prepared。 Musicians were hired; feast made ready。
Skrebensky was to e; arriving in the morning。 Ursula had a
new white dress of soft crepe; and a white hat。 She liked to
wear white。 With her black hair and clear golden skin; she
looked southern; or rather tropical; like a Creole。 She wore no
colour whatsoever。
She trembled that day as she appeared to go down to the
wedding。 She was to be a bridesmaid。 Skrebensky would not arrive
till afternoon。 The wedding was at two oclock。
As the wedding…party returned home; Skrebensky stood in the
parlour at the Marsh。 Through the window he saw Tom Brangwen;
who was best man; ing up the garden path most elegant in
cut…away coat and white slip and spats; with Ursula laughing on
his arm。 Tom Brangwen was handsome; with his womanish colouring
and dark eyes and black close…cut moustache。 But there was
something subtly coarse and suggestive about him for all his
beauty; his strange; bestial nostrils opened so hard and wide;
and his well…shaped head almost disquieting in its nakedness;
rather bald from the front; and all its soft fulness
betrayed。
Skrebensky saw the man rather than the woman。 She saw only
the slender; unchangeable youth waiting there inscrutable; like
her fate。 He was beyond her; with his loose; slightly horsey
appearance; that made him seem very manly and foreign。 Yet his
face was smooth and soft and impressionable。 She shook hands
with him; and her voice was like the rousing of a bird startled
by the dawn。
〃Isnt it nice;〃 she cried; 〃to have a wedding?〃
There were bits of coloured confetti lodged on her dark
hair。
Again the confusion came over him; as if he were losing
himself and being all vague; undefined; inchoate。 Yet he
wanted to be hard; manly; horsey。 And he followed her。
There was a light tea; and the guests scattered。 The real
feast was for the evening。 Ursula walked out with Skrebensky
through the stackyard to the fields; and up the embankment to
the canal…side。
The new corn…stacks were big and golden as they went by; an