Five Nights Part 15
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We went over to the little cas.e.m.e.nt, and leant our arms side by side on the sill.
The glorious afternoon sunlight was ripening and deepening into orange, a burnished sheen lay over everything, the blue hills were changing into violet, the trees along the road stood motionless, soft, and feathery-looking in the sleepy heat. As we looked out we saw a light cart coming leisurely along and recognised our luggage in it.
Some fifteen minutes later the round-eyed maid reappeared, with a man following her carrying our luggage.
"If you please, m'm, Mrs. Jevons says would the gentleman go down and give what orders he likes for dinner for to-day and to-morrow as the tradesmen are here now and would like to know."
"Do you mind going down, Trevor?" Viola asked me. "I want just to get a few of my things out?"
"Certainly not," I answered, "I'll go." And I followed the maid out and downstairs.
When I returned to the room about half-an-hour later, it was empty, and as I looked round it seemed transformed, now that her possessions were scattered about. I walked across it, a curious sense of pleasure seeming to clasp my heart and rock it in a cradle of joy.
I glanced at the toilet table. On the white cloth lay now two gold-backed brushes, a gold-backed mirror and a gold b.u.t.ton-hook, a little clock in silver and a framed photograph of me; over the chair by the dressing-table was thrown what seemed a ma.s.s of mauve silk and piles of lace. I lifted it very gently, fearing it would almost fall to pieces, it seemed so fragile, and discovered it was her dressing-gown. How the touch of its folds stirred me since it was _hers_!
I replaced it carefully, wondering at the keen sensation of pleasure that invaded me as the soft laces touched my hands.
I turned to my own suit-case, unstrapped it, opened it, and then pulled out the top drawer of the chest, intending to lay my things in, but I stopped short as I drew it out.
A sheet of tissue paper lay on the top, and underneath this was her dinner-dress--a delicate white cloud of s.h.i.+mmering stuff told me it was that--and at the end of the drawer I saw two little white shoes and white silk stockings.
I paused, looking down at the contents of the drawer, wondering at the wave of emotion they sent through me. Why, when I possessed the girl herself, should these things of hers have any power to move me?
It was perhaps partly because this form of possession, of intimacy, was so new to me, and partly because I was young and still keenly sensitive to all the delights of life and not yet even on the edge of satiety. I lifted one little shoe out and sat down with it in my hand, gazing at its delicate, perfect shape, my heart beating quickly and the blood mounting joyously to my brain.
What a wonderful thing it is, this life in youth when even the sight of a girl's shoe can bring one such keen, pa.s.sionate pleasure!
Yet what pain, what agony it would be if by chance I had come across this shoe and held it in my hand as now, and there was no violet night to follow, no white arms going to be stretched out through its deep mauve-tinted shadows!
I was still sitting with the shoe in my hand when Viola reappeared, her arms full of lilac.
"I went down to the garden to get some of this," she said. "It looked so lovely. What are you doing, Trevor, sitting there? The woman has made the tea, and it will be much too strong if you don't come down."
She came up behind me and I saw her flush and smile in the gla.s.s as she caught sight of her shoe. I looked up, and she coloured still more at my glance.
"I am thinking about this and other things," I said smiling up at her.
She bent over and kissed me and took the shoe out of my hand.
"I am glad you like my little shoe," she said gently with a tender edge to her tone, replacing the shoe in the drawer.
"Now do come down."
She put all the lilac in a great ma.s.s in the jug and basin, and we went downstairs.
After tea we went out to explore our new and temporarily acquired territory, and found there was another flower garden at the side of the house. This, like the one in front, was hedged round with lilac laden with glorious blossom of all shades, from deepest purple through all the degrees of mauve to white. Every here and there the line was broken by a May-tree just bursting into bloom that thrust its pink or white buds through the lilac. A narrow path paved with large, uneven, moss-covered stone flags led down the centre and on through a little wicket gate into the kitchen garden beyond, so that altogether there was quite an extensive walk through the three gardens, all flower-lined and sweetly fragrant. We pa.s.sed slowly along the path down to the extreme end of the kitchen garden where there was a seat under a broad-leaved fig-tree. By the side of the seat stood an old pump, handle and spout shaded by a vine that half trained and half of its own will trailed and gambolled up the old red brick garden wall. A flycatcher perched on the pump handle and thrilled out its gay irresponsible song.
