The Rainbow-虹(英文版)- 第87部分

〃Poor　in　money？　I　have　about　a　hundred　and　fifty　a　year　of　my
own……so　I　am　poor　or　rich；　as　you　like。　I　am　poor　enough；
in　fact。〃

〃But　you　will　earn　money？〃

〃I　shall　have　my　pay……I　have　my　pay　now。　I've　got　my
mission。　That　is　another　hundred　and　fifty。〃

〃You　will　have　more；　though？〃

〃I　shan't　have　more　than　200　pounds　a　year　for　ten　years　to
e。　I　shall　always　be　poor；　if　I　have　to　live　on　my　pay。〃

〃Do　you　mind　it？〃

〃Being　poor？　Not　now……not　very　much。　I　may　later。
People……the　officers；　are　good　to　me。　Colonel　Hepburn　has　a
sort　of　fancy　for　me……he　is　a　rich　man；　I　suppose。〃

A　chill　went　over　Ursula。　Was　he　going　to　sell　himself　in
some　way？

〃Is　Colonel　Hepburn　married？〃

〃Yes……with　two　daughters。〃

But　she　was　too　proud　at　once　to　care　whether　Colonel
Hepburn's　daughter　wanted　to　marry　him　or　not。

There　came　a　silence。　Gudrun　entered；　and　Skrebensky　still
rocked　languidly　on　the　chair。

〃You　look　very　lazy；〃　said　Gudrun。

〃I　am　lazy；〃　he　answered。

〃You　look　really　floppy；〃　she　said。

〃I　am　floppy；〃　he　answered。

〃Can't　you　stop？〃　asked　Gudrun。

〃No……it's　the　perpetuum　mobile。〃

〃You　look　as　if　you　hadn't　a　bone　in　your　body。〃

〃That's　how　I　like　to　feel。〃

〃I　don't　admire　your　taste。〃

〃That's　my　misfortune。〃

And　he　rocked　on。

Gudrun　seated　herself　behind　him；　and　as　he　rocked　back；　she
caught　his　hair　between　her　finger　and　thumb；　so　that　it　tugged
him　as　he　swung　forward　again。　He　took　no　notice。　There　was　only
the　sound　of　the　rockers　on　the　floor。　In　silence；　like　a　crab；
Gudrun　caught　a　strand　of　his　hair　each　time　he　rocked　back。
Ursula　flushed；　and　sat　in　some　pain。　She　saw　the　irritation
gathering　on　his　brow。

At　last　he　leapt　up；　suddenly；　like　a　steel　spring　going　off；
and　stood　on　the　hearthrug。

〃Damn　it；　why　can't　I　rock？〃　he　asked　petulantly；
fiercely。

Ursula　loved　him　for　his　sudden；　steel…like　start　out　of　the
languor。　He　stood　on　the　hearthrug　fuming；　his　eyes　gleaming
with　anger。

Gudrun　laughed　in　her　deep；　mellow　fashion。

〃Men　don't　rock　themselves；〃　she　said。

〃Girls　don't　pull　men's　hair；〃　he　said。

Gudrun　laughed　again。

Ursula　sat　amused；　but　waiting。　And　he　knew　Ursula　was
waiting　for　him。　It　roused　his　blood。　He　had　to　go　to　her；　to
follow　her　call。

Once　he　drove　her　to　Derby　in　the　dog…cart。　He　belonged　to
the　horsey　set　of　the　sappers。　They　had　lunch　in　an　inn；　and
went　through　the　market；　pleased　with　everything。　He　bought　her
a　copy　of　Wuthering　Heights　from　a　bookstall。　Then　they　found　a
little　fair　in　progress　and　she　said：

〃My　father　used　to　take　me　in　the　swingboats。〃

〃Did　you　like　it？〃　he　asked。

〃Oh；　it　was　fine；〃　she　said。

〃Would　you　like　to　go　now？〃

〃Love　it；〃　she　said；　though　she　was　afraid。　But　the　prospect
of　doing　an　unusual；　exciting　thing　was　attractive　to　her。

He　went　straight　to　the　stand；　paid　the　money；　and　helped　her
to　mount。　He　seemed　to　ignore　everything　but　just　what　he　was
doing。　Other　people　were　mere　objects　of　indifference　to　him。
She　would　have　liked　to　hang　back；　but　she　was　more　ashamed　to
retreat　from　him　than　to　expose　herself　to　the　crowd　or　to　dare
the　swingboat。　His　eyes　laughed；　and　standing　before　her　with
his　sharp；　sudden　figure；　he　set　the　boat　swinging。　She　was　not
afraid；　she　was　thrilled。　His　colour　flushed；　his　eyes　shone
with　a　roused　light；　and　she　looked　up　at　him；　her　face　like　a
flower　in　the　sun；　so　bright　and　attractive。　So　they　rushed
through　the　bright　air；　up　at　the　sky　as　if　flung　from　a
catapult；　then　falling　terribly　back。　She　loved　it。　The　motion
seemed　to　fan　their　blood　to　fire；　they　laughed；　feeling　the
flames。

