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nify that very word； and put it with the jay’s feather that came tumbling blue through the beech woods； in her breast。 Then she called ‘Shelmerdine’ and the word went shooting this way and that way through the woods and struck him where he sat； making models out of snail shells in the grass。 He saw her； and heard her ing to him with the crocus and the jay’s feather in her breast； and cried ‘Orlando’； which meant （and it must be remembered that when bright colours like blue and yellow mix themselves in our eyes； some of it rubs off on our thoughts） first the bowing and swaying of bracken as if something were breaking through； which proved to be a ship in full sail； heaving and tossing a little dreamily； rather as if she had a whole year of summer days to make her voyage in； and so the ship bears down； heaving this way； heaving that way； nobly； indolently； and rides over the crest of this wave and sinks into the hollow of that one； and so； suddenly stands over you （who are in a little cockle shell of a boat； looking up at her） with all her sails quivering； and then； behold； they drop all of a heap on deck—as Orlando dropped now into the grass beside him。
Eight or nine days had been spent thus； but on the tenth； which was the 26th of October； Orlando was lying in the bracken； while Shelmerdine recited Shelley （whose entire works he had by heart）； when a leaf which had started to fall slowly enough from a treetop whipped briskly across Orlando’s foot。 A second leaf followed and then a third。 Orlando shivered and turned pale。 It was the wind。 Shelmerdine—but it would be more proper now to call him Bonthrop—leapt to his feet。
‘The wind！’ he cried。
Together they ran through the woods； the wind plastering them with leaves as they ran； to the great court and through it and the little courts； frightened servants leaving their brooms and their saucepans to follow after till they reached the Chapel； and there a scattering of lights was lit as fast as could be； one knocking over this bench； another snuffing out that taper。 Bells were rung。 People were summoned。 At length there was Mr Dupper catching at the ends of his white tie and asking where was the prayer book。 And they thrust Queen Mary’s prayer book in his hands and he searched； hastily fluttering the pages； and said； ‘Marmaduke Bonthrop Shelmerdine； and Lady Orlando； kneel down’； and they knelt down； and now they were bright and now they were dark as the light and shadow came flying helter–skelter through the painted windows； and among the banging of innumerable doors and a sound like brass pots beating； the organ sounded； its growl ing loud and faint alternately； and Mr Dupper； who was grown a very old man； tried now to raise his voice above the uproar and could not be heard and then all was quiet for a moment； and one word—it might be ‘the jaws of death’—rang out clear； while all the estate servants kept pressing in with rakes and whips still in their hands to listen； and some sang loud and others prayed； and now a bird was dashed against the pane； and now there was a clap of thunder； so that no one heard the word Obey spoken or saw； except as a golden flash； the ring pass from hand to hand。 All was movement and confusion。 And up they rose with the organ booming and the lightning playing and the rain pouring； and the Lady Orlando； with her ring on her finger； went out into the court in her thin dress and held the swinging stirrup； for the horse was bitted and bridled and the foam was still on his flank； for her husband to mount； which he did with one bound； and the horse leapt forward and Orlando； standing there； cried out Marmaduke Bonthrop Shelmerdine！ and he answered her Orlando！ and the words went dashing and circling like wild hawks together among the belfries and higher and higher； further and further； faster and faster they circled； till they crashed and fell in a shower of fragments to the ground； and she went in。
CHAPTER 6。
Orlando went indoors。 It was pletely still。 It was very silent。 There was the ink pot： there was the pen； there was the manuscript of her poem； broken off in the middle of a tribute to eternity。 She had been about to say； when Basket and Bartholomew interrupted with the tea things； nothing changes。 And then； in the space of three seconds and a half； everything had changed—she had broken her ankle； fallen in love； married Shelmerdine。
There was the wedding ring on her finger to prove it。 It was true that she had put it there herself before she met Shelmerdine； but that had proved worse than useless。 She now turned the ring round and round； with superstitious reverence； taking care lest it should slip past the joint of her finger。
‘The wedding ring has to be put on the third finger of the left hand’； she said； like a child cautiously repeating its lesson； ‘for it to be of any use at all。’
She spoke thus； aloud and rather more pompously than was her wont； as if she wished someone whose good opinion she desired to overhear her。 Indeed； she had in mind； now that she was at last able to collect her thoughts； the effect that her behaviour would have had upon the spirit of the age。 She was extremely anxious to be informed whether the steps she had taken in the matter of getting engaged to Shelmerdine and marrying him met with its approval。 She was certainly feeling more herself。 Her finger had not tingled once； or nothing to count； since that night on the moor。 Yet； she could not deny that she had her doubts。 She was married； true； but if one’s husband was always sailing round Cape Horn； was it marriage？ If one liked him； was it marriage？ If one liked other people； was it marriage？ And finally； if one still wished； more than anything in the whole world； to write poetry； was it marriage？ She had her doubts。
But she would put it to the test。 She looked at the ring。 She looked at the ink pot。 Did she dare？ No； she did not。 But she must。 No； she could not。 What should she do then？ Faint； if possible。 But she had never felt better in her life。
‘Hang it all！’ she cried； with a touch of her old spirit。 ‘Here goes！’
And she plunged her pen neck deep in the ink。 To her enormous surprise； there was no explosion。 She drew the nib out。 It was wet； but not dripping。 She wrote。 The words were a little long in ing； but e they did。 Ah！ but did they make sense？ she wondered； a panic ing over her lest the pen might have been at some of its involuntary pranks again。 She read；
And then I came to a field where the springing grass
Was dulled by the hanging cups of fritillaries；
Sullen and foreign–looking； the snaky flower；
Scarfed in dull purple； like Egyptian girls：—
As she wrote she felt some power （remember we are dealing with the most obscure manifestations of the human spirit） reading over her shoulder； and when she had written ‘Egyptian girls’； the power told her to stop。 Grass； the power seemed to say； going back with a ruler such as governesses use to the beginning； is all right； the hanging cups of fritillaries—admirable； the snaky flower—a thought； strong from a lady’s pen； perhaps； but Wordsworth no doubt； sanctions it； but—girls？ Are girls necessary？ You have a husband at the Cape； you say？ Ah； well； that’ll do。
And so the spirit passed on。
Orlando now performed in spirit （for all this took place in spirit） a deep obeisance to the spirit of her age； such as—to pare great things with small—a traveller； conscious that he has a bundle of cigars in the corner of his suit case； makes to the customs officer who has obligingly made a scribble of white chalk on the lid。 For she was extremely doubtful whether； if the spirit had examined the contents of her mind carefully； it would not have found something highly contraband for which she would have had to pay the full fine。 She had only escaped by the skin of her teeth。 She had just managed； by some dexterous deference to the spirit of the age； by putting on a ring and finding a man on a moor； by loving nature and being no satirist； cynic； or psychologist—any one of which goods would have been discovered at once—to pass its examination successfully。 And she heaved a deep sigh of relief； as； indeed； well she might； for the transaction between