They would drive out from the city along the Appian Way and turn aside
to sit among the ghostliness of innumerable grasses in those primal
fields, the air of which would be full of the feathery seeds and the dry
scents of that onrushing summer. There would be no thought of time and
no need for words: there would merely be the two of them on a morn of
Rome and May. And later in the warm afternoon they would drive home,
coming back to the city's heart to eat their dinner within sound of the
Roman fountains. Then all the night-time she would be his, not his in
frightened gasps as when wintry England was forbidding all joy to their
youth, but his endlessly, utterly, gloriously. They would travel farther
south and perhaps come to that Parthenopean shore calling to him still
now from the few days he had spent upon its silver heights and beside
its azure waters. In his dream Pauline was leaning on his shoulder
beneath an Aleppo pine, at the cliff's edge, Pauline whose alien
freshness would bring a thought of England to sigh through its boughs,
and a cooler world to the aromatic drouth. Theirs should be sirenian
moons and dawns, and life would be this dream's perfect fulfilment. In
what loggia, firefly-haunted, would he hold her? The desire with which
the picture flamed upon his imagination was almost intolerable, and here
he always brought her back to Plashers Mead on a June dusk. Then she
could be conjured in this house, summoned in spirit here to this very
room; and if they had loved Italy, how they would love England, as they
walked across their meadows, husband and wife. With such visions Guy set
on fire each January night that floated frorely into his bedroom, until
one morning a letter arrived from Mr. William Worrall, that made his
fingers tremble, as he broke the envelope and read the news:
217 COVENT GARDEN, W.C.
_January 6th._
_Dear Sir,_
_I have looked at the poems you were kind enough to send for my
consideration, and I shall be happy to hand them to a reader for
his opinion. The reader's fee is one guinea. Should his opinion be
favourable, I shall be glad to discuss terms with you._
_Yours faithfully,
William Worrall._
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