came in a red glare through the big opening in the clouds； she
said again； 〃It is beyond〃。
Dawn and sunset were the feet of the rainbow that spanned the
day； and she saw the hope； the promise。 Why should she travel
any further？
Yet she always asked the question。 As the sun went down in
his fiery winter haste； she faced the blazing close of the
affair； in which she had not played her fullest part； and she
made her demand still： 〃What are you doing； making this big
shining motion？ What is it that you keep so busy about； that
you will not let us alone？〃
She did not turn to her husband； for him to lead her。 He was
apart from her； with her； according to her different conceptions
of him。 The child she might hold up； she might toss the child
forward into the furnace； the child might walk there； amid the
burning coals and the incandescent roar of heat； as the three
witnesses walked with the angel in the fire。
Soon； she felt sure of her husband。 She knew his dark face
and the extent of its passion。 She knew his slim； vigorous body；
she said it was hers。 Then there was no denying her。 She was a
rich woman enjoying her riches。
And soon again she was with child。 Which made her satisfied
and took away her discontent。 She forgot that she had watched
the sun climb up and pass his way； a magnificent traveller
surging forward。 She forgot that the moon had looked through a
window of the high； dark night； and nodded like a magic
recognition； signalled to her to follow。 Sun and moon travelled
on； and left her； passed her by； a rich woman enjoying her
riches。 She should go also。 But she could not go； when they
called； because she must stay at home now。 With satisfaction she
relinquished the adventure to the unknown。 She was bearing her
children。
There was another child ing； and Anna lapsed into vague
content。 If she were not the wayfarer to the unknown； if she
were arrived now； settled in her builded house； a rich woman；
still her doors opened under the arch of the rainbow； her
threshold reflected the passing of the sun and moon； the great
travellers； her house was full of the echo of journeying。
She was a door and a threshold； she herself。 Through her
another soul was ing； to stand upon her as upon the
threshold； looking out； shading its eyes for the direction to
take。
CHAPTER VII
THE CATHEDRAL
During the first year of her marriage； before Ursula was
born； Anna Brangwen and her husband went to visit her mother's
friend； the Baron Skrebensky。 The latter had kept a slight
connection with Anna's mother； and had always preserved some
officious interest in the young girl； because she was a pure
Pole。
When Baron Skrebensky was about forty years old； his wife
died； and left him raving； disconsolate。 Lydia had visited him
then； taking Anna with her。 It was when the girl was fourteen
years old。 Since then she had not seen him。 She remembered him
as a small sharp clergyman who cried and talked and terrified
her； whilst her mother was most strangely consoling； in a
foreign language。
The little Baron never quite approved of Anna； because she
spoke no Polish。 Still； he considered himself in some way her
guardian； on Lensky's behalf； and he presented her with some
old； heavy Russian jewellery； the least valuable of his wife's
relics。 Then he lapsed out of the Brangwen's life again； though
he lived only about thirty miles away。
Three years later came the startling news that he had married
a young English girl of good family。 Everybody marvelled。 Then
came a copy of 〃The History of the Parish of Briswell； by
Rudolph； Baron Skrebensky； Vicar of Briswell。〃 It was a curious
book； incoherent； full of interesting exhumations。 It was
dedicated： 〃To my wife； Millicent Maud Pearse； in whom I embrace
the generous spirit of England。〃
〃If he embraces no more than the spirit of England；〃 said Tom
Brangwen； 〃it's a bad look…out for him。〃
But paying a formal visit with his wife； he found the new
Baroness a little； creamy…skinned； insidious thing with
red…brown hair and a mouth that one must always watch； because
it curved back continually in an inprehensible； strange laugh
that exposed her rather prominent teeth。 She was not beautiful；
yet Tom Brangwen was immediately under her spell。 She seemed to
snuggle like a kitten within his warmth； whilst she was at the
same time elusive and ironical； suggesting the fine steel of her
claws。
The Baron was almost dotingly courteous and attentive to her。
She； almost mockingly； yet quite happy； let him dote。 Curious
little thing she was； she had the soft； creamy； elusive beauty
