Thanks to Mr. Flushing's discipline, the right stages of the riverwere reached at the right hours, and when next morning afterbreakfast the chairs were again drawn1 out in a semicircle in the bow,the launch was within a few miles of the native camp which wasthe limit of the journey. Mr. Flushing, as he sat down, advised themto keep their eyes fixed2 on the left bank, where they would soonpass a clearing, and in that clearing, was a hut where Mackenzie,the famous explorer, had died of fever some ten years ago,almost within reach of civilisation4--Mackenzie, he repeated,the man who went farther inland than any one's been yet. Their eyesturned that way obediently. The eyes of Rachel saw nothing.
Yellow and green shapes did, it is true, pass before them, but sheonly knew that one was large and another small; she did not knowthat they were trees. These directions to look here and thereirritated her, as interruptions irritate a person absorbed in thought,although she was not thinking of anything. She was annoyed with allthat was said, and with the aimless movements of people's bodies,because they seemed to interfere5 with her and to prevent her fromspeaking to Terence. Very soon Helen saw her staring moodilyat a coil of rope, and making no effort to listen. Mr. Flushingand St. John were engaged in more or less continuous conversationabout the future of the country from a political point of view,and the degree to which it had been explored; the others, with theirlegs stretched out, or chins poised6 on the hands, gazed in silence.
Mrs. Ambrose looked and listened obediently enough, but inwardlyshe was prey7 to an uneasy mood not readily to be ascribed to anyone cause. Looking on shore as Mr. Flushing bade her, she thoughtthe country very beautiful, but also sultry and alarming.
She did not like to feel herself the victim of unclassified emotions,and certainly as the launch slipped on and on, in the hot morning sun,she felt herself unreasonably8 moved. Whether the unfamiliarityof the forest was the cause of it, or something less definite,she could not determine. Her mind left the scene and occupied itselfwith anxieties for Ridley, for her children, for far-off things,such as old age and poverty and death. Hirst, too, was depressed9.
He had been looking forward to this expedition as to a holiday, for,once away from the hotel, surely wonderful things would happen,instead of which nothing happened, and here they were as uncomfortable,as restrained, as self-conscious as ever. That, of course, was whatcame of looking forward to anything; one was always disappointed.
He blamed Wilfrid Flushing, who was so well dressed and so formal;he blamed Hewet and Rachel. Why didn't they talk? He looked atthem sitting silent and self-absorbed, and the sight annoyed him.
He supposed that they were engaged, or about to become engaged,but instead of being in the least romantic or exciting, that was as dullas everything else; it annoyed him, too, to think that they were in love.
He drew close to Helen and began to tell her how uncomfortable his nighthad been, lying on the deck, sometimes too hot, sometimes too cold,and the stars so bright that he couldn't get to sleep. He had lainawake all night thinking, and when it was light enough to see,he had written twenty lines of his poem on God, and the awful thingwas that he'd practically proved the fact that God did not exist.
He did not see that he was teasing her, and he went on to wonderwhat would happen if God did exist--"an old gentleman in a beard anda long blue dressing11 gown, extremely testy12 and disagreeable as he'sbound to be? Can you suggest a rhyme? God, rod, sod--all used;any others?"Although he spoke13 much as usual, Helen could have seen, had she looked,that he was also impatient and disturbed. But she was not called uponto answer, for Mr. Flushing now exclaimed "There!" They looked at the huton the bank, a desolate14 place with a large rent in the roof, and theground round it yellow, scarred with fires and scattered15 with rusty16 open tins.
"Did they find his dead body there?" Mrs. Flushing exclaimed,leaning forward in her eagerness to see the spot where the explorerhad died.
"They found his body and his skins and a notebook," her husband replied.
But the boat had soon carried them on and left the place behind.
It was so hot that they scarcely moved, except now to changea foot, or, again, to strike a match. Their eyes, concentrated uponthe bank, were full of the same green reflections, and their lipswere slightly pressed together as though the sights they were passinggave rise to thoughts, save that Hirst's lips moved intermittentlyas half consciously he sought rhymes for God. Whatever the thoughtsof the others, no one said anything for a considerable space.
They had grown so accustomed to the wall of trees on either sidethat they looked up with a start when the light suddenly widenedout and the trees came to an end.
"It almost reminds one of an English park," said Mr. Flushing.
Indeed no change could have been greater. On both banks of the river layan open lawn-like space, grass covered and planted, for the gentlenessand order of the place suggested human care, with graceful17 treeson the top of little mounds18. As far as they could gaze, this lawnrose and sank with the undulating motion of an old English park.