"I have just come over the sea and I am so glad to be here, so glad, so glad," it seemed to be saying, and two swallows skimmed backwards and forwards low down to the earth, gathering mud from a little pool by the pump.
We sat down on the bench and looked out from under the fig-tree at the pure tranquil sky, full of gold light and just tinted with the first rosy flush of evening.
There was complete silence save for the clear, gay, rippling song of the bird, and the deep peace of the scene seemed to fall upon us like an enchanted spell.
Viola dropped her head on my shoulder with a sigh of contentment.
"I am so happy, so content. I feel as glad as that little flycatcher.
It has escaped from the sea and the storms and winds, and I've got away from London, its tiresome dinners and hot rooms and all the stupid men who want to marry one."
I laughed and watched her face as it lay against me, and I saw her eyes half-closed as she gazed dreaming into the suns.h.i.+ne.
Faint pink clouds sailed across the sky at intervals like downy feathers blown before a breeze; the flycatcher continued its chattering song to us, some bees hummed with a warm summer-like sound over the wall.
An hour slipped by and seemed only like one golden moment. We heard a bell jangle from the direction of the house, and when I looked at my watch I saw it was time to dress for dinner.
When we retraced our steps the whole garden was bathed in rosy light and the lilac stood out in it curiously and poured forth a wonderful, heavy fragrance as we pa.s.sed.
The voice of spring, that beautiful low whisper with its promise of summer and cloudless days was in all the air. Had we been married several years I do not think either Viola or I would have found Mrs.
Jevons's cooking good nor praised the dinner that night; the attendance also might have been condemned. But as it was we were in that magic mirage of first days together and everything seemed perfect.
When it was over we sought the outside again and sat watching the now paling rose of the sky being replaced by clear, tender green. A pa.s.sion and rapture of song, the last evening song of the birds, was being poured out on the still dewy air all round us. One by one the songsters grew tired and ceased as a pale star grew visible here and there in the transparent sky, and complete silence fell on the garden.
Only a bat flitted across it silently now and then, and the white night-moths came and played by us. I had my arm round her waist and I drew her close to me and looked down upon her through the dusky twilight.
"Let us go, too, dearest, it is quite late."
She looked up, the colour waving all over her face, and smiled back at me, and we went in and upstairs.
When we reached our room, the window was wide open as we had left it and the room seemed full of soft violet gloom, heavy with fragrance of the lilac that shewed its pale mauve stars through the shadows.
It was so beautiful, the effect of the deep summer twilight, that I told her not to light the candles.
"Shew yourself to me in this wonderful mysterious half-light, nothing can be more beautiful."
I sat down on the foot of the bed watching her, my heart beating, every pulse within me throbbing with delight.
Viola did not answer. She did not light the candles, but with the rustle of falling silk and lace began her undressing.
That night I could not sleep. The window stood open, and the room was filled with the soft mysterious twilight of the summer night with its thousand wandering perfumes, its tiny sounds of bats and whirring wings.
The cherry bloom thrust its long, white, scented arms into the room. I lay looking towards the white square of the window wide-eyed and thinking.
A strange elation possessed my brain. I felt happy with a clear consciousness of feeling happy. One can be happy unconsciously or consciously.
The first state is like the sensation one has when lying in hot water: one is warm, but one hardly knows it, so accustomed to the embrace of the water has the body become.
The other state of conscious happiness is like that of first entering the bath, when the skin is violently keenly alive to the heat of the water.
Viola lay beside me motionless, wrapped in a soundless sleep like the sleep of exhaustion. Not the faintest sound of breathing came from her closed lips.
The room was so light I could distinctly see the pale circle of her face and all the undulating lines of her fair hair beside me on the pillow.
Five Nights Part 15
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