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frocks she made for herself； and hats she bent to her fancy。 An
inspiration was upon her。
He sat with a sort of languor in her grandmother's rocking
chair； rocking slowly； languidly； backward and forward； as
Ursula talked to him。
〃You are not poor； are you？〃 she said。
〃Poor in money？ I have about a hundred and fifty a year of my
ownso I am poor or rich； as you like。 I am poor enough；
in fact。〃
〃But you will earn money？〃
〃I shall have my payI have my pay now。 I've got my
mission。 That is another hundred and fifty。〃
〃You will have more； though？〃
〃I shan't have more than 200 pounds a year for ten years to
e。 I shall always be poor； if I have to live on my pay。〃
〃Do you mind it？〃
〃Being poor？ Not nownot very much。 I may later。
Peoplethe officers； are good to me。 Colonel Hepburn has a
sort of fancy for mehe is a rich man； I suppose。〃
A chill went over Ursula。 Was he going to sell himself in
some way？
〃Is Colonel Hepburn married？〃
〃Yeswith two daughters。〃
But she was too proud at once to care whether Colonel
Hepburn's daughter wanted to marry him or not。
There came a silence。 Gudrun entered； and Skrebensky still
rocked languidly on the chair。
〃You look very lazy；〃 said Gudrun。
〃I am lazy；〃 he answered。
〃You look really floppy；〃 she said。
〃I am floppy；〃 he answered。
〃Can't you stop？〃 asked Gudrun。
〃Noit's the perpetuum mobile。〃
〃You look as if you hadn't a bone in your body。〃
〃That's how I like to feel。〃
〃I don't admire your taste。〃
〃That's my misfortune。〃
And he rocked on。
Gudrun seated herself behind him； and as he rocked back； she
caught his hair between her finger and thumb； so that it tugged
him as he swung forward again。 He took no notice。 There was only
the sound of the rockers on the floor。 In silence； like a crab；
Gudrun caught a strand of his hair each time he rocked back。
Ursula flushed； and sat in some pain。 She saw the irritation
gathering on his brow。
At last he leapt up； suddenly； like a steel spring going off；
and stood on the hearthrug。
〃Damn it； why can't I rock？〃 he asked petulantly；
fiercely。
Ursula loved him for his sudden； steellike start out of the
languor。 He stood on the hearthrug fuming； his eyes gleaming
with anger。
Gudrun laughed in her deep； mellow fashion。
〃Men don't rock themselves；〃 she said。
〃Girls don't pull men's hair；〃 he said。
Gudrun laughed again。
Ursula sat amused； but waiting。 And he knew Ursula was
waiting for him。 It roused his blood。 He had to go to her； to
follow her call。
Once he drove her to Derby in the dogcart。 He belonged to
the horsey set of the sappers。 They had lunch in an inn； and
went through the market； pleased with everything。 He bought her
a copy of Wuthering Heights from a bookstall。 Then they found a
little fair in progress and she said：
〃My father used to take me in the swingboats。〃
〃Did you like it？〃 he asked。
〃Oh； it was fine；〃 she said。
〃Would you like to go now？〃
〃Love it；〃 she said； though she was afraid。 But the prospect
of doing an unusual； exciting thing was attractive to her。
He went straight to the stand； paid the money； and helped her
to mount。 He seemed to ignore everything but just what he was
doing。 Other people were mere objects of indifference to him。
She would have liked to hang back； but she was more ashamed to
retreat from him than to expose herself to the crowd or to dare
the swingboat。 His eyes laughed； and standing before her with
his sharp； sudden figure； he set the boat swinging。 She was not
afraid； she was thrilled。 His colour flushed； his eyes shone
with a roused light； and she looked up at him； her face like a
flower in the sun； so bright and attractive。 So they rushed
through the bright air； up at the sky as if flung from a
catapult； then falling terribly back。 She loved it。 The motion
seemed to fan their blood to fire； they laughed； feeling the
flames。
After the swingboats； they went on the roundabouts to calm
down； he twisting astride on his jerky wooden steed towards her；
and always seeming at his ease； enjoying himself。 A zest of
antagonism to the convention made him fully himself。 As they sat
on the whirling carousal； with the music grinding out； she was
aware of the people on the earth outside； and it seemed that he
and she were riding carelessly over the faces of the crowd；
riding for ever buoyantly； proudly； gallantly over the upturned
faces of the crowd； moving on a high level； spurning the mon
mass。
When they must descend and walk away； she was unhappy；
feeling like a giant suddenly cut down to ordinary level； at the
mercy of the mob。
They left the fair； to return for the dogcart。 Passing the
large church； Ursula must look in。 But the whole interior was
filled with scaffolding； fallen stone and rubbish were heaped on
the floor； bits of plaster crunched underfoot； and the place
reechoed to the calling of secular voices and to blows of the
hammer。
She had e to plunge in the utter gloom and peace for a
moment； bringing all her yearning； that had returned on her
uncontrolled after the reckless riding over the face of the
crowd； in the fair。 After pride； she wanted fort； solace； for
pride and scorn seemed to hurt her most of all。
And she found the immemorial gloom full of bits of falling
plaster； and dust of floating plaster； smelling of old lime；
having scaffolding and rubbish heaped about； dust cloths over
the altar。
〃Let us sit down a minute；〃 she said。
They sat unnoticed in the back pew； in the gloom； and she
watched the dirty； disorderly work of bricklayers and
plasterers。 Workmen in heavy boots walking grinding down the
aisles； calling out in a vulgar accent：
〃Hi； mate； has them corner mouldin's e？〃
There were shouts of coarse answer from the roof of the
church。 The place echoed desolate。
Skrebensky sat close to her。 Everything seemed wonderful； if
dreadful to her； the world tumbling into ruins； and she and he
clambering unhurt； lawless over the face of it all。 He sat close
to her； touching her； and she was aware of his influence upon
