iv

roddy had wandered into the garden. he had crossed the broad sweep of lawn and along a pavedwalk and had then entered the walled kitchen garden. it was well-kept and well-stocked. hewondered if he and elinor would live at hunterbury one day. he supposed that they would. hehimself would like that. he preferred country life. he was a little doubtful about elinor. perhapsshe’d like living in london better….

a little difficult to know where you were with elinor. she didn’t reveal much of what shethought and felt about things. he liked that about her… he hated people who reeled off theirthoughts and feelings to you, who took it for granted that you wanted to know all their innermechanism. reserve was always more interesting.

elinor, he thought judicially, was really quite perfect. nothing about her ever jarred or offended.

she was delightful to look at, witty to talk to—altogether the most charming of companions.

he thought complacently to himself:

“i’m damned lucky to have got her. can’t think what she sees in a chap like me.”

for roderick welman, in spite of his fastidiousness, was not conceited. it did honestly strikehim as strange that elinor should have consented to marry him.

life stretched ahead of him pleasantly enough. one knew pretty well where one was; that wasalways a blessing. he supposed that elinor and he would be married quite soon—that is, if elinorwanted to; perhaps she’d rather put it off for a bit. he mustn’t rush her. they’d be a bit hard up atfirst. nothing to worry about, though. he hoped sincerely that aunt laura wouldn’t die for a longtime to come. she was a dear and had always been nice to him, having him there for holidays,always interested in what he was doing.

his mind shied away from the thought of her actual death (his mind usually did shy away fromany concrete unpleasantness). he didn’t like to visualize anything unpleasant too clearly… but—er—afterwards—well, it would be very pleasant to live here, especially as there would be plentyof money to keep it up. he wondered exactly how his aunt had left it. not that it really mattered.

with some women it would matter a good deal whether husband or wife had the money. but notwith elinor. she had plenty of tact and she didn’t care enough about money to make too much ofit.

he thought: “no, there’s nothing to worry about—whatever happens!”

he went out of the walled garden by the gate at the far end. from there he wandered into thelittle wood where the daffodils were in spring. they were over now, of course. but the green lightwas very lovely where the sunlight came filtering through the trees.

just for a moment an odd restlessness came to him—a rippling of his previous placidity. he felt:

“there’s something—something i haven’t got—something i want—i want—i want….”

the golden green light, the softness in the air—with them came a quickened pulse, a stirring ofthe blood, a sudden impatience.

a girl came through the trees towards him—a girl with pale, gleaming hair and a rose-flushedskin.

he thought, “how beautiful—how unutterably beautiful.”

something gripped him; he stood quite still, as though frozen into immobility. the world, hefelt, was spinning, was topsy-turvy, was suddenly and impossibly and gloriously crazy!

the girl stopped suddenly, then she came on. she came up to him where he stood, dumb andabsurdly fishlike, his mouth open.

she said with a little hesitation:

“don’t you remember me, mr. roderick? it’s a long time of course. i’m mary gerrard, from thelodge.”

roddy said:

“oh—oh—you’re mary gerrard?”

she said: “yes.”

then she went on rather shyly:

“i’ve changed, of course, since you saw me.”

he said: “yes, you’ve changed. i—i wouldn’t have recognized you.”

he stood staring at her. he did not hear footsteps behind him. mary did and turned.

elinor stood motionless a minute. then she said:

“hello, mary.”

mary said:

“how do you do, miss elinor? it’s nice to see you. mrs. welman has been looking forward toyou coming down.”

elinor said:

“yes—it’s a long time. i—nurse o’brien sent me to look for you. she wants to lift mrs.

welman up, and she says you usually do it with her.”

mary said: “i’ll go at once.”

she moved off, breaking into a run. elinor stood looking after her. mary ran well, grace in everymovement.

roddy said softly: “atalanta…”

elinor did not answer. she stood quite still for a minute or two. then she said:

“it’s nearly lunchtime. we’d better go back.”

they walked side by side towards the house.