He spoke to his uncle and aunt that night。
〃Uncle;〃 he said; 〃Anna and me think of getting married。〃
〃Oh ay!〃 said Brangwen。
〃But how; you have no money?〃 said the mother。
The youth went pale。 He hated these words。 But he was like a
gleaming; bright pebble; something bright and inalterable。 He
did not think。 He sat there in his hard brightness; and did not
speak。
〃Have you mentioned it to your own mother?〃 asked
Brangwen。
〃No……Ill tell her on Saturday。〃
〃Youll go and see her?〃
〃Yes。〃
There was a long pause。
〃And what are you going to marry on……your pound a
week?〃
Again the youth went pale; as if the spirit were being
injured in him。
〃I dont know;〃 he said; looking at his uncle with his bright
inhuman eyes; like a hawks。
Brangwen stirred in hatred。
〃It needs knowing;〃 he said。
〃I shall have the money later on;〃 said the nephew。 〃I will
raise some now; and pay it back then。〃
〃Oh ay!……And why this desperate hurry? Shes a child of
eighteen; and youre a boy of twenty。 Youre neither of you of
age to do as you like yet。〃
Will Brangwen ducked his head and looked at his uncle with
swift; mistrustful eyes; like a caged hawk。
〃What does it matter how old she is; and how old I am?〃 he
said。 〃Whats the difference between me now and when Im
thirty?〃
〃A big difference; let us hope。〃
〃But you have no experience……you have no experience; and
no money。 Why do you want to marry; without experience or
money?〃 asked the aunt。