intimate and dear to him。 He cherished it； he had it entirely in
his charge。 If he could find no new activity； he would be happy
cherishing the old； dear form of worship。 He knew this little；
whitewashed church。 In its shadowy atmosphere he sank back into
being。 He liked to sink himself in its hush as a stone sinks
into water。
He went across his garden； mounted the wall by the little
steps； and entered the hush and peace of the church。 As the
heavy door clanged to behind him； his feet re…echoed in the
aisle； his heart re…echoed with a little passion of tenderness
and mystic peace。 He was also slightly ashamed； like a man who
has failed； who lapses back for his fulfilment。
He loved to light the candles at the organ； and sitting there
alone in the little glow； practice the hymns and chants for the
service。 The whitewashed arches retreated into darkness； the
sound of the organ and the organ…pedals died away upon the
unalterable stillness of the church； there were faint； ghostly
noises in the tower； and then the music swelled out again；
loudly； triumphantly。
He ceased to fret about his life。 He relaxed his will； and
let everything go。 What was between him and his wife was a great
thing； if it was not everything。 She had conquered； really。 Let
him wait； and abide； wait and abide。 She and the baby and
himself； they were one。 The organ rang out his protestation。 His
soul lay in the darkness as he pressed the keys of the
organ。
To Anna； the baby was a plete bliss and fulfilment。 Her
desires sank into abeyance； her soul was in bliss over the baby。
It was rather a delicate child； she had trouble to rear it。 She
never for a moment thought it would die。 It was a delicate
infant； therefore it behoved her to make it strong。 She threw
herself into the labour； the child was everything。 Her
imagination was all occupied here。 She was a mother。 It was
enough to handle the new little limbs； the new little body； hear
the new little voice crying in the stillness。 All the future
rang to her out of the sound of the baby's crying and cooing；
she balanced the ing years of life in her hands； as she
nursed the child。 The passionate sense of fulfilment； of the
future germinated in her； made her vivid and powerful。 All the
future was in her hands； in the hands of the woman。 And before
this baby was ten months old； she was again with child。 She
seemed to be in the fecund of storm life； every moment was full
and busy with productiveness to her。 She felt like the earth；
the mother of everything。
Brangwen occupied himself with the church； he played the
organ； he trained the choir…boys； he taught a Sunday…school
class of youths。 He was happy enough。 There was an eager；
yearning kind of happiness in him as he taught the boys on
Sundays。 He was all the time exciting himself with the proximity
of some secret that he had not yet fathomed。
In the house； he served his wife and the little matriarchy。
She loved him because he was the father of her children。 And she
always had a physical passion for him。 So he gave up trying to
have the spiritual superiority and control； or even her respect
for his conscious or public life。 He lived simply by her
physical love for him。 And he served the little matriarchy；
nursing the child and helping with the housework； indifferent
any more of his own dignity and importance。 But his abandoning
of claims； his living isolated upon his own interest； made him
seem unreal； unimportant。
Anna was not publicly proud of him。 But very soon she learned
to be indifferent to public life。 He was not what is called a
manly man： he did not drink or smoke or arrogate importance。 But
he was her man； and his very indifference to all claims of
manliness set her supreme in her own world with him。 Physically；
she loved him and he satisfied her。 He went alone and subsidiary
always。 At first it had irritated her； the outer world existed
so little to him。 Looking at him with outside eyes； she was
inclined to sneer at him。 But her sneer changed to a sort of
respect。 She respected him； that he could serve her so simply
and pletely。 Above all； she loved to bear his children。 She
loved to be the source of children。
She could not understand him； his strange； dark rages and his
devotion to the church。 It was the church building he cared for；
and yet his soul was passionate for something。 He laboured
cleaning the stonework； repairing the woodwork； restoring the
organ； and making the singing as perfect as possible。 To keep
the church fabric and the church…ritual intact was his business；
to have the intimate sacred building utterly in his own hands；
and to make the form of service plete。 There was a little
bright anguish and tension on his face； and in his intent
movements。 He was like a lover who knows he is betrayed； but who
still loves； whose love is only the more intense。 The church was
false； but he served it the more attentively。
During the day； at his work in the office； he kept himself
suspended。 He did not exist。 He worked automatically till it was
time to go home。
He loved with a hot heart the dark…haired little Ursula； and
he waited for the child to e to consciousness。 Now the mother
monopolized the baby。 But his heart waited in its darkness。 His
hour would e。
In the long run； he learned to submit to Anna。 She forced him
to the spirit of her laws； whilst leaving him the letter of his
own。 She bated in him his devils。 She suffered very much from
his inexplicable and incalculable dark rages； when a blackness
filled him； and a black wind seemed to sweep out of existence
everything that had to do with him。 She could feel herself；
everything； being annihilated by him。
At first she fought him。 At night； in this state； he would
kneel down to say his prayers。 She looked at his crouching
figure。
〃Why are you kneeling there； pretending to pray？〃 she said；
harshly。 〃Do you think anybody can pray； when they are in the
vile temper you are in？〃
He remained crouching by the beside； motionless。
〃It's horrible；〃 she continued； 〃and such a pretence！ What do
you pretend you are saying？ Who do you pretend you are praying
to？〃
He still remained motionless； seething with inchoate rage；
when his whole nature seemed to disintegrate。 He seemed to live
with a strain upon himself； and occasionally came these dark；
chaotic rages； the lust for destruction。 She then fought with
him； and their fights were horrible； murderous。 And then the
passion between them came just as black and awful。
But little by little； as she learned to love him better； she
would put herself aside； and when she felt one of his fits upon
him； would ignore him； successfully leave him in his world；
whilst she remained in her own。 He had a black struggle with
himself； to e back to her。 For at last he learned that he
would be in hell until he came back to her。 So he struggled to
submit to her； and she was afraid of the ugly strain in his
eyes。 She made love to him； and took him。 Then he was grateful
to her love； humble。
He made himself a woodwork shed； in which to restore things
which were destroyed in the church。 So he had plenty to do： his
wife； his child； the ch