\"Thereisnoonetohelpher;shemusthelpherself。Shelooks。Thesethingsshehas——asweetvoice,richinsubtileintonations;afair,veryfairface,withapowerofconcentratinginitself,andgivingexpressionto,feelingsthatotherwisemusthavebeendissipatedinwords;ararepowerofenteringintootherlivesunlikeherown,andintuitivelyreadingthemaright。Thesequalitiesshehas。Howshallsheusethem?Apoet,awriter,needsonlythemental;whatusehasheforabeautifulbodythatregistersclearlymentalemotions?Andthepainterwantsaneyeforformandcolour,andthemusiciananearfortimeandtune,andthemeredrudgehasnoneedformentalgifts。
\"Butthereisoneartinwhichallshehaswouldbeused,forwhichtheyareallnecessary——thedelicateexpressivebody,therichvoice,thepowerofmentaltransposition。Theactor,whoabsorbsandthenreflectsfromhimselfotherhumanlives,needsthemall,butneedsnotmuchmore。Thisisherend;buthowtoreachit?Beforeherareendlessdifficulties:
seasmustbecrossed,povertymustbeendured,loneliness,want。Shemustbecontenttowaitlongbeforeshecanevengetherfeetuponthepath。Ifshehasmadeblundersinthepast,ifshehasweightedherselfwithaburdenwhichshemustbeartotheend,shemustbutbeartheburdenbravely,andlabouron。Thereisnouseinwailingandrepentancehere:
thenextworldistheplaceforthat;thislifeistooshort。Byourerrorsweseedeeperintolife。Theyhelpus。\"Shewaitedforawhile。
\"Ifshedoesallthis——ifshewaitspatiently,ifsheisnevercastdown,neverdespairs,neverforgetsherend,movesstraighttowardit,bendingmenandthingsmostunlikelytoherpurpose——shemustsucceedatlast。Menandthingsareplastic;theyparttotherightandleftwhenonecomesamongthemmovinginastraightlinetooneend。Iknowitbymyownlittleexperience,\"shesaid。\"LongyearsagoIresolvedtobesenttoschool。Itseemedathingutterlyoutofmypower;butIwaited,I
watched,Icollectedclothes,Iwrote,tookmyplaceattheschool;whenallwasreadyIborewithmyfullforceontheBoer—woman,andshesentmeatlast。Itwasasmallthing;butlifeismadeupofsmallthings,asabodyisbuiltupofcells。Whathasbeendoneinsmallthingscanbedoneinlarge。Shallbe,\"shesaidsoftly。
Waldolistened。Tohimthewordswerenoconfession,noglimpseintothestrong,proud,restlessheartofthewoman。Theyweregeneralwordswithageneralapplication。Helookedupintothesparklingskywithdulleyes。
\"Yes,\"hesaid;\"butwhenwelieandthink,andthink,weseethatthereisnothingworthdoing。Theuniverseissolarge,andmanissosmall——\"
Sheshookherheadquickly。
\"Butwemustnotthinksofar;itismadness,itisadisease。Weknowthatnoman’sworkisgreat,andstandsforever。Mosesisdead,andtheprophetsandthebooksthatourgrandmothersfedonthemouldiseating。
Yourpoetandpainterandactor,——beforetheshoutsthatapplaudthemhavediedtheirnamesgrowstrange,theyaremilestonesthattheworldhaspassed。Menhavesettheirmarkonmankindforever,astheythought;buttimehaswasheditoutasithaswashedoutmountainsandcontinents。\"Sheraisedherselfonherelbow。\"Andwhatifwecouldhelpmankind,andleavethetracesofourworkuponittotheend?Mankindisonlyanephemeralblossomonthetreeoftime;therewereothersbeforeitopened;therewillbeothersafterithasfallen。Wherewasmaninthetimeofthedicynodont,andwhenhoarymonsterswallowedinthemud?Willhebefoundintheaeonsthataretocome?Wearesparks,weareshadows,wearepollen,whichthenextwindwillcarryaway。Wearedyingalready;itisalladream。
