第30部分(第2/7 頁)

　What　was

he　doing？　What　connection　was　there　between　him　and　the　lamb　in

the　glass？

Suddenly　it　gleamed　to　her　dominant；　this　lamb　with　the　flag。

Suddenly　she　had　a　powerful　mystic　experience；　the　power　of　the

tradition　seized　on　her；　she　was　transported　to　another　world。

And　she　hated　it；　resisted　it。

Instantly；　it　was　only　a　silly　lamb　in　the　glass　again。　And

dark；　violent　hatred　of　her　husband　swept　up　in　her。　What　was　he

doing；　sitting　there　gleaming；　carried　away；　soulful？

She　shifted　sharply；　she　knocked　him　as　she　pretended　to　pick

up　her　glove；　she　groped　among　his　feet。

He　came　to；　rather　bewildered；　exposed。　Anybody　but　her　would

have　pitied　him。　She　wanted　to　rend　him。　He　did　not　know　what

was　amiss；　what　he　had　been　doing。

As　they　sat　at　dinner；　in　their　cottage；　he　was　dazed　by　the

chill　of　antagonism　from　her。　She　did　not　know　why　she　was　so

angry。　But　she　was　incensed。

〃Why　do　you　never　listen　to　the　sermon？〃　she　asked；　seething

with　hostility　and　violation。

〃I　do；〃　he　said。

〃You　don't……you　don't　hear　a　single　word。〃

He　retired　into　himself；　to　enjoy　his　own　sensation。　There

was　something　subterranean　about　him；　as　if　he　had　an　underworld

refuge。　The　young　girl　hated　to　be　in　the　house　with　him　when　he

was　like　this。

After　dinner；　he　retired　into　the　parlour；　continuing　in　the

same　state　of　abstraction；　which　was　a　burden　intolerable　to

her。　Then　he　went　to　the　book…shelf　and　took　down　books　to　look

at；　that　she　had　scarcely　glanced　over。

He　sat　absorbed　over　a　book　on　the　illuminations　in　old

missals；　and　then　over　a　book　on　paintings　in　ch