小说园

第63部分（第4页）

sorrow。　She　was　clever；　and　expert　in　what　she　did；　accurate；

quick；　manding。

To　Ursula　she　had　always　given　pleasure；　because　of　her

clear；　decided；　yet　graceful　appearance。　She　carried　her　head

high；　a　little　thrown　back；　and　Ursula　thought　there　was　a　look

of　nobility　in　the　way　she　twisted　her　smooth　brown　hair　upon

her　head。　She　always　wore　clean；　attractive；　well…fitting

blouses；　and　a　well…made　skirt。　Everything　about　her　was　so

well…ordered；　betraying　a　fine；　clear　spirit；　that　it　was　a

pleasure　to　sit　in　her　class。

Her　voice　was　just　as　ringing　and　clear；　and　with　unwavering；

finely…touched　modulation。　Her　eyes　were　blue；　clear；　proud；　she

gave　one　altogether　the　sense　of　a　fine…mettled；　scrupulously

groomed　person；　and　of　an　unyielding　mind。　Yet　there　was　an

infinite　poignancy　about　her；　a　great　pathos　in　her　lonely；

proudly　closed　mouth。

It　was　after　Skrebensky　had　gone　that　there　sprang　up　between

the　mistress　and　the　girl　that　strange　awareness；　then　the

unspoken　intimacy　that　sometimes　connects　two　people　who　may

never　even　make　each　others　acquaintance。　Before；　they　had

always　been　good　friends；　in　the　undistinguished　way　of　the

class…room；　with　the　professional　relationship　of　mistress　and

scholar　always　present。　Now；　however；　another　thing　came　to

pass。　When　they　were　in　the　room　together；　they　were　aware　of

each　other；　almost　to　the　exclusion　of　everything　else。　Winifred

Inger　felt　a　hot　delight　in　the　lessons　when　Ursula　was　present；

Ursula　felt　her　whole　life　begin　when　Miss　Inger　came　into　the

room。　Then；　with　the　beloved；　subtly…intimate　teacher　present；

the　girl　sat　as　within　the　rays　of　some　enrichening　sun；　whose

intoxicating　heat　poured　straight　into　her　veins。

The　state　of　bliss；　when　Miss　Inger　was　present；　was　supreme

in　the　girl；　but　always　eager；　eager。　As　she　went　home；　Ursula

dreamed　of　the　schoolmistress；　made　infinite　dreams　of　things

she　could　give　her；　of　how　she　might　make　the　elder　woman　adore

her。

Miss　Inger　was　a　Bachelor　of　Arts；　who　had　studied　at

Newnham。　She　was　a　clergymans　daughter；　of　good　family。　But

what　Ursula　adored　so　much　was　her　fine；　upright；　athletic

bearing；　and　her　indomitably　proud　nature。　She　was　proud　and

free　as　a　man；　yet　exquisite　as　a　woman。