\"Iknowthatthought。Whenthefeveroflivingisonus,whenthedesiretobecome,toknow,todo,isdrivingusmad,wecanuseitasananodyne,tostillthefeverandcoolourbeatingpulses。Butitisapoison,notafood。Ifweliveonititwillturnourbloodtoice;wemightaswellbedead。Wemustnot,Waldo;Iwantyourlifetobebeautiful,toendinsomething。YouarenoblerandstrongerthanI,\"shesaid;\"andasmuchbetterasoneofGod’sgreatangelsisbetterthanasinningman。Yourlifemustgoforsomething。\"
\"Yes,wewillwork,\"hesaid。
Shemovedclosertohimandlaystill,hisblackcurlstouchinghersmoothlittlehead。
Doss,whohadlainathismaster’sside,climbedoverthebench,andcurledhimselfupinherlap。Shedrewherskirtupoverhim,andthethreesatmotionlessforalongtime。
\"Waldo,\"shesaid,suddenly,\"theyarelaughingatus。\"
\"Who?\"heasked,startingup。
\"They——thestars!\"shesaid,softly。\"Doyounotsee?Thereisalittlewhite,mockingfingerpointingdownatusfromeachoneofthem!Wearetalkingoftomorrowandtomorrow,andourheartsaresostrong;wearenotthinkingofsomethingthatcantouchussoftlyinthedarkandmakeusstillforever。TheyarelaughingatusWaldo。\"
Bothsatlookingupward。
\"Doyoueverpray?\"heaskedherinalowvoice。
\"No。\"
\"Ineverdo;butImightwhenIlookupthere。Iwilltellyou,\"headded,inastilllowervoice,\"whereIcouldpray。Iftherewereawallofrockontheedgeofaworld,andonerockstretchedoutfar,farintospace,andIstoodaloneuponit,alone,withstarsaboveme,andstarsbelowme,——I
wouldnotsayanything;butthefeelingwouldbeprayer。\"
Therewasanendtotheirconversationafterthat,andDossfellasleeponherknee。Atlastthenight—windgrewverychilly。
\"Ah,\"shesaid,shivering,anddrawingtheskirtabouthershoulders,\"Iamcold。Span—inthehorses,andcallmewhenyouareready。\"
Sheslippeddownandwalkedtowardthehouse,Dossstifflyfollowingher,notpleasedatbeingroused。AtthedoorshemetGregory。
\"Ihavebeenlookingforyoueverywhere;mayInotdriveyouhome?\"hesaid。
\"Waldodrivesme,\"shereplied,passingon;anditappearedtoGregorythatshelookedathimintheoldway,withoutseeinghim。Butbeforeshehadreachedthedooranideahadoccurredtoher,forsheturned。
\"Ifyouwishtodrivemeyoumay。\"
GregorywenttolookforEm,whomhefoundpouringoutcoffeeinthebackroom。Heputhishandquicklyonhershoulder。
\"YoumustridewithWaldo;Iamgoingtodriveyourcousinhome。\"
\"ButIcan’tcomejustnow,Greg;IpromisedTantAnnieMullertolookafterthethingswhileshewenttorestalittle。\"
\"Well,youcancomepresently,can’tyou?Ididn’tsayyouweretocomenow。I’msickofthisthing,\"saidGregory,turningsharplyonhisheel。
\"WhymustIsitupthewholenightbecauseyourstepmotherchoosestogetmarried?\"
\"Oh,it’sallright,Greg,Ionlymeant——\"
Buthedidnothearher,andamanhadcomeuptohavehiscupfilled。
AnhourafterWaldocameintolookforher,andfoundherstillbusyatthetable。
\"Thehorsesareready,\"hesaid;\"butifyouwouldliketohaveonedancemoreIwillwait。\"
Sheshookherheadwearily。
\"No;Iamquiteready。Iwanttogo。\"
Andsoontheywereonthesandyroadthebuggyhadtravelledanhourbefore。Theirhorses,withheadsclosetogether,noddingsleepilyastheywalkedinthestarlight,youmighthavecountedtheriseandfalloftheirfeetinthesand;andWaldoinhissaddlenoddeddrowsilyalso。OnlyEmwasawake,andwatchedthestarlitroadwithwide—openeyes。Atlastshespoke。
\"Iwonderifallpeoplefeelsoold,soveryold,whentheygettobeseventeen?\"
\"Notolderthanbefore,\"saidWaldosleepily,pullingathisbridle。