After　the　swingboats；　they　went　on　the　roundabouts　to　calm
down；　he　twisting　astride　on　his　jerky　wooden　steed　towards　her；
and　always　seeming　at　his　ease；　enjoying　himself。　A　zest　of
antagonism　to　the　convention　made　him　fully　himself。　As　they　sat
on　the　whirling　carousal；　with　the　music　grinding　out；　she　was
aware　of　the　people　on　the　earth　outside；　and　it　seemed　that　he
and　she　were　riding　carelessly　over　the　faces　of　the　crowd；
riding　for　ever　buoyantly；　proudly；　gallantly　over　the　upturned
faces　of　the　crowd；　moving　on　a　high　level；　spurning　the　mon
mass。

When　they　must　descend　and　walk　away；　she　was　unhappy；
feeling　like　a　giant　suddenly　cut　down　to　ordinary　level；　at　the
mercy　of　the　mob。

They　left　the　fair；　to　return　for　the　dog…cart。　Passing　the
large　church；　Ursula　must　look　in。　But　the　whole　interior　was
filled　with　scaffolding；　fallen　stone　and　rubbish　were　heaped　on
the　floor；　bits　of　plaster　crunched　underfoot；　and　the　place
re…echoed　to　the　calling　of　secular　voices　and　to　blows　of　the
hammer。

She　had　e　to　plunge　in　the　utter　gloom　and　peace　for　a
moment；　bringing　all　her　yearning；　that　had　returned　on　her
uncontrolled　after　the　reckless　riding　over　the　face　of　the
crowd；　in　the　fair。　After　pride；　she　wanted　fort；　solace；　for
pride　and　scorn　seemed　to　hurt　her　most　of　all。

And　she　found　the　immemorial　gloom　full　of　bits　of　falling
plaster；　and　dust　of　floating　plaster；　smelling　of　old　lime；
having　scaffolding　and　rubbish　heaped　about；　dust　cloths　over
the　altar。

〃Let　us　sit　down　a　minute；〃　she　said。

They　sat　unnoticed　in　the　back　pew；　in　the　gloom；　and　she
watched　the　dirty；　disorderly　work　of　bricklayers　and
plasterers。　Workmen　in　heavy　boots　walking　grinding　down　the
aisles；　calling　out　in　a　vulgar　accent：

〃Hi；　mate；　has　them　corner　mouldin's　e？〃

There　were　shouts　of　coarse　answer　from　the　roof　of　the
church。　The　place　echoed　desolate。

Skrebensky　sat　close　to　her。　Everything　seemed　wonderful；　if
dreadful　to　her；　the　world　tumbling　into　ruins；　and　she　and　he
clambering　unhurt；　lawless　over　the　face　of　it　all。　He　sat　close
to　her；　touching　her；　and　she　was　aware　of　his　influence　upon
her。　But　she　was　glad。　It　excited　her　to　feel　the　press　of　him
upon　her；　as　if　his　being　were　urging　her　to　something。

As　they　drove　home；　he　sat　near　to　her。　And　when　he　swayed　to
the　cart；　he　swayed　in　a　voluptuous；　lingering　way；　against　her；
lingering　as　he　swung　away　to　recover　balance。　Without　speaking；
he　took　her　hand　across；　under　the　wrap；　and　with　his　unseeing
face　lifted　to　the　road；　his　soul　intent；　he　began　with　his　one
hand　to　unfasten　the　buttons　of　her　glove；　to　push　back　her
glove　from　her　hand；　carefully　laying　bare　her　hand。　And　the
close…working；　instinctive　subtlety　of　his　fingers　upon　her　hand
sent　the　young　girl　mad　with　voluptuous　delight。　His　hand　was　so
wonderful；　intent　as　a　living　creature　skilfully　pushing　and
manipulating　in　the　dark　underworld；　removing　her　glove　and
laying　bare　her　palm；　her　fingers。　Then　his　hand　closed　over
hers；　so　firm；　so　close；　as　if　the　flesh　knitted　to　one　thing
his　hand　and　hers。　Meanwhile　his　face　watched　the　road　and　the
ears　of　the　horse；　he　drove　with　steady　attention　through　the
villages；　and　she　sat　beside　him；　rapt；　glowing；　blinded　with　a
new　light。　Neither　of　them　spoke。　In　outward　attention　they　were
entirely　separate。　But　between　them　was　the　pact　of　his　flesh
with　hers；　in　the　hand…clasp。

Then；　in　a　strange　voice；　affecting　nonchalance　and
superfici