The change of scene naturally suggested a change of position,grateful to most of them. They rose and leant over the rail.
"It might be Arundel or Windsor," Mr. Flushing continued, "if youcut down that bush with the yellow flowers; and, by Jove, look!"Rows of brown backs paused for a moment and then leapt with a motionas if they were springing over waves out of sight.
for a moment no one of them could believe that they had reallyseen live animals in the open--a herd20 of wild deer, and the sightaroused a childlike excitement in them, dissipating their gloom.
"I've never in my life seen anything bigger than a hare!"Hirst exclaimed with genuine excitement. "What an ass3 I was notto bring my Kodak!"Soon afterwards the launch came gradually to a standstill,and the captain explained to Mr. Flushing that it would be pleasantfor the passengers if they now went for a stroll on shore; if theychose to return within an hour, he would take them on to the village;if they chose to walk--it was only a mile or two farther on--he would meet them at the landing-place.
The matter being settled, they were once more put on shore:
the sailors, producing raisins21 and tobacco, leant upon the railand watched the six English, whose coats and dresses looked sostrange upon the green, wander off. A joke that was by no meansproper set them all laughing, and then they turned round and layat their ease upon the deck.
Directly they landed, Terence and Rachel drew together slightlyin advance of the others.
"Thank God!" Terence exclaimed, drawing a long breath. "At lastwe're alone.""And if we keep ahead we can talk," said Rachel.
Nevertheless, although their position some yards in advance ofthe others made it possible for them to say anything they chose,they were both silent.
"You love me?" Terence asked at length, breaking the silence painfully.
To speak or to be silent was equally an effort, for when theywere silent they were keenly conscious of each other's presence,and yet words were either too trivial or too large.
She murmured inarticulately, ending, "And you?""Yes, yes," he replied; but there were so many things to be said,and now that they were alone it seemed necessary to bring themselvesstill more near, and to surmount22 a barrier which had grown upsince they had last spoken. It was difficult, frightening even,oddly embarrassing. At one moment he was clear-sighted, and,at the next, confused.
"Now I'm going to begin at the beginning," he said resolutely23.
"I'm going to tell you what I ought to have told you before.
In the first place, I've never been in love with other women,but I've had other women. Then I've great faults. I'm very lazy,I'm moody--" He persisted, in spite of her exclamation24, "You've gotto know the worst of me. I'm lustful25. I'm overcome by a senseof futility--incompetence. I ought never to have asked you to marry me,I expect. I'm a bit of a snob26; I'm ambitious--""Oh, our faults!" she cried. "What do they matter?" Then she demanded,"Am I in love--is this being in love--are we to marry each other?"Overcome by the charm of her voice and her presence, he exclaimed,"Oh, you're free, Rachel. To you, time will make no difference,or marriage or--"The voices of the others behind them kept floating, now farther,now nearer, and Mrs. Flushing's laugh rose clearly by itself.
"Marriage?" Rachel repeated.
The shouts were renewed behind, warning them that they were bearingtoo far to the left. Improving their course, he continued,"Yes, marriage." The feeling that they could not be united untilshe knew all about him made him again endeavour to explain.
"All that's been bad in me, the things I've put up with--the second best--"She murmured, considered her own life, but could not describehow it looked to her now.
"And the loneliness!" he continued. A vision of walking with herthrough the streets of London came before his eyes. "We will go forwalks together," he said. The simplicity27 of the idea relieved them,and for the first time they laughed. They would have liked hadthey dared to take each other by the hand, but the consciousnessof eyes fixed on them from behind had not yet deserted28 them.
"Books, people, sights--Mrs. Nutt, Greeley, Hutchinson," Hewet murmured.
With every word the mist which had enveloped29 them, making themseem unreal to each other, since the previous afternoon melteda little further, and their contact became more and more natural.
Up through the sultry southern landscape they saw the world they knewappear clearer and more vividly30 than it had ever appeared before Asupon that occasion at the hotel when she had sat in the window,the world once more arranged itself beneath her gaze very vividlyand in its true proportions. She glanced curiously31 at Terencefrom time to time, observing his grey coat and his purple tie;observing the man with whom she was to spend the rest of her life.
After one of these glances she murmured, "Yes, I'm in love.
There's no doubt; I'm in love with you."Nevertheless, they remained uncomfortably apart; drawn soclose together, as she spoke, that there seemed no divisionbetween them, and the next moment separate and far away again.