Presentlyshesaidagain:
\"IwishIcouldhavebeenalittlechildalways。Youaregoodthen。Youareneverselfish;youlikeeveryonetohaveeverything;butwhenyouaregrownuptherearesomethingsyouliketohavealltoyourself,youdon’tlikeanyoneelsetohaveanyofthem。\"
\"Yes,\"saidWaldosleepily,andshedidnotspeakagain。
Whentheyreachedthefarmhouseallwasdark,forLyndallhadretiredassoonastheygothome。
WaldoliftedEmfromhersaddle,andforamomentsheleanedherheadonhisshoulderandclungtohim。
\"Youareverytired,\"hesaid,ashewalkedwithhertothedoor;\"letmegoinandlightacandleforyou。\"
\"No,thankyou;itisallright,\"shesaid。\"Goodnight,Waldo,dear。\"
Butwhenshewentinshesatlongaloneinthedark。
Chapter2。VII。WaldoGoesOuttoTasteLife,andEmStaysAtHomeandTastesIt。
Atnineo’clockintheevening,packinghisbundlesforthenextmorning’sstart,Waldolookedup,andwassurprisedtoseeEm’syellowheadpeepinginathisdoor。Itwasmanyamonthsinceshehadbeenthere。Shesaidshehadmadehimsandwichesforhisjourney,andshestayedawhiletohelphimputhisgoodsintothesaddlebags。
\"Youcanleavetheoldthingslyingabout,\"shesaid;\"Iwilllocktheroom,andkeepitwaitingforyoutocomebacksomeday。\"
Tocomebacksomeday!Wouldthebirdeverreturntoitscage?Buthethankedher。Whenshewentawayhestoodonthedoorstepholdingthecandletillshehadalmostreachedthehouse。ButEmwasthateveninginnohurrytoenter,and,insteadofgoinginatthebackdoor,walkedwithlaggingfootstepsroundthelowbrickwallthatranbeforethehouse。
Oppositetheopenwindowoftheparlourshestopped。Thelittleroom,keptcarefullyclosedinTantSannie’stime,waswelllightedbyaparaffinlamp;booksandworklaystrewnaboutit,anditworeabright,habitableaspect。BesidethelampatthetableinthecornersatLyndall,theopenlettersandpapersoftheday’spostlyingscatteredbeforeher,whilesheperusedthecolumnsofanewspaper。Atthecentretable,withhisarmsfoldedonanopenpaper,whichtherewasnotlightenoughtoread,satGregory。Hewaslookingather。ThelightfromtheopenwindowfellonEm’slittlefaceunderitswhitekapjeasshelookedin,butnooneglancedthatway。
\"Goandfetchmeaglassofwater!\"Lyndallsaid,atlast。
Gregorywentouttofindit;whenheputitdownathersideshemerelymovedherheadinrecognition,andhewentbacktohisseatandhisoldoccupation。ThenEmmovedslowlyawayfromthewindow,andthroughitcameinspotted,hard—wingedinsects,toplayroundthelamp,till,onebyone,theystucktoitsglass,andfelltothefootdead。
Teno’clockstruck。ThenLyndallrose,gatheredupherpapersandletters,andwishedGregorygoodnight。SometimeafterEmentered;shehadbeensittingallthewhileontheloftladder,andhaddrawnherkapjedownverymuchoverherface。
Gregorywaspiecingtogetherthebitsofanenvelopewhenshecamein。
\"Ithoughtyouwerenevercoming,\"hesaid,turningroundquickly,andthrowingthefragmentsontothefloor。\"YouknowIhavebeenshearingallday,anditisteno’clockalready。\"
\"I’msorry。Ididnotthinkyouwouldbegoingsosoon,\"shesaidinalowvoice。
\"Ican’thearwhatyousay。Whatmakesyoumumbleso?Well,goodnight,Em。\"
Hestoopeddownhastilytokissher。
\"Iwanttotalktoyou,Gregory。\"
\"Well,makehaste,\"hesaidpettishly。\"I’mawfullytired。I’vebeensittingherealltheevening。Whycouldn’tyoucomeandtalkbefore?\"
\"Iwillnotkeepyoulong,\"sheansweredverysteadilynow。\"Ithink,Gregory,itwouldbebetterifyouandIwerenevertobemarried。\"
\"GoodHeaven!Em,whatdoyoumean?Ithoughtyouweresofondofme?
