Complete Works. D. H. Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ to start with — if she has me — in Canada. I could get well off — and she could have — what she wanted — I’m sure she’d have what she wanted.”

      He took it all calmly as if it were realised. I was somewhat amused.

      “What frock will she have on when she comes to meet me?” he asked.

      “I don’t know. The same as she’s gone to Nottingham in, I suppose — a sort of gold-brown costume with a rather tight-fitting coat. Why?”

      “I was thinking how she’d look.”

      “What chickens are you counting now?” I asked.

      “But what do you think I look best in?” he replied.

      “You? Just as you are — no, put that old smooth cloth coat on — that’s all.” I smiled as I told him, but he was very serious. “Shan’t I put my new clothes on?”

      “No — you want to leave your neck showing.”

      He put his hand to his throat, and said naïvely:

      “Do I?”— and it amused him.

      Then he lay looking dreamily up into the tree. I left him, and went wandering round the fields finding flowers and bird’s nests.

      When I came back, it was nearly four o’clock. He stood up and stretched himself. He pulled out his watch.

      “Good Lord,” he drawled, “I’ve lain there thinking all afternoon. I didn’t know I could do such a thing. Where have you been? It’s with being all upset, you see. You left the violets — here, take them, will you; and tell her; I’ll come when it’s getting dark. I feel like somebody else — or else really like myself. I hope I shan’t wake up to the other things — you know, like I am always — before them.”

      “Why not?”

      “Oh, I don’t know — only I feel as if I could talk straight off without arranging — like birds, without knowing what note is coming next.”

      When I was going he said:

      “Here, leave me that book — it’ll keep me like this — I mean I’m not the same as I was yesterday, and that book’ll keep me like it. Perhaps it’s a bilious bout — I do sometimes have one, if something very extraordinary happens. When it’s getting dark then!”

      Lettie had not arrived when I went home. I put the violets in a little vase on the table. I remembered he had wanted her to see the drawings — it was perhaps as well he had kept them.

      She came about six o’clock — in the motor-car with Marie. But the latter did not descend. I went out to assist with the parcels. Lettie had already begun to buy things; the wedding was fixed for July.

      The room was soon over-covered with stuffs: table linen, underclothing, pieces of silken stuff and lace stuff, patterns for carpets and curtains, a whole gleaming, glowing array. Lettie was very delighted. She could hardly wait to take off her hat, but went round cutting the string of her parcels, opening them, talking all the time to my mother.

      “Look, Little Woman. I’ve got a ready-made underskirt — isn’t it lovely. Listen!” and she ruffled it through her hands. “Shan’t I sound splendid! Frou-Frou! But it is a charming shade, isn’t it, and not a bit bulky or clumsy anywhere?” She put the band of the skirt against her waist, and put forward her foot, and looked down, saying, “It’s just the right length, isn’t it, Little Woman? — and they said I was tall — it was a wonder. Don’t you wish it were yours, Little? — oh, you won’t confess it. Yes, you like to be as fine as anybody — that’s why I bought you this piece of silk — isn’t it sweet, though? — you needn’t say there’s too much lavender in it, there is not. Now!” She pleated it up and held it against my mother’s chin. “It suits you beautifully — doesn’t it? Don’t you like it, Sweet? You don’t seem to like it a bit, and I’m sure it suits you — makes you look ever so young. I wish you wouldn’t be so old-fashioned in your notions. You do like it, don’t you?”

      “Of course I do — I was only thinking what an extravagant mortal you are when you begin to buy. You know you mustn’t keep on always —”

      “Now — now, Sweet, don’t be naughty and preachey. It’s such a treat to go buying. You will come with me next time, won’t you? Oh, I have enjoyed it — but I wished you were there — Marie takes anything, she’s so easy to suit — I like to have a good buy — Oh, it was splendid! — and there’s lots more yet. Oh, did you see this cushion-cover — these are the colours I want for that room — gold and amber —”

      This was a bad opening. I watched the shadows darken farther and farther along the brightness, hushing the glitter of the water. I watched the golden ripeness come upon the west, and thought the rencontre was never to take place. At last, however, Lettie flung herself down with a sigh, saying she was tired.

      “Come into the dining-room and have a cup of tea,” said Mother. “I told Rebecca to mash when you came in.”

      “All right. Leslie’s coming up later on, I believe — about half-past eight, he said. Should I show him what I’ve bought?”

      “There’s nothing there for a man to see.”

      “I shall have to change my dress, and I’m sure I don’t want the fag. Rebecca, just go and look at the things I’ve bought — in the other room — and, Becky, fold them up for me, will you, and put them on my bed?”

      As soon as she’d gone out, Lettie said:

      “She’ll enjoy doing it, won’t she, Mother, they’re so nice! Do you think I need dress, Mother?”

      “Please yourself — do as you wish.”

      “I suppose I shall have to; he doesn’t like blouses and skirts of an evening, he says; he hates the belt. I’ll wear that old cream cashmere; it looks nice now I’ve put that new lace on it. Don’t those violets smell nice? — who got them?”

      “Cyril brought them in.”

      “George sent them you,” said I.

      “Well, I’ll just run up and take my dress off. Why are we troubled with men!”

      “It’s a trouble you like well enough,” said Mother. “Oh, do I? such a bother!” and she ran upstairs.

      The sun was red behind Highclose. I kneeled in the window seat and smiled at Fate and at people who imagine that strange states are near to the inner realities. The sun went straight down behind the cedar trees, deliberately, and, it seemed as I watched, swiftly lowered itself behind the trees, behind the rim of the hill.

      “I must go,” I said to myself, “and tell him she will not come.”

      Yet I fidgeted about the room, loth to depart. Lettie came down, dressed in white — or cream — cut low round the neck. She looked very delightful and fresh again, with a sparkle of the afternoon’s excitement still.

      “I’ll put some of these violets on me,” she said, glancing at herself in the mirror, and then taking the flowers from their water, she dried them, and fastened them among her lace.

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