Part 51 (2/2)
The foregoing scenes were many times repeated, as, thus, life moved down the centuries, differing not at all but for changes in personality and dress. The church looked on, unmoved, unaltered, save for signs of age and an increasing number of memorials raised to the dead. The procession of life began by fascinating and ended by paining Mavis.
It was as if she were the spectator of a crowd in which her heart ached to mix, despite the distressing penalties of pain to which those she envied were, at all times, subject. It was as if she were forever cut off from the pleasures of her kind, to gain which the risk of mental and physical torments was well worth the running. It seemed as if her youth, sweetness, and immense capacity for loving, were doomed to wither unsought, unappreciated in the desert of her destiny. As if to save herself from such an unkind fate, she involuntarily fell on her knees; but she did not pray, indeed, she made no attempt to formulate prayer in her heart. Perhaps she thought that her dumb, bruised loneliness was more eloquent than words. She remained on her knees for quite a long time. When she got up, the music stopped. The contrast between the sound and the succeeding silence was such that the latter seemed to be more emphatic than the melody.
When she, presently, rose to go, she saw a man standing just behind her in the aisle; he was elderly and homely-looking, with soft, far-away eyes.
”Good morning, miss,” said the man.
”Good morning,” replied Mavis, wondering who he could be.
”I hoped--you zeemed to like my playing.”
”Was it you who played so beautifully?”
”I was up there practising just now.”
”Do you often practise like that?”
”It isn't often I get the chance; I'm mostly busy varming.”
”Farming?”
”That's it. And what with bad times, one doesn't get much time for the organ. And when one does, one's vingers run away with one.”
”You a farmer?”
”At Pennington Varm. My name's Trivett, miss. If ever you would come in to tea, Mrs Trivett would be proud to welcome 'ee.”
”I should be delighted. Perhaps, if you would like to teach me, I'd have organ lessons.”
”I get so little time, miss. What day will 'ee come to the varm?”
”Next Sat.u.r.day, if I may,”
”That's zettled. I'm glad you be coming zoon; the colour of the young gra.s.s be wonderful.”
”Indeed!” remarked Mavis, as she looked at him, surprised.
”That's the advantage of varming,” continued Trivett: ”you zee natur in zo many colours and zo many moods.”
Thus talking, they reached the churchyard gates, where Mavis released Jill, who was delighted at being set at liberty.
Mavis said goodbye to Trivett and recrossed the churchyard on her way to the river. As she walked, she wondered at Trivett's strange conjunction of pursuits; also, if he were as good a farmer as he was a musician.
She found the part of the river nearest to the church crowded with holiday bathers, so turned aside in the direction of her nook, where she was tolerably certain of getting quiet. Arrived there, she found her expectation was not belied. She felt dazed and tired with the emotions she had experienced; she reclined on the ground to look lazily at the beauty spread so bountifully about her.
Nature was now at her best. She was like a fair young mother radiant with the joys attaching to the birth of her firstborn. The striking of the quarter on the church clock was borne to her on the light wind; she heard a rumble and caught a glimpse through the young foliage of the white panelled carriages of a train speeding to Weymouth.
She settled herself for a repose of suspended thought, thankful that there was no prospect of her peace being interfered with. She had not lain long when she was disturbed by a plas.h.i.+ng of water, at which Jill was vigorously barking.
She raised her head to see a man swimming; her eyes were fascinated by the whiteness of the man's flesh. After a while, he returned, to pa.s.s and repa.s.s her two or three times. Then, to her consternation, he approached the bank near to where she lay. She sat up; a few moments later, the man's head and shoulders appeared among the gra.s.ses upon the river bank.
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