Youalwaysprofessedtobe。Whatonearthhaveyoutakenintoyourheadnow?\"
\"Ithinkitwouldbebetter,\"shesaid,foldingherhandsovereachother,verymuchasthoughshewerepraying。
\"Better,Em!Whatdoyoumean?Evenawomancan’ttakeafreakallaboutnothing!Youmusthavesomereasonforit,andI’msureI’vedonenothingtooffendyou。Iwroteonlytodaytomysistertotellhertocomeupnextmonthtoourwedding,andI’vebeenasaffectionateandhappyaspossible。
Come——what’sthematter?\"
Heputhisarmhalfroundhershoulder,veryloosely。
\"Ithinkitwouldbebetter,\"sheanswered,slowly。
\"Oh,well,\"hesaid,drawinghimselfup,\"ifyouwon’tenterintoexplanationsyouwon’t;andI’mnotthemantobegandpray——nottoanywoman,andyouknowthat!Ifyoudon’twanttomarrymeIcan’tobligeyouto,ofcourse。\"
Shestoodquitestillbeforehim。
\"Youwomenneverdoknowyourownmindsfortwodaystogether;andofcourseyouknowthestateofyourownfeelingsbest;butit’sverystrange。
Haveyoureallymadeupyourmind,Em?\"
\"Yes。\"
\"Well,I’mverysorry。I’msureI’venotbeeninanythingtoblame。Amancan’talwaysbebillingandcooing;but,asyousay,ifyourfeelingformehaschanged,it’smuchbetteryoushouldn’tmarryme。There’snothingsofoolishastomarrysomeoneyoudon’tlove;andIonlywishforyourhappiness,I’msure。Idaresayyou’llfindsomeonecanmakeyoumuchhappierthanIcould;thefirstpersonweloveisseldomtherightone。
Youareveryyoung;it’squitenaturalyoushouldchange。\"
Shesaidnothing。
\"Thingsoftenseemhardatthetime,butProvidencemakesthemturnoutforthebestintheend,\"saidGregory。\"You’llletmekissyou,Em,justforoldfriendship’ssake。\"Hestoopeddown。\"Youmustlookuponmeasadearbrother,asacousinatleast;aslongasIamonthefarmIshallalwaysbegladtohelpyou,Em。\"
Soonafterthebrownponywascanteringalongthefootpathtothedaub—and—
wattlehouse,andhismasterasherodewhistledJohnSperiwigandtheThornKloofSchottische。
Thesunhadnotyettouchedtheoutstretchedarmsofthepricklypearuponthekopje,andtheearlycocksandhensstillstruttedaboutstifflyafterthenight’sroost,whenWaldostoodbeforethewagon—housesaddlingthegreymare。Everynowandthenheglancedupattheoldfamiliarobjects:
theyhadanewaspectthatmorning。Eventhecocks,seeninthelightofparting,hadapeculiarinterest,andhelistenedwithconsciousattentionwhileonecrowedclearandloudasitstoodonthepigstywall。HewishedgoodmorningsoftlytotheKafferwomanwhowascomingupfromthehutstolightthefire。Hewasleavingthemalltothatoldlife,andfromhisheighthelookeddownonthempityingly。Sotheywouldkeeponcrowing,andcomingtolightfires,whenforhimthatoldcolourlessexistencewasbutadream。
Hewentintothehousetosaygood—byetoEm,andthenhewalkedtothedoorofLyndall’sroomtowakeher;butshewasup,andstandinginthedoorway。
\"Soyouareready,\"shesaid。
Waldolookedatherwithsuddenheaviness;theexhilarationdiedoutofhisheart。Hergreydressing—gownhungcloseabouther,andbelowitsedgethelittlebarefeetwererestingonthethreshold。
\"Iwonderwhenweshallmeetagain,Waldo?Whatyouwillbe,andwhatI?\"
\"Willyouwritetome?\"heaskedofher。
\"Yes;andifIshouldnot,youcanstillremember,whereveryouare,thatyouarenotalone。\"
\"IhaveleftDossforyou,\"hesaid。
