Белые люди
Chapter IX
“Ofcourse,theymusthaveknown.IwonderwhyIneverthoughtofaskingquestionsbefore.”
ItwasastrangelookImetwhenIinvoluntarilyturnedtowardhim—suchanabsorbed,strange,tenderlook!
Iknewhesatquitelateinthelibrarythatnight,talkingtoAngusafterhismotherandIwenttoourrooms.JustasIwasfallingasleepIremembertherefloatedthroughmymindavaguerecollectionofwhatAngushadsaidtomeofaskinghisadviceaboutsomething;andIwonderedifhewouldreachthesubjectintheirtalk,oriftheywouldspendalltheirtimeinporingovermanuscriptsandbookstogether.
ThemoorworeitsmostmysteriouslookwhenIgotupintheearlymorning.Ithadhiddenitselfinitssoftestsnowsofwhite,swathingmist.Onlyhereandtheredarkfir-treesshowedthemselvesaboveit,andnowandthenthewhitenessthinnedorbrokeanddrifted.ItwasasIhadwantedhimtoseeit—justasIhadwantedtowalkthroughitwithhim.
Wehadmetinthehallaswehadplanned,and,wrappedinourplaidsbecausetheearlymorningairwascold,wetrampedawaytogether.Noonebutmyselfcouldeverrealizewhatitwaslike.Ihadneverknownthattherecouldbesuchafeelingofcompanionshipintheworld.Itwouldnothavebeennecessaryforustotalkatallifwehadfeltsilent.Weshouldhavebeensayingthingstoeachotherwithoutwords.Butwedidtalkaswewalked—inquietvoiceswhichseemedmadequieterbythemist,andofquietthingswhichsuchvoicesseemedtobelongto.
Wecrossedtheparktoastileinahedgewhereapathledatonceontothemoor.
