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tramp。 They had walked that day from Brent； intending to make Chagford； but Ashurst's football knee had given out； and according to their map they had still some seven miles to go。 They were sitting on a bank beside the…road； where a track crossed alongside a wood； resting the knee and talking of the universe； as young men will。 Both were over six feet； and thin as rails； Ashurst pale； idealistic； full of absence； Garton queer； round…the…corner； knotted； curly； like some primeval beast。 Both had a literary bent； neither wore a hat。
Ashurst's hair was smooth； pale； wavy； and had a way of rising on either side of his brow； as if always being flung back； Carton's was a kind of dark unfathomed mop。 They had not met a soul for miles。
〃My dear fellow；〃 Garton was saying； 〃pity's only an effect of self… consciousness； it's a disease of the last five thousand years。 The world was happier without。〃
Ashurst； following the clouds with his eyes； answered：
〃It's the pearl in the oyster； anyway。〃
〃My dear chap； all our modern unhappiness comes from pity。 Look at animals； and Red Indians； limited to feeling their own occasional misfortunes； then look at ourselvesnever free from feeling the toothaches of others。 Let's get back to feeling for nobody； and have a better time。〃
〃You'll never practise that。〃
Garton pensively stirred the hotch…potch of his hair。
〃To attain full growth； one mustn't be squeamish。 To starve oneself emotionally's a mistake。 All emotion is to the goodenriches life。〃
〃Yes； and when it runs up against chivalry？〃
〃Ah！ That's so English！ If you speak of emotion the English always think you want something physical； and are shocked。 They're afraid of passion； but not of lustoh； no！so long as they can keep it secret。〃
Ashurst did not answer； he had plucked a blue floweret； and was twiddling it against the sky。 A cuckoo began calling from a thorn tree。 The sky； the flowers； the songs of birds！ Robert was talking through his hat！ And he said：
〃Well； let's go on； and find some farm where we can put up。〃 In uttering those words； he was conscious of a girl coming down from the common just above them。 She was outlined against the sky； carrying a basket； and you could see that sky through the crook of her arm。 And Ashurst； who saw beauty without wondering how it could advantage him； thought： 'How pretty！' The wind； blowing her dark frieze skirt against her legs； lifted her battered peacock tam…o'…shanter； her greyish blouse was worn and old； her shoes were split； her little hands rough and red； her neck browned。 Her dark hair waved untidy across her broad forehead； her face was short； her upper lip short； showing a glint of teeth； her brows were straight and dark； her lashes long and dark； her nose straight； but her grey eyes were the wonder…dewy as if opened for the first time that day。 She looked at Ashurstperhaps he struck her as strange； limping along without a hat； with his large eyes on her； and his hair falling back。 He could not take off what was not on his head； but put up his hand in a salute； and said：
〃Can you tell us if there's a farm near here where we could stay the night？ I've gone lame。〃
〃There's only our farm near； sir。〃 She spoke without shyness； in a pretty soft crisp voice。
〃And where is that？〃
〃Down here； sir。〃
〃Would you put us up？〃
〃Oh！ I think we would。〃
〃Will you show us the way？〃
〃Yes； Sir。〃
He limped on； silent； and Garton took up the catechism。
〃Are you a Devonshire girl？〃
〃No； Sir。〃
〃What then？〃
〃From Wales。〃
〃Ah！ I thought you were a Celt； so it's not your farm？〃
〃My aunt's； sir。〃
〃And your uncle's？〃
〃He is dead。〃
〃Who farms it； then？〃
〃My aunt； and my three cousins。〃
〃But your uncle was a Devonshire man？〃
〃Yes； Sir。〃
〃Have you lived here long？〃 〃Seven years。〃
〃And how d'you like it after Wales？〃 〃I don't know； sir。〃
〃I suppose you don't remember？〃 〃Oh； yes！ But it is different。〃
〃I believe you！〃
Ashurst broke in suddenly： 〃How old are you？〃
〃Seventeen； Sir。〃
〃And what's your name？〃 〃Megan David。〃
〃This is Robert Garton； and I am Frank Ashurst。 We wanted to get on to Chagford。〃
〃It is a pity your leg is hurting you。〃
Ashurst smiled； and when he smiled his face was rather beautiful。
Descending past the narrow wood； they came on the farm suddenly…a long； low； stone…built dwelling with casement windows； in a farmyard where pigs and fowls and an old mare were straying。 A short steep…up grass hill behind was crowned with a few Scotch firs； and in front； an old orchard of apple trees； just breaking into flower； stretched down to a stream and a long wild meadow。 A little boy with oblique dark eyes was shepherding a pig； and by the house door stood a woman； who came towards them。 The girl said：