Feeling this painfully, she exclaimed, "It will be a fight."But as she looked at him she perceived from the shape of his eyes,the lines about his mouth, and other peculiarities32 that he pleased her,and she added:
"Where I want to fight, you have compassion33. You're finer than I am;you're much finer."He returned her glance and smiled, perceiving, much as she had done,the very small individual things about her which made her delightfulto him. She was his for ever. This barrier being surmounted,innumerable delights lay before them both.
"I'm not finer," he answered. "I'm only older, lazier; a man,not a woman.""A man," she repeated, and a curious sense of possession comingover her, it struck her that she might now touch him; she put outher hand and lightly touched his cheek. His fingers followed wherehers had been, and the touch of his hand upon his face brought backthe overpowering sense of unreality. This body of his was unreal;the whole world was unreal.
"What's happened?" he began. "Why did I ask you to marry me?
How did it happen?""Did you ask me to marry you?" she wondered. They faded far awayfrom each other, and neither of them could remember what had been said.
"We sat upon the ground," he recollected34.
"We sat upon the ground," she confirmed him. The recollection of sittingupon the ground, such as it was, seemed to unite them again, and theywalked on in silence, their minds sometimes working with difficultyand sometimes ceasing to work, their eyes alone perceiving the thingsround them. Now he would attempt again to tell her his faults,and why he loved her; and she would describe what she had felt at thistime or at that time, and together they would interpret her feeling.
So beautiful was the sound of their voices that by degrees theyscarcely listened to the words they framed. Long silences came betweentheir words, which were no longer silences of struggle and confusionbut refreshing35 silences, in which trivial thoughts moved easily.
They began to speak naturally of ordinary things, of the flowersand the trees, how they grew there so red, like garden flowersat home, and there bent36 and crooked37 like the arm of a twisted old man.
Very gently and quietly, almost as if it were the blood singingin her veins38, or the water of the stream running over stones,Rachel became conscious of a new feeling within her. She wonderedfor a moment what it was, and then said to herself, with a littlesurprise at recognising in her own person so famous a thing:
"This is happiness, I suppose." And aloud to Terence she spoke,"This is happiness."On the heels of her words he answered, "This is happiness,"upon which they guessed that the feeling had sprung in both of themthe same time. They began therefore to describe how this feltand that felt, how like it was and yet how different; for theywere very different.
Voices crying behind them never reached through the waters in whichthey were now sunk. The repetition of Hewet's name in short,dissevered syllables39 was to them the crack of a dry branchor the laughter of a bird. The grasses and breezes sounding andmurmuring all round them, they never noticed that the swishing ofthe grasses grew louder and louder, and did not cease with the lapseof the breeze. A hand dropped abrupt40 as iron on Rachel's shoulder;it might have been a bolt from heaven. She fell beneath it,and the grass whipped across her eyes and filled her mouth and ears.
Through the waving stems she saw a figure, large and shapelessagainst the sky. Helen was upon her. Rolled this way and that,now seeing only forests of green, and now the high blue heaven;she was speechless and almost without sense. At last she lay still,all the grasses shaken round her and before her by her panting.
Over her loomed41 two great heads, the heads of a man and woman,of Terence and Helen.
Both were flushed, both laughing, and the lips were moving;they came together and kissed in the air above her. Broken fragmentsof speech came down to her on the ground. She thought she heard themspeak of love and then of marriage. Raising herself and sitting up,she too realised Helen's soft body, the strong and hospitable42 arms,and happiness swelling43 and breaking in one vast wave. When thisfell away, and the grasses once more lay low, and the skybecame horizontal, and the earth rolled out flat on each side,and the trees stood upright, she was the first to perceive alittle row of human figures standing44 patiently in the distance.
For the moment she could not remember who they were.
"Who are they?" she asked, and then recollected.
Falling into line behind Mr. Flushing, they were careful to leaveat least three yards' distance between the toe of his bootand the rim45 of her skirt.
He led them across a stretch of green by the river-bank and thenthrough a grove46 of trees, and bade them remark the signs of humanhabitation, the blackened grass, the charred47 tree-stumps, and there,through the trees, strange wooden nests, drawn together in an archwhere the trees drew apart, the village which was the goal of their journey.
Stepping cautiously, they observed the women, who were squatting48 onthe ground in triangular49 shapes, moving their hands, either plaitingstraw or in kneading something in bowls. But when they had lookedfor a moment undiscovered, they were seen, and Mr. Flushing,advancing into the centre of the clearing, was engaged in talkwith a lean majestic50 man, whose bones and hollows at once madethe shapes of the Englishman's body appear ugly and unnatural51.