of a ferret。 Tom Brangwen was quite at a loss； at her mercy； and
she laughed； a little breathlessly； as if tempted to cruelty。
She did put fine torments on the elderly Baron。
When some months later she bore a son； the Baron Skrebensky
was loud with delight。
Gradually she gathered a circle of acquaintances in the
county。 For she was of good family； half Venetian； educated in
Dresden。 The little foreign vicar attained to a social status
which almost satisfied his maddened pride。
Therefore the Brangwens were surprised when the invitation
came for Anna and her young husband to pay a visit to Briswell
vicarage。 For the Skrebenskys were now moderately well off；
Millicent Skrebensky having some fortune of her own。
Anna took her best clothes； recovered her best high…school
manner； and arrived with her husband。 Will Brangwen； ruddy；
bright； with long limbs and a small head； like some uncouth
bird； was not changed in the least。 The little Baroness was
smiling； showing her teeth。 She had a real charm； a kind of
joyous coldness； laughing； delighted； like some weasel。 Anna at
once respected her； and was on her guard before her；
instinctively attracted by the strange； childlike surety of the
Baroness； yet mistrusting it； fascinated。 The little baron was
now quite white…haired； very brittle。 He was wizened and
wrinkled； yet fiery； unsubdued。 Anna looked at his lean body； at
his small； fine lean legs and lean hands as he sat talking； and
she flushed。 She recognized the quality of the male in him； his
lean； concentrated age； his informed fire； his faculty for
sharp； deliberate response。 He was so detached； so purely
objective。 A woman was thoroughly outside him。 There was no
confusion。 So he could give that fine； deliberate response。
He was something separate and interesting； his hard；
intrinsic being； whittled down by age to an essentiality and a
directness almost death…like； cruel； was yet so unswervingly
sure in its action； so distinct in its surety； that she was
attracted to him。 She watched his cool； hard； separate fire；
fascinated by it。 Would she rather have it than her husband's
diffuse heat； than his blind； hot youth？
She seemed to be breathing high； sharp air； as if she had
just e out of a hot room。 These strange Skrebenskys made her
aware of another； freer element； in which each person was
detached and isolated。 Was not this her natural element？ Was not
the close Brangwen life stifling her？
Meanwhile the little baroness； with always a subtle light
stirring of her full； lustrous； hazel eyes； was playing with
Will Brangwen。 He was not quick enough to see all her movements。
Yet he watched her steadily； with unchanging； lit…up eyes。 She
was a strange creature to him。 But she had no power over him。
She flushed； and was irritated。 Yet she glanced again and again
at his dark； living face； curiously； as if she despised him。 She
despised his uncritical； unironical nature； it had nothing for
her。 Yet it angered her as if she were jealous。 He watched her
with deferential interest as he would watch a stoat playing。 But
he himself was not implicated。 He was different in kind。 She was
all lambent； biting flames； he was a red fire glowing steadily。
She could get nothing out of him。 So she made him flush darkly
by assuming a biting； subtle class…superiority。 He flushed； but
still he did not object。 He was too different。
Her little boy came in with the nurse。 He was a quick； slight
child； with fine perceptiveness； and a cool transitoriness in
his interest。 At once he treated Will Brangwen as an outsider。
He stayed by Anna for a moment； acknowledged her； then was gone
again； quick； observant； restless； with a glance of interest at
everything。
The father adored him； and spoke to him in Polish。 It was
queer； the stiff； aristocratic manner of the father with the
child； the distance in the relationship； the classic fatherhood
on the one hand； the filial subordination on the other。 They
played together； in their different degrees very separate； two
different beings； differing as it were in rank rather than in
relationship。 And the baroness smiled； smiled； smiled； always
smiled； showing her rather protruding teeth； having always a
mysterious attraction and charm。
Anna realized how different her own life might have been； how
different her own living。 Her soul stirred； she became as
another person。 Her intimacy with her husband passed away； the
curious enveloping Brangwen intimacy； so warm； so close； so
stifling； when one seemed always to be in contact with the other
person； like a blood…relation