Complete Works. D. H. Lawrence
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Название: Complete Works
Автор: D. H. Lawrence
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“Well, I'm middlin',” she replied.
“I see tha art,” he said. He stood looking down on her. Then he wiped his eyes with his handkerchief. Helpless, and as if nobody owned him, he looked.
“Have you gone on all right?” asked the wife, rather wearily, as if it were an effort to talk to him.
“Yis,” he answered. “'Er's a bit behint-hand now and again, as yer might expect.”
“Does she have your dinner ready?” asked Mrs. Morel.
“Well, I've 'ad to shout at 'er once or twice,” he said.
“And you MUST shout at her if she's not ready. She WILL leave things to the last minute.”
She gave him a few instructions. He sat looking at her as if she were almost a stranger to him, before whom he was awkward and humble, and also as if he had lost his presence of mind, and wanted to run. This feeling that he wanted to run away, that he was on thorns to be gone from so trying a situation, and yet must linger because it looked better, made his presence so trying. He put up his eyebrows for misery, and clenched his fists on his knees, feeling so awkward in presence of big trouble.
Mrs. Morel did not change much. She stayed in Sheffield for two months. If anything, at the end she was rather worse. But she wanted to go home. Annie had her children. Mrs. Morel wanted to go home. So they got a motor-car from Nottingham—for she was too ill to go by train—and she was driven through the sunshine. It was just August; everything was bright and warm. Under the blue sky they could all see she was dying. Yet she was jollier than she had been for weeks. They all laughed and talked.
“Annie,” she exclaimed, “I saw a lizard dart on that rock!”
Her eyes were so quick; she was still so full of life.
Morel knew she was coming. He had the front door open. Everybody was on tiptoe. Half the street turned out. They heard the sound of the great motor-car. Mrs. Morel, smiling, drove home down the street.
“And just look at them all come out to see me!” she said. “But there, I suppose I should have done the same. How do you do, Mrs. Mathews? How are you, Mrs. Harrison?”
They none of them could hear, but they saw her smile and nod. And they all saw death on her face, they said. It was a great event in the street.
Morel wanted to carry her indoors, but he was too old. Arthur took her as if she were a child. They had set her a big, deep chair by the hearth where her rocking-chair used to stand. When she was unwrapped and seated, and had drunk a little brandy, she looked round the room.
“Don't think I don't like your house, Annie,” she said; “but it's nice to be in my own home again.”
And Morel answered huskily:
“It is, lass, it is.”
And Minnie, the little quaint maid, said:
“An' we glad t' 'ave yer.”
There was a lovely yellow ravel of sunflowers in the garden. She looked out of the window.
“There are my sunflowers!” she said.
Chapter XIV
The Release
“By the way,” said Dr. Ansell one evening when Morel was in Sheffield, “we've got a man in the fever hospital here who comes from Nottingham—Dawes. He doesn't seem to have many belongings in this world.”
“Baxter Dawes!” Paul exclaimed.
“That's the man—has been a fine fellow, physically, I should think. Been in a bit of a mess lately. You know him?”
“He used to work at the place where I am.”
“Did he? Do you know anything about him? He's just sulking, or he'd be a lot better than he is by now.”
“I don't know anything of his home circumstances, except that he's separated from his wife and has been a bit down, I believe. But tell him about me, will you? Tell him I'll come and see him.”
The next time Morel saw the doctor he said:
“And what about Dawes?”
“I said to him,” answered the other, “'Do you know a man from Nottingham named Morel?' and he looked at me as if he'd jump at my throat. So I said: 'I see you know the name; it's Paul Morel.' Then I told him about your saying you would go and see him. 'What does he want?' he said, as if you were a policeman.”
“And did he say he would see me?” asked Paul.
“He wouldn't say anything—good, bad or indifferent,” replied the doctor.
“Why not?”
“That's what I want to know. There he lies and sulks, day in, day out. Can't get a word of information out of him.”
“Do you think I might go?” asked Paul.
“You might.”
There was a feeling of connection between the rival men, more than ever since they had fought. In a way Morel felt guilty towards the other, and more or less responsible. And being in such a state of soul himself, he felt an almost painful nearness to Dawes, who was suffering and despairing, too. Besides, they had met in a naked extremity of hate, and it was a bond. At any rate, the elemental man in each had met.
He went down to the isolation hospital, with Dr. Ansell's card. This sister, a healthy young Irishwoman, led him down the ward.
“A visitor to see you, Jim Crow,” she said.
Dawes turned over suddenly with a startled grunt.
“Eh?”
“Caw!” she mocked. “He can only say 'Caw!' I have brought you a gentleman to see you. Now say 'Thank you,' and show some manners.”
Dawes looked swiftly with his dark, startled eyes beyond the sister at Paul. His look was full of fear, mistrust, hate, and misery. Morel met the swift, dark eyes, and hesitated. The two men were afraid of the naked selves they had been.
“Dr. Ansell told me you were here,” said Morel, holding out his hand.
Dawes mechanically shook hands.
“So I thought I'd come in,” continued Paul.
There was no answer. Dawes lay staring at the opposite wall.
“Say 'Caw!”' mocked the nurse. “Say 'Caw!' Jim Crow.”
“He is getting on all right?” said Paul to her.
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