a prophetess delivering a message. She forced
herself to speak.
"After all, though I scold Rachel, I'm not much wiser myself. I'm
older, of course, I'm half-way through, and you're just beginning. It's
puzzling--sometimes, I think, disappointing; the great things aren't as
great, perhaps, as one expects--but it's interesting--Oh, yes, you're
certain to find it interesting--And so it goes on," they became
conscious here of the procession of dark trees into which, as far as
they could see, Helen was now looking, "and there are pleasures where
one doesn't expect them (you must write to your father), and you'll be
very happy, I've no doubt. But I must go to bed, and if you are sensible
you will follow in ten minutes, and so," she rose and stood before them,
almost featureless and very large, "Good-night." She passed behind the
curtain.
After sitting in silence for the greater part of the ten minutes she
allowed them, they rose and hung over the rail. Beneath them the
smooth black water slipped away very fast and silently. The spark of a
cigarette vanished behind them. "A beautiful voice," Terence murmured.
Rachel assented. Helen had a beautiful voice.
After a silence she asked, looking up into the sky, "Are we on the deck
of a steamer on a river in South America? Am I Rachel, are you Terence?"
The great black world lay round them. As they were drawn smoothly along
it seemed possessed of immense thickness and endurance. They could
discern pointed tree-tops and blunt rounded tree-tops. Raising their
eyes above the trees, they fixed them on the stars and the pale border
of sky above the trees. The little points of frosty light infinitely far
away drew their eyes and held them fixed, so that it seemed as if
they stayed a long time and fell a great distance when once more
they realised their hands grasping the rail and their separate bodies
standing side by side.
"You'd forgotten completely about me," Terence reproached her, taking
her arm and beginning to pace the deck, "and I never forget you."
"Oh, no," she whispered, she had not forgotten, only the stars--the
night--the dark--
"You're like a bird half asleep in its nest, Rachel. You're asleep.
You're talking in your sleep."
Half asleep, and murmuring broken words, they stood in the angle made by
the bow of the boat. It slipped on down the river. Now a bell struck on
the bridge, and they heard the lapping of water as it rippled away on
either side, and onc
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