\"Willyounotmisshim?\"
\"No;Iwantyoutohavehim。Helovesyoubetterthanhelovesme。\"
\"Thankyou。\"Theystoodquiet。
\"Good—bye!\"shesaid,puttingherlittlehandinhis,andheturnedaway;
butwhenhereachedthedoorshecalledtohim:\"Comeback,Iwanttokissyou。\"Shedrewhisfacedowntohers,andhelditwithbothhands,andkisseditontheforeheadandmouth。\"Good—bye,dear!\"
Whenhelookedbackthelittlefigurewithitsbeautifuleyeswasstandinginthedoorwaystill。
Chapter2。VIII。TheKopje。
\"Goodmorning!\"
Em,whowasinthestoreroommeasuringtheKaffer’srations,lookedupandsawherformerloverstandingbetwixtherandthesunshine。Forsomedaysafterthateveningonwhichhehadriddenhomewhistlinghehadshunnedher。Shemightwishtoenterintoexplanations,andhe,GregoryRose,wasnotthemanforthatkindofthing。Ifawomanhadoncethrownhimoverboardshemusttaketheconsequences,andstandbythem。When,however,sheshowednoinclinationtoreverttothepast,andshunnedhimmorethanheshunnedher,Gregorysoftened。
\"YoumustletmecallyouEmstill,andbelikeabrothertoyoutillI
go,\"hesaid;andEmthankedhimsohumblythathewishedshehadn’t。Itwasn’tsoeasyafterthattothinkhimselfaninjuredman。
Onthatmorninghestoodsometimeinthedoorwayswitchinghiswhip,andmovingratherrestlesslyfromonelegtotheother。
\"IthinkI’lljusttakeawalkuptothecampsandseehowyourbirdsaregettingon。NowWaldo’sgoneyou’venoonetoseeafterthings。Nicemorning,isn’tit?\"Thenheaddedsuddenly,\"I’lljustgoroundtothehouseandgetadrinkofwaterfirst;\"andsomewhatawkwardlywalkedoff。
Hemighthavefoundwaterinthekitchen,butheneverglancedtowardthebuckets。Inthefrontroomamonkeyandtwotumblersstoodonthecentre—
table;buthemerelylookedround,peepedintotheparlour,lookedroundagain,andthenwalkedoutatthefrontdoor,andfoundhimselfagainatthestoreroomwithouthavingsatisfiedhisthirst。\"Awfullynicemorningthis,\"hesaid,tryingtoposehimselfinagracefulandindifferentattitudeagainstthedoor。\"Itisn’thotanditisn’tcold。It’sawfullynice。\"
\"Yes,\"saidEm。
\"Yourcousin,now,\"saidGregoryinanaimlesssortofway——\"Isupposeshe’sshutupinherroomwritingletters。\"
\"No,\"saidEm。
\"Goneforadrive,Iexpect?Nicemorningforadrive。\"
\"No。\"
\"Gonetoseetheostriches,Isuppose?\"
\"No。\"AfteralittlesilenceEmadded,\"Isawhergobythekraalstothekopje。\"
Gregorycrossedanduncrossedhislegs。
\"Well,IthinkI’lljustgoandhavealookabout,\"hesaid,\"andseehowthingsaregettingonbeforeIgotothecamps。Good—bye;solong。\"
Emleftforawhilethebagsshewasfoldingandwenttothewindow,thesamethroughwhich,yearsbefore,Bonapartehadwatchedtheslouchingfigurecrosstheyard。Gregorywalkedtothepigstyfirst,andcontemplatedthepigsforafewseconds;thenturnedround,andstoodlookingfixedlyatthewallofthefuel—houseasthoughhethoughtitwantedrepairing;thenhestartedoffsuddenlywiththeevidentintentionofgoingtotheostrich—camps;thenpaused,hesitated,andfinallywalkedoffinthedirectionofthekopje。
ThenEmwentbacktothecornerandfoldedmoresacks。
