised； as if she must fall backward； mesmerising him to forget that there was anything there； anything in all the world； but just her young form waiting for himnothing but that！
The barrel…organ stopped； the spell had broken！ She turned round to him。 As a wind obscures with grey wrinkles the still green waters of enchantment into which some mortal has been gazing； so Hilary's reason suddenly swept across the situation； and showed it once more as it was。 Quick to mark every shade that passed across his face； the girl made as though she would again burst into tears； then； since tears had been so useless； she pressed her hand over her eyes。
Hilary looked at that round； not too cleanly hand。 He could see her watching him between her fingers。 It was uncanny； almost horrible； like the sight of a cat watching a bird； and he stood appalled at the terrible reality of his position； at the sight of his own future with this girl； with her traditions； customs； life； the thousand and one things that he did not know about her； that he would have to live with if he once took her。 A minute passed； which seemed eternity； for into it was condensed every force of her long pursuit； her instinctive clutching at something that she felt to be security； her reaching upwards； her twining round him。
Conscious of all this； held back by that vision of his future； yet whipped towards her by his senses； Hilary swayed like a drunken man。 And suddenly she sprang at him； wreathed her arms round his neck； and fastened her mouth to his。 The touch of her lips was moist and hot。 The scent of stale violet powder came from her； warmed by her humanity。 It penetrated to Hilary's heart。 He started back in sheer physical revolt。
Thus repulsed； the girl stood rigid； her breast heaving； her eyes unnaturally dilated； her mouth still loosened by the kiss。 Snatching from his pocket a roll of notes； Hilary flung them on the bed。
〃I can't take you！〃 he almost groaned。 〃It's madness！ It's impossible！〃 And he went out into the passage。 He ran down the steps and got into his cab。 An immense time seemed to pass before it began to move。 It started at last； and Hilary sat back in it； his hands clenched； still as a dead man。
His mortified face was recognised by the landlady； returning from her morning's visit to the shops。 The gentleman looked； she thought； as if he had received bad news！ She not unnaturally connected his appearance with her lodger。 Tapping on the girl's door； and receiving no answer； she went in。
The little model was lying on the dismantled bed； pressing her face into the blue and white ticking of the bolster。 Her shoulders shook； and a sound of smothered sobbing came from her。 The landlady stood staring silently。
Coming of Cornish chapel…going stock； she had never liked this girl； her instinct telling her that she was one for whom life had already been too much。 Those for whom life had so early been too much； she knew； were always 〃ones for pleasure！〃 Her experience of village life had enabled her to construct the little model's storythat very simple； very frequent little story。 Sometimes； indeed； trouble of that sort was soon over and forgotten； but sometimes； if the young man didn't do the right thing by her； and the girl's folk took it hardly； well； then…！ So had run the reasoning of this good woman。 Being of the same class； she had looked at her lodger from the first without obliquity of vision。
But seeing her now apparently so overwhelmed； and having something soft and warm down beneath her granitic face and hungry eyes； she touched her on the back。
〃Come； now！〃 she said； 〃you mustn't take on！ What is it？〃
The little model shook off the hand as a passionate child shakes itself free of consolation。 〃Let me alone！〃 she muttered。
The landlady drew back。 〃Has anyone done you a harm？〃 she said。
The little model shook her head。
Baffled by this dumb grief； the landlady was silent； then； with the stolidity of those whose lives are one long wrestling with fortune； she muttered：
〃I don't like to see anyone cry like that！〃
And finding that the girl remained obstinately withdrawn from sight or sympathy； she moved towards the door。
〃Well；〃 she said； with ironical compassion； 〃if you want me； I'll be in the kitchen。〃
The little model remained lying on her bed。 Every now and then she gulped； like a child flung down on the grass apart from its comrades； trying to swallow down its rage； trying to bury in the earth its little black moment of despair。 Slowly those gulps grew fewer； feebler； and at last died away。 She sat up； sweeping Hilary's bundle of notes； on which she had been lying； to the floor。
At sight of that bundle she broke out afresh； flinging herself down sideways with her cheek on the wet bolster； and； for some time after her sobs had ceased again； still lay there。 At last she rose and dragged herself over to the looking…glass； scrutinising her streaked； discoloured face； the stains in the cheeks； the swollen eyelids； the marks beneath her eyes； and listlessly she tidied herself。 Then； sitting down on the brown tin trunk； she picked the bundle of notes off the floor。 They gave forth a dry peculiar crackle。 Fifteen ten… pound notesall Hilary's travelling money。 Her eyes opened wider and wider as she counted； and tears； quite suddenly； rolled down on to those thin slips of paper。
Then slowly she undid her dress； and forced them down till they rested； with nothing but her vest between them and the quivering warm flesh which hid her heart。
CHAPTER XLI
THE HOUSE OF HARMONY
At half…past ten that evening Stephen walked up the stone…flagged pathway of his brother's house。
〃Can I see Mrs。 Hilary？〃
〃Mr。 Hilary went abroad this morning； sir； and Mrs。 Hilary has not yet come in。〃
〃Will you give her this letter？ No； I'll wait。 I suppose I can wait for her in the garden？〃
〃Oh yes； sit！〃
〃Very well。〃
〃I'll leave the door open； sir； in case you want to come in。〃
Stephen walked across to the rustic bench and sat down。 He stared gloomily through the dusk at his patent…leather boo
