Then she turned with a flash of warmth and of gratitude.
`Yes,' she smiled.
His blood beat up.
`It makes me think of the wild men of the woods, how terrified they would be when they got breast to breast with the open space.'
`Do you think they were?' she asked.
`I wonder which was more frightened among old tribes--those bursting out of their darkness of woods upon all the space of light, or those from the open tiptoeing into the forests.'
`I should think the second,' she answered.
`Yes, you do feel like one of the open space sort, trying to force yourself into the dark, don't you?'
`How should I know?' she answered queerly.
The conversation ended there.
The evening was deepening over the earth. Already the valley was full of shadow. One tiny square of light stood opposite at Crossleigh Bank Farm. Brightness was swimming on the tops of the hills. Miriam came up slowly, her face in her big, loose bunch of flowers, walking ankle-deep through the scattered froth of the cowslips. Beyond her the trees were coming into shape, all shadow.
`Shall we go?' she asked.
And the three turned away. They were all silent. Going down the path they could see the light of home right across, and on the ridge of the hill a thin dark outline with little lights, where the colliery village touched the sky.
`It has been nice, hasn't it?' he asked.
Miriam murmured assent. Clara was silent.
`Don't you think so?' he persisted.
But she walked with her head up, and still did not answer. He could tell by the way she moved, as if she didn't care, that she suffered.
At this time Paul took his mother to Lincoln. She was bright and enthusiastic as ever, but as he sat opposite her in the railway carriage, she seemed to look frail. He had a momentary sensation as if she were slipping away from him. Then he wanted to get hold of her, to fasten her, almost to chain her. He felt he must keep hold of her with his hand.
They drew near to the city. Both were at the window looking for the cathedral.
`There she is, mother!' he cried.
They saw the great cathedral lying couchant above the plain.
`Ah!' she exclaimed. `So she is!'
He looked at his mother. Her blue eyes were watching the cathedral quietly. She seemed again to be beyond him. Something in the eternal repose of the uplifted cathedral, blue and noble against the sky,