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Thus perceiving a taste for a certain modern style of poetry in my companion； I bethought me of a poem which I had written on the roadside a few days before； and which； I confess； I was eager to confide to some sympathetic ear。 I was diffident of quoting it after such lines as Rosalind had recalled； but by the time we had reached our coffee； I plucked up courage to mention it。 I had； however； the less diffidence in that it would have a technical interest for her； being indeed no other than a song of cycling a deux which had been suggested by one of those alarmist danger…posts always placed at the top of the pleasantest hills； sternly warning the cyclist that 〃this hill is dangerous；〃just as in life there is always some minatory notice…board frowning upon us in the direction we most desire to take。
But I omit further preface and produce the poem：
〃This hill is dangerous；〃 I said； As we rode on together Through sunny miles and sunny miles Of Surrey heather； 〃This hill is dangerousdon't you think We'd better walk it？〃 〃Or sit it outmore danger still！〃 She smiled〃and talk it？〃
〃Are you afraid？〃 she turned and cried So very brave and sweetly； Oh that brave smile that takes the heart Captive completely！
〃Afraid？〃 I said； deep in her eyes Recklessly gazing； 〃For you I'd ride into the sun And die all blazing！〃
〃I never yet saw hill；〃 I said； 〃And was afraid to take it； I never saw a foolish law； And feared to break it。 Who fears a hill or fears a law With you beside him？ Who fears； dear star； the wildest sea With you to guide him？〃
Then came the hilla cataract； A dusty swirl； before us； The world stood rounda village world In fearful chorus。 Sure to be killed！ Sure to be killed！ O fools； how dare ye！ Sure to be killedand serve us right！ Ah I love； but were we？
The hill was dangerous； we knew； And knew that we must take it； The law was strong；that too we knew Yet dared to break it。 And those who'd fain know how we fared Follow and find us； Safe on the hills； with all the world Safely behind us。
Rosalind smiled as I finished。 〃I'm afraid；〃 she said； 〃the song is as dangerous as the hill。 Of course it has more meanings than one？〃
〃Perhaps two；〃 I assented。
〃And the second more important than the first。〃
〃Maybe；〃 I smiled； 〃however； I hope you like it。〃
Rosalind was very reassuring on that point； and then said musingly； as if half to herself； 〃But that hill is dangerous； you know； and young people would do well to pay attention to the danger…board！〃
Her voice shook as she spoke the last two or three words； and I looked at her in some surprise。
〃Yes； I know it；〃 she added； her voice quite broken； and before I realised what was happening； there she was with her beautiful head down upon the table； and sobbing as if her heart would break。
〃Forgive me for being such a fool；〃 she managed to wring out。
Now； usually I never interrupt a woman when she is crying； as it only encourages her to continue； but there was something so unexpected and mysterious about Rosalind's sudden outburst that it was impossible not to be sympathetic。 I endeavoured to soothe her with such words as seemed fitting； and as she was crying because she really couldn't help it； she didn't cry long。
These tears proved； what certain indications of manner had already hinted to me； that Rosalind was more artless than I had at first supposed。 She was a woman of the world； in that she lived in it； and loved its gaieties； but there was still in her heart no little of the child； as is there not in the hearts of all good womenor men？
And this you will realise when I tell you the funny little story which she presently confided to me as the cause of her tears。
CHAPTER IV
MARRIAGE A LA MODE
For Rosalind was no victim of the monster man； as you may have supposed her； no illustration of his immemorial perfidies。 On the contrary； she was one half of a very happy marriage； and； in a sense； her sufferings at the moment were merely theoretical； if one may so describe the sufferings caused by a theory。 But no doubt the reader would prefer a little straightforward narrative。
Well； Rosalind and Orlando； as we may as well call them； are two newly married young people who've been married； say； a year； and who find themselves at the end of it loving each other more than at the beginning；for you are to suppose two of the tenderest； most devoted hearts that ever beat as one。 However； they are young people of the introspective modern type； with a new theory for everything。
About marriage and the law of happiness in that blessed estate； they boasted the latest philosophical patents。 To them； among other matters； the secret of unhappy marriages was as simple as can be。 It was in nothing more or less than the excessive 〃familiarity〃 of ordinary married life； and the lack of personal freedom allowed both parties to the contract。 Thus love grew commonplace； and the unhappy ones to weary of each other by excessive and enforced association。 This was obvious enough； and the remedy as obvious；separate bedrooms； and a month's holiday in each year to be spent apart （notoriously all people of quality had separate bedrooms； and see how happy they were！）。 These and similar other safeguards of individual liberty they had in mock…earnest drawn up and signed on their marriage eve； as a sort of supplemental wedding service。
It would not be seemly to inquire how far certain of these conditions had been kept；how often； for example； Orlando's little hermit's bed had really needed remaking during those twelve months！ Answer； ye birds of the air that lie in your snug nests； so close； so close； through the tender summer nights； and maybe with two or three little ones besides；unless； indeed； ye too have felt the influence of the Zeit…geist； and have taken to sleeping in separate nests。
The condition with which alone we have here to concern ourselves was one which provided that each of the two lovers； hereafter to be called the husband of the one part and the wife of the other part； solemnly bound themselves to spend one calendar month of each year out of each other's society； with full and free liberty to spend it wheresoever； with whomsoever； and howsoever they pleased； and that this condition was rigidly to be maintained； whatever immediate effort it might cost； as the parties thereto believed that so would their love the more likely maintain an enduring tenderness and an unwearied freshness。 And to this did Orlando and his Rosalind set their hands and hearts and lips。
Now； wisdom is all very well till the time comes to apply it； and as that month of June approached in which they had designed to give their love a holiday； they had found their courage growing less and less。 Their love didn't want a holiday； and when Orlando had referred to the matter during the early days of May； Rosalind had burst into tears； and begged him to reconsider a condition which they had made before they really knew what wedded love was。 But Orlando； though in tears himself （so Rosalind averred）； had a higher sense of their duty to their ideal； and was able； though in tears； to beg her look beyond the moment； and realise what a little self…denial now might mean in the years to come。 They hadn't kept any other of their resolutions；thus Rosalind let it out！this must be kept。
And thus it had come about that Orlando had gone off for his month's holiday with a charming girl； who； with the cynic； will no doubt account for his stern adherence to duty； and Rosalind had gone off for hers with a pretty young man whom she'd liked well enough to go to the theatre and to supper with；a young man who was indeed a dear friend； and a vivacious； sympathetic companion； but whom； as a substitute for Orlando； she immediately began to hate。 Such is the female heart！
The upshot of the experiment； so far as she was concerned； was that she had quarrelled with her companion； and had gone off in search of her husband； on which search she was embarked at the moment of my encountering her。 The tears； therefore；that is； the first lot of tears by the roadside；had not been all on account of the injured bicycle； you see。
Now the question was； How had Orlando been getting on？ I had an intuition that in his case the experiment had proved more enjoyable； but I am not one to break the bruised reed by making such a suggestion。 On the contrary； I expressed my firm conviction that Orlando was probably even more miserable than she was。
〃Do you really think so？〃 she asked eagerly； her poor miserable face growing bright a moment with hope and gratitude。
〃Undoubtedly；〃 I answered sententiously。 〃To put the case on the most general principles； apart from Orlando's great love for you； it is an eternal truth of masculine sentiment that man always longs for the absent woman。〃
〃Are you quite sure？〃 asked Rosalind； with an unconvinced half…smile。
〃Absolutely。〃
〃I thought；〃 she continued； 〃that it was just the other way about； that it was presence and