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beds,andMrsConstablerunsfrombehindthecorner
ofthepampas-grasstosaymyaunthascometofetch
meinacarriage.Imount;Iescape;Iriseonspring-
heeledbootsoverthetree-tops.ButIamnowfallen
intothecarriageatthehalldoor,whereshesits
noddingyellowplumeswitheyeshardlikeglazed
marbles.Oh,toawakefromdreaming!Look,there
isthechestofdrawers.Letmepullmyselfoutofthese
waters.Buttheyheapthemselvesonme;theysweep
mebetweentheirgreatshoulders;Iamturned;
Iamtumbled;Iamstretched,amongtheselonglights,
theselongwaves,theseendlesspaths,withpeople
pursuing,pursuing.’
Thesunrosehigher.Bluewaves,greenwavesswept
aquickfanoverthebeach,circlingthespikeofsea-holly
andleavingshallowpoolsoflighthereandthereonthe
sand.Afaintblackrimwasleftbehindthem.Therocks
whichhadbeenmistyandsofthardenedandwere
markedwithredclefts.
Sharpstripesofshadowlayonthegrass,andthedew
dancingonthetipsoftheflowersandleavesmadethe
gardenlikeamosaicofsinglesparksnotyetformedinto
onewhole.Thebirds,whosebreastswerespeckedcanary
androse,nowsangastrainortwotogether,wildly,like
skatersrollickingarm-in-arm,andweresuddenlysilent,
breakingasunder.
Thesunlaidbroaderbladesuponthehouse.Thelight
touchedsomethinggreeninthewindowcornerandmade
italumpofemerald,acaveofpuregreenlikestoneless
fruit.Itsharpenedtheedgesofchairsandtablesand
stitchedwhitetable-clothswithfinegoldwires.Asthe
lightincreasedabudhereandtheresplitasunderand
shookoutflowers,greenveinedandquivering,asifthe
effortofopeninghadsetthemrocking,andpealing
afaintcarillonastheybeattheirfrailclappersagainst
theirwhitewalls.Everythingbecamesoftlyamorphous,
asifthechinaoftheplateflowedandthesteelofthe
knifewereliquid.Meanwhiletheconcussionofthewaves
breakingfellwithmuffledthuds,likelogsfalling,onthe
