The Rainbow - D. H. Lawrence [30]
He had to see her tears come, fall over her scarcely moving face, that only puckered sometimes, down on to her breast, that was so still, scarcely moving. And there was no noise, save now and again, when, with a strange, somnambulant movement, she took her handkerchief and wiped her face and blew her nose, and went on with the noiseless weeping. He knew that any offer of comfort from himself would be worse than useless, hateful to her, jangling her. She must cry. But it drove him insane. His heart was scalded, his brain hurt in his head, he went away, out of the house.
His great and chiefest source of solace was the child. She had been at first aloof from him, reserved. However friendly she might seem one day, the next she would have lapsed to her original disregard of him, cold, detached, at her distance.
The first morning after his marriage he had discovered it would not be so easy with the child. At the break of dawn he had started awake hearing a small voice outside the door saying plaintively:
"Mother!"
He rose and opened the door. She stood on the threshold in her night-dress, as she had climbed out of bed, black eyes staring round and hostile, her fair hair sticking out in a wild fleece. The man and child confronted each other.
"I want my mother," she said, jealously accenting the "my".
"Come on then," he said gently.
"Where's my mother?"
"She's here—come on."
The child's eyes, staring at the man with ruffled hair and beard, did not change. The mother's voice called softly. The little bare feet entered the room with trepidation.
"Mother!"
"Come, my dear."
The small bare feet approached swiftly.
"I wondered where you were," came the plaintive voice. The mother stretched out her arms. The child stood beside the high bed. Brangwen lightly lifted the tiny girl, with an "up-a-daisy", then took his own place in the bed again.
"Mother!" cried the child, as in anguish.
"What, my pet?"
Anna wriggled close into her mother's arms, clinging tight, hiding from the fact of the man. Brangwen lay still, and waited. There was a long silence.
Then suddenly, Anna looked round, as if she thought he would be gone. She saw the face of the man lying upturned to the ceiling. Her black eyes stared antagonistic from her exquisite face, her arms clung tightly to her mother, afraid. He did not move for some time, not knowing what to say. His face was smooth and soft-skinned with love, his eyes full of soft light. He looked at her, scarcely moving his head, his eyes smiling.
"Have you just wakened up?" he said.
"Go away," she retorted, with a little darting forward of the head, something like a viper.
"Nay," he answered, "I'm not going. You can go."
"Go away," came the sharp little command.
"There's room for you," he said.
"You can't send your father from his own bed, my little bird," said her mother, pleasantly.
The child glowered at him, miserable in her impotence.
"There's room for you as well," he said. "It's a big bed enough."
She glowered without answering, then turned and clung to her mother. She would not allow it.
During the day she asked her mother several times:
"When are we going home, mother?"
"We are at home, darling, we live here now. This is our house, we live here with your father."
The child was forced to accept it. But she remained against the man. As night came on, she asked:
"Where are you going to sleep, mother?"
"I sleep with the father now."
And when Brangwen came in, the child asked fiercely:
"Why do you sleep with my mother? My mother sleeps with me," her voice quivering.
"You come as well, an' sleep with both of us," he coaxed.
"Mother!" she cried, turning, appealing against him.
"But I must have a husband, darling. All women must have a husband."
"And you like to have a father with your mother, don't you?" said Brangwen.
Anna glowered at him. She seemed to cogitate.
"No," she cried fiercely at length, "no, I don't want." And slowly her face puckered, she sobbed bitterly. He stood and watched her, sorry. But there could be no altering it.
Which, when she knew, she became quiet. He was easy with her, talking to her, taking her to see the live creatures, bringing her the first chickens in his cap, taking her to gather the eggs, letting her throw crusts to the horse. She would easily accompany him, and take all he had to give, but she remained neutral still.