OntheothersideofthekopjeGregorycaughtsightofawhitetailwavingamongthestones,andasuccessionofshort,franticbarkstoldwhereDosswasengagedinhowlingimploringlytoalizardwhohadcreptbetweentwostones,andwhohadnottheslightestintentionofre—sunninghimselfatthatparticularmoment。
Thedog’smistresssathigherup,undertheshelvingrock,herfacebentoveravolumeofplaysuponherknee。AsGregorymountedthestonesshestartedviolentlyandlookedup;thenresumedherbook。
\"IhopeIamnottroublingyou,\"saidGregoryashereachedherside。\"IfIamIwillgoaway。Ijust——\"
\"No;youmaystay。\"
\"IfearIstartledyou。\"
\"Yes;yourstepwasfirmerthanitgenerallyis。Ithoughtitwasthatofsomeoneelse。\"
\"Whocoulditbebutme?\"askedGregory,seatinghimselfonastoneatherfeet。
\"Doyousupposeyouaretheonlymanwhowouldfindanythingtoattracthimtothiskopje?\"
\"Oh,no,\"saidGregory。
Hewasnotgoingtoarguethatpointwithher,noranyother;butnooldBoerwaslikelytotakethetroubleofclimbingthekopje,andwhoelsewasthere?
Shecontinuedthestudyofherbook。
\"MissLyndall,\"hesaidatlast,\"Idon’tknowwhyitisyounevertalktome。\"
\"Wehadalongconversationyesterday,\"shesaidwithoutlookingup。
\"Yes;butyouaskmequestionsaboutsheepandoxen。Idon’tcallthattalking。YouusedtotalktoWaldo,now,\"hesaid,inanaggrievedtoneofvoice。\"I’veheardyouwhenIcamein,andthenyou’vejustleftoff。Youtreatedmelikethatfromthefirstday;andyoucouldn’ttellfromjustlookingatmethatIcouldn’ttalkaboutthethingsyoulike。I’msureI
knowasmuchaboutsuchthingsasWaldodoes,\"saidGregory,inexceedingbitternessofspirit。
\"Idonotknowwhichthingsyoureferto。IfyouwillenlightenmeIamquitepreparedtospeakofthem,\"shesaid,readingasshespoke。
\"Oh,youneverusedtoaskWaldolikethat,\"saidGregory,inamoresorelyaggrievedtonethanever。\"Youusedjusttobegin。\"
\"Well,letmesee,\"shesaid,closingherbookandfoldingherhandsonit。
\"ThereatthefootofthekopjegoesaKaffer;hehasnothingonbutablanket;heisasplendidfellow——sixfeethigh,withamagnificentpairoflegs。Inhisleatherbagheisgoingtofetchhisrations,andIsupposetokickhiswifewithhisbeautifullegswhenhegetshome。Hehasarightto;heboughtherfortwooxen。Thereisaleandoggoingafterhim,towhomIsupposehenevergivesmorethanabonefromwhichhehassuckedthemarrow;buthisdogloveshim,ashiswifedoes。Thereissomethingofthemasterabouthiminspiteofhisblacknessandwool。Seehowhebrandisheshisstickandholdsuphishead!\"
\"Oh,butaren’tyoumakingfun?\"saidGregory,lookingdoubtfullyfromhertotheKafferherd,whoroundedthekopje。
\"No;Iamveryserious。HeisthemostinterestingandintelligentthingI
canseejustnow,except,perhaps,Doss。Heisprofoundlysuggestive。
Willhisracemeltawayintheheatofacollisionwithahigher?Arethemenofthefuturetoseehisbonesonlyinmuseums——avestigeofonelinkthatspannedbetweenthedogandthewhiteman?Hewakesthoughtsthatrunfaroutintothefutureandbackintothepast。\"
Gregorywasnotquitesurehowtotaketheseremarks。BeingaboutaKaffer,theyappearedtobeofthenatureofajoke;but,beingseriouslyspoken,theyappearedearnest;sohehalflaughedandhalfnot,tobeonthesafeside。
\"I’veoftenthoughtsomyself。It’sfunnyweshouldboththinkthesame;I
knewweshouldifoncewetalked。Butthereareotherthings——love,now,\"