〃It is Mrs。 Narracombe； my aunt。〃
〃Mrs。 Narracombe； my aunt；〃 had a quick； dark eye； like a mother wild…duck's； and something of the same snaky turn about her neck。
〃We met your niece on the road；〃 said Ashurst； 〃she thought you might perhaps put us up for the night。〃
Mrs。 Narracombe； taking them in from head to heel； answered：
〃Well； I can； if you don't mind one room。 Megan； get the spare room ready； and a bowl of cream。 You'll be wanting tea； I suppose。〃
Passing through a sort of porch made by two yew trees and some flowering…currant bushes； the girl disappeared into the house； her peacock tam…o'…shanter bright athwart that rosy…pink and the dark green of the yews。
〃Will you come into the parlour and rest your leg？ You'll be from college； perhaps？〃
〃We were； but we've gone down now。〃
Mrs。 Narracombe nodded sagely。
The parlour； brick…floored； with bare table and shiny chairs and sofa stuffed with horsehair； seemed never to have been used； it was so terribly clean。 Ashurst sat down at once on the sofa； holding his lame knee between his hands； and Mrs。 Narracombe gazed at him。 He was the only son of a late professor of chemistry； but people found a certain lordliness in one who was often so sublimely unconscious of them。
〃Is there a stream where we could bathe？〃
〃There's the strame at the bottom of the orchard； but sittin' down you'll not be covered！〃
〃How deep？〃
〃Well； 'tis about a foot and a half； maybe。〃
〃Oh！ That'll do fine。 Which way？〃
〃Down the lane； through the second gate on the right； an' the pool's by the big apple tree that stands by itself。 There's trout there； if you can tickle them。〃
〃They're more likely to tickle us！〃
Mrs。 Narracombe smiled。 〃There'll be the tea ready when you come back。〃
The pool； formed by the damming of a rock； had a sandy bottom； and the big apple tree； lowest in the orchard； grew so close that its boughs almost overhung the water； it was in leaf； and all but in flower…its crimson buds just bursting。 There was not room for more than one at a time in that narrow bath； and Ashurst waited his turn； rubbing his knee and gazing at the wild meadow； all rocks and thorn trees and feld flowers； with a grove of beeches beyond； raised up on a flat mound。 Every bough was swinging in the wind； every spring bird calling； and a slanting sunlight dappled the grass。 He thought of Theocritus； and the river Cherwell； of the moon； and the maiden with the dewy eyes； of so many things that he seemed to think of nothing； and he felt absurdly happy。
2
During a late and sumptuous tea with eggs to it； cream and jam； and thin； fresh cakes touched with saffron； Garton descanted on the Celts。 It was about the period of the Celtic awakening； and the discovery that there was Celtic blood about this family had excited one who believed that he was a Celt himself。 Sprawling on a horse hair chair； with a hand…made cigarette dribbling from the corner of his curly lips； he had been plunging his cold pin…points of eyes into Ashurst's and praising the refinement of the Welsh。 To come out of Wales into England was like the change from china to earthenware！ Frank； as a d…d Englishman； had not of course perceived the exquisite refinement and emotional capacity of that Welsh girl！ And； delicately stirring in the dark mat of his still wet hair； he explained how exactly she illustrated the writings of the Welsh bard Morgan…ap…Something in the twelfth century。
Ashurst； full length on the horsehair sofa； and jutting far beyond its end； smoked a deeply…coloured pipe； and did not listen； thinking of the girl's face when she brought in a relay of cakes。 It had been exactly like looking at a flower； or some other pretty sight in Nature…till； with a funny little shiver； she had lowered her glance and gone out； quiet as a mouse。
〃Let's go to the kitchen；〃 said Garton； 〃and see some more of her。〃
The kitchen was a white…washed room with rafters； to which were attached smoked hams； there were flower…pots on the window…sill； and guns hanging on nails； queer mugs； china and pewter； and portraits of Queen Victoria。 A long； narrow table of plain wood was set with bowls and spoons； under a string of high…hung onions； two sheep…dogs and three cats lay here and there。 On one side of the recessed fireplace sat two small boys； idle； and good as gold； on the other sat a stout； light…eyed； red…faced yo