—from Sons and Lovers(Chapter 7)
D.H.Lawrence
One evening in the summer Miriam and he went over the fields by Herod’s Farm on their way from the library home.So it was only three miles to Willey Farm.There was a yellow glow over the mowing-grass, and the sorrel-heads burned crimson.Gradually, as they walked along the high land, the gold in the west sank down to red, the red to crimson, and then the chill blue crept up against the glow.
They came out upon the high road to Alfreton, which ran white between the darkening fields.There Paul hesitated.It was two miles home for him, one mile forward for Miriam.They both looked up the road that ran in shadow right under the glow of the north-west sky.On the crest of the hill, Selby, with its stark houses and the up-pricked headstocks of the pit, stood in black silhouette small against the sky.
He looked at his watch.
“Nine o’clock!”he said.
The pair stood, loth to part, hugging their books.
“The wood is so lovely now,”she said.“I wanted you to see it.”
He followed her slowly across the road to the white gate.
“They grumble so if I’m late,”he said.
“But you’re not doing anything wrong,”she answered impatiently.
He followed her across the nibbled pasture in the dusk.There was a coolness in the wood, a scent of leaves, of honeysuckle, and a twilight.The two walked in silence.Night came wonderfully there, among the throng of dark tree-trunks.He looked round, expectant.
She wanted to show him a certain wild-rose bush she had discovered.She knew it was wonderful.And yet, till he had seen it, she felt it had not come into her soul.Only he could make it her own, immortal.She was dissatisfied.
Dew was already on the paths.In the old oak-wood a mist was rising, and he hesitated, wondering whether one whiteness were a strand of fog or only campion-flowers pallid in a cloud.
By the time they came to the pine-trees Miriam was getting very eager and very tense.Her bush might be gone.She might not be able to find it; and she wanted it so much.Almost passionately she wanted to be with him when he stood before the flowers.They were going to have a communion together—something that thrilled her, something holy.He was walking beside her in silence.They were very near to each other.She trembled, and he listened, vaguely anxious.