You did not like me when we left Paris。 Why didnt you?
I love you very much。 I love your body。 It is so clear and
fine。 I am glad you do not go naked; or all the women would fall
in love with you。 I am very jealous of it; I love it so
much。
He was more or less satisfied with this letter。 But day after
day he was walking about; dead; non…existent。
He could not e again to Nottingham until the end of April。
Then he persuaded her to go with him for a week…end to a
friends house near Oxford。 By this time they were engaged。 He
had written to her father; and the thing was settled。 He brought
her an emerald ring; of which she was very proud。
Her people treated her now with a little distance; as if she
had already left them。 They left her very much alone。
She went with him for the three days in the country house
near Oxford。 It was delicious; and she was very happy。 But the
thing she remembered most was when; getting up in the morning
after he had gone back quietly to his own room; having spent the
night with her; she found herself very rich in being alone; and
enjoying to the full her solitary room; she drew up her blind
and saw the plum trees in the garden below all glittering and
snowy and delighted with the sunshine; in full bloom under a
blue sky。 They threw out their blossom; they flung it out under
the blue heavens; the whitest blossom! How excited it made
her。
She had to hurry through her dressing to go and walk in the
garden under the plum trees; before anyone should e and talk
to her。 Out she slipped; and paced like a queen in fairy
pleasaunces。 The blossom was silver…shadowy when she looked up
from under the tree at the blue sky。 There was a faint scent; a
faint noise of bees; a orning。
She heard the breakfast gong and went indoors。
〃Where have you been?〃 asked the others。
〃I had to go out under the plum trees;〃 she said; her face
glowing like a flower。 〃It is so lovely。〃