headded。\"Iwonderifwewouldthinkalikeaboutthat。Iwroteanessayonloveonce;themastersaiditwasthebestIeverwrote,andIcanrememberthefirstsentencestill——’Loveissomethingthatyoufeelinyourheart。’\"
\"Thatwasatrenchantremark。Can’tyourememberanymore?\"
\"No,\"saidGregory,regretfully;\"I’veforgottentherest。Buttellmewhatdoyouthinkaboutlove?\"
Alook,halfofabstraction,halfamusement,playedonherlips。
\"Idon’tknowmuchaboutlove,\"shesaid,\"andIdonotliketotalkofthingsIdonotunderstand;butIhaveheardtwoopinions。Somesaythedevilcarriedtheseedfromhellandplanteditontheearthtoplaguemenandmakethemsin;andsomesay,thatwhenalltheplantsinthegardenofEdenwerepulledupbytheroots,onebushthattheangelsplantedwasleftgrowing,anditspreaditsseedoverthewholeearth,anditsnameislove。
Idonotknowwhichisright——perhapsboth。Therearedifferentspeciesthatgounderthesamename。Thereisalovethatbeginsinthehead,andgoesdowntotheheart,andgrowsslowly;butitlaststilldeath,andaskslessthanitgives。Thereisanotherlove,thatblotsoutwisdom,thatissweetwiththesweetnessoflifeandbitterwiththebitternessofdeath,lastingforanhour;butitisworthhavinglivedawholelifeforthathour。Icannottell,perhapstheoldmonkswererightwhentheytriedtorootloveout;perhapsthepoetsarerightwhentheytrytowaterit。Itisablood—redflower,withthecolourofsin;butthereisalwaysthescentofagodaboutit。\"
Gregorywouldhavemadearemark;butshesaid,withoutnoticing:
\"Thereareasmanykindsoflovesasthereareflowers;everlastingsthatneverwither;speedwellsthatwaitforthewindtofanthemoutoflife;
blood—redmountain—liliesthatpourtheirvoluptuoussweetnessoutforoneday,andlieinthedustatnight。Thereisnoflowerhasthecharmofall——thespeedwell’spurity,theeverlasting’sstrength,themountain—
lily’swarmth;butwhoknowswhetherthereisnolovethatholdsall——
friendship,passion,worship?
\"Suchalove,\"shesaid,inhersweetestvoice,\"willfallonthesurfaceofstrong,cold,selfishlifeasthesunlightfallsonatorpidwinterworld;there,wherethetreesarebare,andthegroundfrozen,tillitringstothesteplikeiron,andthewaterissolid,andtheairissharpasatwo—edgedknifethatcutstheunwary。
\"Butwhenitssunshinesonit,throughitswholedeadcrustathrobbingyearningwakes:thetreesfeelhim,andeveryknotandbudswell,achingtoopentohim。Thebrownseeds,whohavesleptdeepundertheground,feelhim,andhegivesthemstrength,tilltheybreakthroughthefrozenearth,andlifttwotiny,tremblinggreenhandsinlovetohim。Andhetouchesthewater,tilldowntoitsdepthsitfeelshimandmelts,anditflows,andthethings,strangesweetthingsthatwerelockedupinit,itsingsasitruns,forloveofhim。Eachplanttriestobearatleastonefragrantlittleflowerforhim;andtheworldthatwasdeadlives,andtheheartthatwasdeadandself—centredthrobs,withanupward,outwardyearning,andithasbecomethatwhichitseemedimpossibleevertobecome。
There,doesthatsatisfyyou?\"sheasked,lookingdownatGregory。\"Isthathowyoulikemetotalk?\"
\"Oh,yes,\"saidGregory,\"thatiswhatIhavealreadythought。Wehavethesamethoughtsabouteverything。Howstrange!\"
\"Very,\"saidLyndall,workingwithherlittletoeatastoneinthegroundbeforeher。