The women took no notice of the strangers, except that their handspaused for a moment and their long narrow eyes slid round and fixedupon them with the motionless inexpensive gaze of those removedfrom each other far far beyond the plunge52 of speech. Their handsmoved again, but the stare continued. It followed them as they walked,as they peered into the huts where they could distinguish guns leaningin the corner, and bowls upon the floor, and stacks of rushes;in the dusk the solemn eyes of babies regarded them, and old womenstared out too. As they sauntered about, the stare followed them,passing over their legs, their bodies, their heads, curiously notwithout hostility53, like the crawl of a winter fly. As she drewapart her shawl and uncovered her breast to the lips of her baby,the eyes of a woman never left their faces, although they moveduneasily under her stare, and finally turned away, rather than standthere looking at her any longer. When sweetmeats were offered them,they put out great red hands to take them, and felt themselvestreading cumbrously like tight-coated soldiers among these softinstinctive people. But soon the life of the village took no noticeof them; they had become absorbed in it. The women's hands becamebusy again with the straw; their eyes dropped. If they moved,it was to fetch something from the hut, or to catch a straying child,or to cross the space with a jar balanced on their heads;if they spoke, it was to cry some harsh unintelligible54 cry.
Voices rose when a child was beaten, and fell again; voices rosein song, which slid up a little way and down a little way,and settled again upon the same low and melancholy55 note.
Seeking each other, Terence and Rachel drew together under a tree.
Peaceful, and even beautiful at first, the sight of the women,who had given up looking at them, made them now feel very coldand melancholy.
"Well," Terence sighed at length, "it makes us seem insignificant,doesn't it?"Rachel agreed. So it would go on for ever and ever, she said,those women sitting under the trees, the trees and the river.
They turned away and began to walk through the trees, leaning, without fearof discovery, upon each other's arms. They had not gone far beforethey began to assure each other once more that they were in love,were happy, were content; but why was it so painful being in love,why was there so much pain in happiness?
The sight of the village indeed affected56 them all curiously thoughall differently. St. John had left the others and was walking slowlydown to the river, absorbed in his own thoughts, which were bitterand unhappy, for he felt himself alone; and Helen, standing by herselfin the sunny space among the native women, was exposed to presentimentsof disaster. The cries of the senseless beasts rang in her earshigh and low in the air, as they ran from tree-trunk to tree-top.
How small the little figures looked wandering through the trees!
She became acutely conscious of the little limbs, the thin veins,the delicate flesh of men and women, which breaks so easily and letsthe life escape compared with these great trees and deep waters.
A falling branch, a foot that slips, and the earth has crushed themor the water drowned them. Thus thinking, she kept her eyes anxiouslyfixed upon the lovers, as if by doing so she could protect themfrom their fate. Turning, she found the Flushings by her side.
They were talking about the things they had bought and arguingwhether they were really old, and whether there were not signshere and there of European influence. Helen was appealed to.
She was made to look at a brooch, and then at a pair of ear-rings.
But all the time she blamed them for having come on this expedition,for having ventured too far and exposed themselves. Then she rousedherself and tried to talk, but in a few moments she caught herselfseeing a picture of a boat upset on the river in England, at midday.
It was morbid57, she knew, to imagine such things; nevertheless shesought out the figures of the others between the trees, and whenevershe saw them she kept her eyes fixed on them, so that she might beable to protect them from disaster.
But when the sun went down and the steamer turned and beganto steam back towards civilisation, again her fears were calmed.
In the semi-darkness the chairs on deck and the people sittingin them were angular shapes, the mouth being indicated by a tinyburning spot, and the arm by the same spot moving up or down as thecigar or cigarette was lifted to and from the lips. Words crossedthe darkness, but, not knowing where they fell, seemed to lack energyand substance. Deep sights proceeded regularly, although with someattempt at suppression, from the large white mound19 which representedthe person of Mrs. Flushing. The day had been long and very hot,and now that all the colours were blotted58 out the cool night airseemed to press soft fingers upon the eyelids59, sealing them down.
Some philosophical60 remark directed, apparently61, at St. John Hirstmissed its aim, and hung so long suspended in the air until itwas engulfed62 by a yawn, that it was considered dead, and thisgave the signal for stirring of legs and murmurs63 about sleep.
The white mound moved, finally lengthened64 itself and disappeared,and after a few turns and paces St. John and Mr. Flushing withdrew,leaving the three chairs still occupied by three silent bodies.
The light which came from a lamp high on the mast and a sky palewith stars left them with shapes but without features; but evenin this darkness the withdrawal65 of the others made them feel eachother very near, for they were all thinking of the same thing.
