lank and lovely stare. Time went on. Henrietta suddenly laid down her modellingtools and stretched her arms widely. "All right," she said, "I've finished. Ihope you're not too tired?""Oh, no, thank you. Miss Savernake. It's been very interesting, I'm sure. Do youmean it's really done--so soon?" Henrietta laughed. "Oh, no, it's not actuallyfinished. I shall have to work on it quite a bit. But it's finished as far as you'reconcerned. I've got what I wanted--built up the planes." <strong>The</strong> girl came down slowlyfrom the platform. She put on her spectacles and at once the blind innocence andvague confiding charm of the face vanished. <strong>The</strong>re remained now an easy 5 cheapprettiness. She came to stand by Henrietta and look at the clay model. "Oh,"she said doubtfully, disappointment in her voice, "it's not very like me, isit?" Henrietta smiled. "Oh, no, it's not a portrait." <strong>The</strong>re was, indeed,hardly a likeness at all. It was the setting of the eyes--the line of thecheekbone--that Henrietta had seen as the essential keynote of her conception ofNausicaa. This was not Doris Sanders; it was a blind girl about whom a poem could bemade. <strong>The</strong> lips were parted as Doris's were parted, but they were not Doris's lips. <strong>The</strong>ywere lips that would speak another language and would utter thoughts that were notDoris's thoughts-- None of the features were clearly defined. It was Nausicaaremembered, not seen . . . "Well," said Miss Sanders doubtfully, "I suppose it'lllook better when you've got onwith it a bit ... And you reely don't want me any more?" "No, thank you," saidHenrietta. ("And thank God I don't!" said her inner mind.) -i i "You've beensimply splendid. I'm very grateful." She got rid of Doris expertly and returnedto make herself some black coffee. She was tired--she was horribly tired . . . Buthappy--happy and at peace. "Thank goodness," she thought, "now I can be ahuman being again." And at once her thoughts went to John . . . John, she thought.Warmth crept into her cheeks, a sudden quick lifting of the heart made her spiritssoar.Tomorrow, she thought, I'm going to <strong>The</strong> <strong>Hollow</strong> ... I shall see John . . . She satquite still, sprawled back on the divan, drinking down the hot strong liquid. Shedrank three cups of it ... She felt vitality surging back . . . It was nice, she thought, tobe a human being again--and not that other thing. Nice to have stopped feelingrestless and miserable and driven. Nice to be able to stop walking about the streetsunhappily, looking for something, and feeling irritable and impatient because,really, you didn't know what you were looking for! Now, thank goodness, there would beonly hard work--and who minded hard work? She put down the empty cup andgot up and strolled back to Nausicaa. She looked atthe face for some time, and slowly a little frown crept between her brows. Itwasn't--it wasn't quite-- What was it that was wrong . . . Blind eyes . . . Blindeyes that were more beautiful than any eyes that could see ... Blind eyes that tore atyour heart because they were blind . . . Had she got that or hadn't she? She'd got
it, yes--but she'd got something else as well. Something that she hadn't meant orthought about . . . <strong>The</strong> structure was all right--yes, surely. But where did it comefrom--that faint insidious suggestion . . . <strong>The</strong> suggestion, somewhere, of a commonspiteful mind . . . She hadn't been listening, not really listening.Yet, somehow, in through her ears and out at her fingers, it had worked its wayinto the clay. And she wouldn't, she knew she wouldn't, be able to get it out again . . .Henrietta turned away sharply. Perhaps it was fancy. Yes, surely it was fancy. Shewould feel quite differently about it in the morning. She thought with dismay, howvulnerable one is. She walked, frowning, up to the end of the studio. Shestopped in front of her figure of <strong>The</strong> Worshipper. That was all right--a lovely bit ofpearwood, graining just right. She'd saved it up for ages, hoarding it. Shelooked at it critically. Yes, it was good. No doubt about that. <strong>The</strong> best thingshe had done for a long time--it was for the International Group. Yes, quite aworthy exhibit. She'd got it all right, the humility, the strength in the neckmuscles, the bowed shoulders, the slightly upraised face--a featureless face, sinceworship drives out personality. --Yes, submission, adoration--and that finaldevotion that is beyond, not this side, idolatry. Henrietta sighed. If only, she thought,John had not been so angry . . . It had startled her, that anger. It had told hersomething about him that he did not, she thought, know himself. He had saidflatly, "You can't exhibit that!" And she had said, as flatly, "I shall."She went slowly back to Nausicaa. <strong>The</strong>re was nothing there, she thought, that shecouldn't put right. She sprayed it and wrapped it up in the damp cloths. It wouldhave to stand over until Monday or Tuesday. <strong>The</strong>re was no hurry now. <strong>The</strong> urgency hadgone--all the essential planes were there. It only needed patience. Ahead of her werethree happy days with Lucy and Henry and Midge--and John! She yawned,stretched herself like a cat stretches itself with relish and abandon, pulling out eachmuscle to its fullest extent. She knew suddenly how very tired she was. She had ahot bath and went to bed. She lay on her back staring at a star or two through theskylight. <strong>The</strong>n from there hereyes went to the one light she always left on, the small bulb that illuminated the glassmask that had been one of her earliest bits of work. Rather an obvious piece, shethought now. Conventional in its suggestion. Lucky, thought Henrietta, that oneoutgrew oneself . . . And now, sleep! <strong>The</strong> strong black coffee that she haddrunk did not bring wakefulness in its train unless she wished it to do so. Long agoshe had taught herself the essential rhythm that could bring oblivion at call.You took thoughts, choosing them out of your store, and then, not dwelling on them,you let them slip through the fingers of your mind, never clutching at them, neverdwelling on them, no concentration . . . just letting them drift gently past . . .Outside in the Mews a car was beingshouting and laughing. She took the sounds<strong>The</strong> car, she thought, was a tiger roaringrevved up--somewhere there was hoarseinto the stream of her semiconsciousness--. . . yellow and black . . . striped like the
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