her。 But she was glad。 It excited her to feel the press of him
upon her； as if his being were urging her to something。
As they drove home； he sat near to her。 And when he swayed to
the cart； he swayed in a voluptuous； lingering way； against her；
lingering as he swung away to recover balance。 Without speaking；
he took her hand across； under the wrap； and with his unseeing
face lifted to the road； his soul intent； he began with his one
hand to unfasten the buttons of her glove； to push back her
glove from her hand； carefully laying bare her hand。 And the
closeworking； instinctive subtlety of his fingers upon her hand
sent the young girl mad with voluptuous delight。 His hand was so
wonderful； intent as a living creature skilfully pushing and
manipulating in the dark underworld； removing her glove and
laying bare her palm； her fingers。 Then his hand closed over
hers； so firm； so close； as if the flesh knitted to one thing
his hand and hers。 Meanwhile his face watched the road and the
ears of the horse； he drove with steady attention through the
villages； and she sat beside him； rapt； glowing； blinded with a
new light。 Neither of them spoke。 In outward attention they were
entirely separate。 But between them was the pact of his flesh
with hers； in the handclasp。
Then； in a strange voice； affecting nonchalance and
superficiality he said to her：
〃Sitting in the church there reminded me of Ingram。〃
〃Who is Ingram？〃 she asked。
She also affected calm superficiality。 But she knew that
something forbidden was ing。
〃He is one of the other men with me down at Chathama
subalternbut a year older than I am。〃
〃And why did the church remind you of him？〃
〃Well； he had a girl in Rochester； and they always sat in a
particular corner in the cathedral for their lovemaking。〃
〃How nice！〃 she cried； impulsively。
They misunderstood each other。
〃It had its disadvantages though。 The verger made a row about
it。〃
〃What a shame！ Why shouldn't they sit in a cathedral？〃
〃I suppose they all think it a profanityexcept you and
Ingram and the girl。〃
〃I don't think it a profanityI think it's right； to
make love in a cathedral。〃
She said this almost defiantly； in despite of her own
soul。
He was silent。
〃And was she nice？〃
〃Who？ Emily？ Yes； she was rather nice。 She was a milliner；
and she wouldn't be seen in the streets with Ingram。 It was
rather sad； really； because the verger spied on them； and got to
know their names and then made a regular row。 It was a mon
tale afterwards。〃
〃What did she do？〃
〃She went to London； into a big shop。 Ingram still goes up to
see her。〃
〃Does he love her？〃
〃It's a year and a half he's been with her now。〃
〃What was she like？〃
〃Emily？ Little； shyviolet sort of girl with nice
eyebrows。〃
Ursula meditated this。 It seemed like real romance of the
outer world。
〃Do all men have lovers？〃 she asked； amazed at her own
temerity。 But her hand was still fastened with his； and his face
still had the same unchanging fixity of outward calm。
〃They're always mentioning some amazing fine woman or other；
and getting drunk to talk about her。 Most of them dash up to
London the moment they are free。〃
〃What for？〃
〃To some amazing fine woman or other。〃
〃What sort of woman？〃
〃Various。 Her name changes pretty frequently； as a rule。 One
of the fellows is a perfect maniac。 He keeps a suitcase always
ready； and the instant he is at liberty； he bolts with it to the
station； and changes in the train。 No matter who is in the
carriage； off he whips his tunic； and performs at least the top
half of his toilet。〃
Ursula quivered and wondered。
〃Why is he in such a hurry？〃 she asked。
Her throat was being hard and difficult。
〃He's got a woman in his mind； I suppose。〃
She was chilled； hardened。 And yet this world of passions and
lawlessness was fascinating to her。 It seemed to her a splendid
recklessness。 Her adventure in life was beginning。 It seemed
very splendid。
That evening she stayed at the Marsh till after dark； and
Skrebensky escorted her home。 For she could not go away from
him。 And she was waiting； waiting for something more。
In the warm of the early night； with the shadows new about
them； she felt in another； harder； more beautiful； less personal
world。 Now a new state should e to pass。
He walked near to her； and with the same； silent； intent
approach put his arm round her waist； and softly； very softly；
drew her to him； till his arm was hard and pressed in upon her；
she seemed to be carried along； floating； her feet scarce
touching the ground； borne upon the firm； moving surface of his
body； upon whose side she seemed to lie； in a delicious swoon of
motion。 And whilst she swooned； his face bent nearer to her； her
head was leaned on his shoulder； she felt his warm breath on her
face。 Then softly； oh softly； so softly that she seemed to faint
away； his lips touched her cheek； and she drifted through
strands of heat and darkness。
Still she waited； in her swoon and her drifting； waited； like
the Sleeping Beauty in the story。 She waited； and again his face
was bent to hers； his lips came warm to her face； their
footsteps lingered and ceased； they stood still under the trees；
whilst his lips waited on her face； waited like a butterfly that
does not move on a flower。 She pressed her breast a little
nearer to him； he moved； put both his arms round her； and drew
her close。
And then； in the darkness； he bent to her mouth； softly； and
touched her mouth with his mouth。 She was afraid； she lay still
on his arm； feeling his lips on her lips。 She kept still；
helpless。 Then his mouth drew near； pressing open her mouth； a
hot； drenching surge rose within her； she opened her lips to
him； in pained； poignant eddies she drew him nearer； she let him
e farther； his lips came and surging； surging； soft； oh soft；
yet oh； like the powerful surge of water； irresistible； till
with a little blind cry； she broke away。
She heard him breathing heavily； strangely； beside her。 A
terrible and magnificent sense of his strangeness possessed her。
But she shrank a little now； within hers