For some time no one spoke, then Helen said with a sigh, "So you're bothvery happy?"As if washed by the air her voice sounded more spiritual and softerthan usual. Voices at a little distance answered her, "Yes."Through the darkness she was looking at them both, and trying todistinguish him. What was there for her to say? Rachel had passedbeyond her guardianship66. A voice might reach her ears, but neveragain would it carry as far as it had carried twenty-four hours ago.
Nevertheless, speech seemed to be due from her before she went to bed.
She wished to speak, but she felt strangely old and depressed.
"D'you realise what you're doing?" she demanded. "She's young,you're both young; and marriage--" Here she ceased. They beggedher, however, to continue, with such earnestness in their voices,as if they only craved67 advice, that she was led to add:
"Marriage! well, it's not easy.""That's what we want to know," they answered, and she guessedthat now they were looking at each other.
"It depends on both of you," she stated. Her face was turnedtowards Terence, and although he could hardly see her, he believedthat her words really covered a genuine desire to know more about him.
He raised himself from his semi-recumbent position and proceededto tell her what she wanted to know. He spoke as lightly as hecould in order to take away her depression.
"I'm twenty-seven, and I've about seven hundred a year," he began.
"My temper is good on the whole, and health excellent, though Hirstdetects a gouty tendency. Well, then, I think I'm very intelligent."He paused as if for confirmation68.
Helen agreed.
"Though, unfortunately, rather lazy. I intend to allow Rachelto be a fool if she wants to, and--Do you find me on the wholesatisfactory in other respects?" he asked shyly.
"Yes, I like what I know of you," Helen replied.
"But then--one knows so little.""We shall live in London," he continued, "and--" With one voicethey suddenly enquired69 whether she did not think them the happiestpeople that she had ever known.
"Hush," she checked them, "Mrs. Flushing, remember. She's behind us."Then they fell silent, and Terence and Rachel felt instinctivelythat their happiness had made her sad, and, while they were anxiousto go on talking about themselves, they did not like to.
"We've talked too much about ourselves," Terence said. "Tell us--""Yes, tell us--" Rachel echoed. They were both in the mood to believethat every one was capable of saying something very profound.
"What can I tell you?" Helen reflected, speaking more to herselfin a rambling70 style than as a prophetess delivering a message.
She forced herself to speak.
"After all, though I scold Rachel, I'm not much wiser myself.
I'm older, of course, I'm half-way through, and you're just beginning.
It's puzzling--sometimes, I think, disappointing; the great thingsaren't as great, perhaps, as one expects--but it's interesting--Oh, yes, you're certain to find it interesting--And so it goes on,"they became conscious here of the procession of dark trees into which,as far as they could see, Helen was now looking, "and there arepleasures where one doesn't expect them (you must write to your father),and you'll be very happy, I've no doubt. But I must go to bed,and if you are sensible you will follow in ten minutes, and so,"she rose and stood before them, almost featureless and very large,"Good-night." She passed behind the curtain.
After sitting in silence for the greater part of the ten minutesshe allowed them, they rose and hung over the rail. Beneath themthe smooth black water slipped away very fast and silently.
The spark of a cigarette vanished behind them. "A beautiful voice,"Terence murmured.
Rachel assented71. Helen had a beautiful voice.
After a silence she asked, looking up into the sky, "Are we onthe deck of a steamer on a river in South America? Am I Rachel,are you Terence?"The great black world lay round them. As they were drawn smoothlyalong it seemed possessed72 of immense thickness and endurance.
They could discern pointed10 tree-tops and blunt rounded tree-tops.
Raising their eyes above the trees, they fixed them on the starsand the pale border of sky above the trees. The little points offrosty light infinitely73 far away drew their eyes and held them fixed,so that it seemed as if they stayed a long time and fell a greatdistance when once more they realised their hands grasping the railand their separate bodies standing side by side.
"You'd forgotten completely about me," Terence reproached her,taking her arm and beginning to pace the deck, "and I never forget you.""Oh, no," she whispered, she had not forgotten, only the stars--the night--the dark--"You're like a bird half asleep in its nest, Rachel. You're asleep.
You're talking in your sleep."Half asleep, and murmuring broken words, they stood in the anglemade by the bow of the boat. It slipped on down the river.
Now a bell struck on the bridge, and they heard the lapping of wateras it rippled74 away on either side, and once a bird startled in itssleep creaked, flew on to the next tree, and was silent again.
The darkness poured down profusely75, and left them with scarcelyany feeling of life, except that they were standing there togetherin the darkness.
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