the wheels of chance-第39章
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How extraordinary it had all been！ He recalled the moment when he had first seen her riding； with the sunlight behind her； along the riverside road； he recalled that wonderful night at Bognor； remembering it as if everything had been done of his own initiative。 〃Brave； brave！〃 she had called him。 And afterwards； when she came down to him in the morning； kindly； quiet。 But ought he to have persuaded her then to return to her home？ He remembered some intention of the sort。 Now these people snatched her away from him as though he was scarcely fit to live in the same world with her。 No more he was！ He felt he had presumed upon her worldly ignorance in travelling with her day after day。 She was so dainty； so delightful； so serene。 He began to recapitulate her expressions； the light of her eyes； the turn of her face 。 。 。
He wasn't good enough to walk in the same road with her。 Nobody was。 Suppose they let him say good…bye to her； what could he say？ That？ But they were sure not to let her talk to him alone； her mother would be there aswhat was it？ Chaperone。 He'd never once had a chance of saying what he felt； indeed； it was only now he was beginning to realise what he felt。 Love I he wouldn't presume。 It was worship。 If only he could have one more chance。 He must have one more chance； somewhere； somehow。 Then he would pour out his soul to her eloquently。 He felt eloquently； and words would come。 He was dust under her feet 。 。 。
His meditation was interrupted by the click of a door handle； and Jessie appeared in the sunlight under the verandah。 〃Come away from here；〃 she said to Hoopdriver； as he rose to meet her。 〃I'm going home with them。 We have to say good…bye。〃
Mr。 Hoopdriver winced； opened and shut his mouth； and rose without a word。
XL
At first Jessie Milton and Mr。 Hoopdriver walked away from the hotel in silence。 He heard a catching in her breath and glanced at her and saw her ips pressed tight and a tear on her cheek。 Her face was hot and bright。 She was looking straight before her。 He could think of nothing to say； and thrust his hands in his pockets and looked away from her intentionally。 After a while she began to talk。 They dealt disjointedly with scenery first； and then with the means of self…education。 She took his address at Antrobus's and promised to send him some books。 But even with that it was spiritless； aching talk； Hoopdriver felt； for the fighting mood was over。 She seemed； to him； preoccupied with the memories of her late battle； and that appearance hurt him。
〃It's the end；〃 he whispered to himself。 〃It's the end。〃
They went into a hollow and up a gentle wooded slope； and came at last to a high and open space overlooking a wide expanse of country。 There； by a common impulse； they stopped。 She looked at her watcha little ostentatiously。 They stared at the billows of forest rolling away beneath them； crest beyond crest； of leafy trees； fading at last into blue。
〃The end〃 ran through his mind； to the exclusion of all speakable thoughts。
〃And so；〃 she said； presently； breaking the silence； 〃it comes to good…bye。〃
For half a minute he did not answer。 Then he gathered his resolution。 〃There is one thing I MUST say。〃
〃Well？〃 she said； surprised and abruptly forgetting the recent argument。 〃I ask no return。 But〃
Then he stopped。 〃I won't say it。 It's no good。 It would be rot from menow。 I wasn't going to say anything。 Good…bye。〃
She looked at him with a startled expression in her eyes。 〃No；〃 she said。 〃But don't forget you are going to work。 Remember； brother Chris； you are my friend。 You will work。 You are not a very strong man； you know； nowyou will forgive menor do you know all you should。 But what will you be in six years' time？〃
He stared hard in front of him still； and the lines about his weak mouth seemed to strengthen。 He knew she understood what he could not say。
〃I'll work；〃 he said； concisely。 They stood side by side for a moment。 Then he said； with a motion of his head； 〃I won't come back to THEM。 Do you mind？ Going back alone？〃
She took ten seconds to think。 〃No。〃 she said； and held out her hand； biting her nether lip。 〃GOOD…BYE；〃 she whispered。
He turned； with a white face； looked into her eyes； took her hand limply； and then with a sudden impulse； lifted it to his lips。 She would have snatched it away； but his grip tightened to her movement。 She felt the touch of his lips； and then he had dropped her fingers and turned from her and was striding down the slope。 A dozen paces away his foot turned in the lip of a rabbit hole； and he stumbled forward and almost fell。 He recovered his balance and went on； not looking back。 He never once looked back。 She stared at his receding figure until it was small and far below her； and then； the tears running over her eyelids now； turned slowly； and walked with her hands gripped hard together behind her； towards Stoney Cross again。
〃I did not know；〃 she whispered to herself。 〃I did not understand。 Even nowNo； I do not understand。〃
THE ENVOY
XLI
So the story ends； dear Reader。 Mr。 Hoopdriver； sprawling down there among the bracken； must sprawl without our prying； I think； or listening to what chances to his breathing。 And of what came of it all； of the six years and afterwards； this is no place to tell。 In truth； there is no telling it； for the years have still to run。 But if you see how a mere counter…jumper； a cad on castors； and a fool to boot； may come to feel the little insufficiencies of life； and if he has to any extent won your sympathies； my end is attained。 （If it is not attained； may Heaven forgive us both！） Nor will we follow this adventurous young lady of ours back to her home at Surbiton； to her new struggle against Widgery and Mrs。 Milton combined。 For； as she will presently hear； that devoted man has got his reward。 For her； also； your sympathies are invited。
The rest of this great holiday； toofive days there are left of itis beyond the limits of our design。 You see fitfully a slender figure in a dusty brown suit and heather mixture stockings； and brown shoes not intended to be cycled in； flitting Londonward through Hampshire and Berkshire and Surrey； going economicallyfor excellent reasons。 Day by day he goes on； riding fitfully and for the most part through bye…roads； but getting a few miles to the north…eastward every day。 He is a narrow…chested person； with a nose hot and tanned at the bridge with unwonted exposure； and brown； red…knuckled fists。 A musing expression sits upon the face of this rider； you observe。 Sometimes he whistles noiselessly to himself； sometimes he speaks aloud； 〃a juiced good try； anyhow！〃 you hear； and sometimes； and that too often for my liking； he looks irritable and hopeless。 〃I know；〃 he says； 〃I know。 It's over and done。 It isn't IN me。 You ain't man enough； Hoopdriver。 Look at yer silly hands！ 。 。 。 Oh； my God！〃 and a gust of passion comes upon him and he rides furiously for a space。
Sometimes again his face softens。 〃Anyhow； if I'm not to see her… …she's going to lend me books；〃 he thinks； and gets such comfort as he can。 Then again； 〃Books！ What's books？〃 Once or twice triumphant memories of the earlier incidents nerve his face for a while。 〃I put the ky…bosh on HIS little game；〃 he remarks。 〃I DID that；〃 and one might even call him happy in these phases。 And； by…the…bye； the machine； you notice； has been enamel…painted grey and carries a sonorous gong。
This figure passes through Basingstoke and Bagshot； Staines； Hampton； and Richmond。 At last； in Putney High Street； glowing with the warmth of an August sunset and with all the 'prentice boys busy shutting up shop； and the work girls going home； and the shop folks peeping abroad； and the white 'buses full of late clerks and city folk rumbling home to their dinners； we part from him。 He is back。 To…morrow； the early rising； the dusting； and drudgery； begin againbut with a difference； with wonderful memories and still more wonderful desires and ambitions replacing those discrepant dreams。
He turns out of the High Street at the corner； dismounts with a sigh； and pushes his machine through the gates of the Antrobus stable yard； as the apprentice with the high collar holds them open。 There are wo
