fraternity-第7章
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That's how he strikes menot too cheering for people of our sort!〃
Under the shadow of this bust Hilary rested his forehead on his hand。 In front of him were three open books and a pile of manuscript; and pushed to one side a little sheaf of pieces of green…white paper; press…cuttings of his latest book。
The exact position occupied by his work in the life of such a man is not too easy to define。 He earned an income by it; but he was not dependent on that income。 As poet; critic; writer of essays; he had made himself a certain namenot a great name; but enough to swear by。 Whether his fastidiousness could have stood the conditions of literary existence without private means was now and then debated by his friends; it could probably have done so better than was supposed; for he sometimes startled those who set him down as a dilettante by a horny way of retiring into his shell for the finish of a piece of work。
Try as he would that morning to keep his thoughts concentrated on his literary labour; they wandered to his conversation with his niece and to the discussion on Mrs。 Hughs; the family seamstress; in his wife's studio the day before。 Stephen had lingered behind Cecilia and Thyme when they went away after dinner; to deliver a last counsel to his brother at the garden gate。
〃Never meddle between man and wifeyou know what the lower classes are!〃
And across the dark garden he had looked back towards the house。 One room on the ground…floor alone was lighted。 Through its open window the head and shoulders of Mr。 Stone could be seen close to a small green reading…lamp。 Stephen shook his head; murmuring:
〃But; I say; our old friend; eh? 'In those placesin those streets!' It's worse than simple crankinessthe poor old chap is getting almost…〃
〃And; touching his forehead lightly with two fingers; he had hurried off with the ever…springy step of one whose regularity habitually controls his imagination。
Pausing a minute amongst the bushes; Hilary too had looked at the lighted window which broke the dark front of his house; and his little moonlight bulldog; peering round his legs; had gazed up also。 Mr。 Stone was still standing; pen in hand; presumably deep in thought。 His silvered head and beard moved slightly to the efforts of his brain。 He came over to the window; and; evidently not seeing his son…in…law; faced out into the night。
In that darkness were all the shapes and lights and shadows of a London night in spring: the trees in dark bloom; the wan yellow of the gas…lamps; pale emblems of the self…consciousness of towns; the clustered shades of the tiny leaves; spilled; purple; on the surface of the road; like bunches of black grapes squeezed down into the earth by the feet of the passers…by。 There; too; were shapes of men and women hurrying home; and the great blocked shapes of the houses where they lived。 A halo hovered above the Citya high haze of yellow light; dimming the stars。 The black; slow figure of a policeman moved noiselessly along the railings opposite。
》From then till eleven o'clock; when he would make himself some cocoa on a little spirit…lamp; the writer of the 〃Book of Universal Brotherhood〃 would alternate between his bent posture above his manuscript and his blank consideration of the night。。。。
With a jerk; Hilary came back to his reflections beneath the bust of Socrates。
〃Each of us has a shadow in those placesin those streets!〃
There certainly was a virus in that notion。 One must either take it as a jest; like Stephen; or; what must one do? How far was it one's business to identify oneself with other people; especially the helplesshow far to preserve oneself intact'integer vita'? Hilary was no young person; like his niece or Martin; to whom everything seemed simple; nor was he an old person like their grandfather; for whom life had lost its complications。
And; very conscious of his natural disabilities for a decision on a like; or indeed on any; subject except; perhaps; a point of literary technique; he got up from his writing…table; and; taking his little bulldog; went out。 His intention was to visit Mrs。 Hughs in Hound Street; and see with his own eyes the state of things。 But he had another reason; too; for wishing to go there 。。。。
CHAPTER IV
THE LITTLE MODEL
When in the preceding autumn Bianca began her picture called 〃The Shadow;〃 nobody was more surprised than Hilary that she asked him to find her a model for the figure。 Not knowing the nature of the picture; nor having been for many yearsperhaps neveradmitted into the workings of his wife's spirit; he said:
〃Why don't you ask Thyme to sit for you?〃
Blanca answered: 〃She's not the type at alltoo matter…of…fact。 Besides; I don't want a lady; the figure's to be half draped。〃
Hilary smiled。
Blanca knew quite well that he was smiling at this distinction between ladies and other women; and understood that he was smiling; not so much at her; but at himself; for secretly agreeing with the distinction she had made。
And suddenly she smiled too。
There was the whole history of their married life in those two smiles。 They meant so much: so many thousand hours of suppressed irritation; so many baffled longings and earnest efforts to bring their natures together。 They were the supreme; quiet evidence of the divergence of two livesthat slow divergence which had been far from being wilful; and was the more hopeless in that it had been so gradual and so gentle。 They had never really had a quarrel; having enlightened views of marriage; but they had smiled。 They had smiled so often through so many years that no two people in the world could very well be further from each other。 Their smiles had banned the revelation even to themselves of the tragedy of their wedded state。 It is certain that neither could help those smiles; which were not intended to wound; but came on their faces as naturally as moonlight falls on water; out of their inimically constituted souls。
Hilary spent two afternoons among his artist friends; trying; by means of the indications he had gathered; to find a model for 〃The Shadow。〃 He had found one at last。 Her name; Barton; and address had been given him by a painter of still life; called French。
〃She's never sat to me;〃 he said; 〃my sister discovered her in the West Country somewhere。 She's got a story of some sort。 I don't know what。 She came up about three months ago; I think。〃
〃She's not sitting to your sister now?〃 Hilary asked。
〃No;〃 said the painter of still life; 〃my sister's married and gone out to India。 I don't know whether she'd sit for the half…draped; but I should think so。 She'll have to; sooner or later; she may as well begin; especially to a woman。 There's a something about her that's attractiveyou might try her!〃 And with these words he resumed the painting of still life which he had broken off to talk to Hilary。
Hilary had written to this girl to come and see him。 She had come just before dinner the same day。
He found her standing in the middle of his study; not daring; as it seemed; to go near the furniture; and as there was very little light; he could hardly see her face。 She was resting a foot; very patient; very still; in an old brown skirt; an ill…shaped blouse; and a blue… green tam…o'…shanter cap。 Hilary turned up the light。 He saw a round little face with broad cheekbones; flower…blue eyes; short lamp…black lashes; and slightly parted lips。 It was difficult to judge of her figure in those old clothes; but she was neither short nor tall; her neck was white and well set on; her hair pale brown and abundant。 Hilary noted that her chin; though not receding; was too soft and small; but what he noted chiefly was her look of patient expectancy; as though beyond the present she were seeing something; not necessarily pleasant; which had to come。 If he had not known from the painter of still life that she was from the country; he would have thought her a town…bred girl; she looked so pale。 Her appearance; at all events; was not 〃too matter…of…fact。〃 Her speech; however; with its slight West…Country burr; was matter…of…fact enough; concerned entirely with how long she would have to sit; and the pay she was to ge