She suffered； but he was out of doors； full in life； and it
would be ridiculous； indecent； to pull a long face and to insist
on being miserable。 He was happy； this morning； driving to town；
with the hoofs of the horse spanking the hard earth。 Well he was
happy； if half the world were weeping at the funeral of the
other half。 And it was a jolly girl sitting beside him。 And
Woman was immortal； whatever happened； whoever turned towards
death。 Let the misery e when it could not be resisted。
The evening arrived later very beautiful； with a rosy flush
hovering above the sunset； and passing away into violet and
lavender； with turquoise green north and south in the sky； and
in the east； a great； yellow moon hanging heavy and radiant。 It
was magnificent to walk between the sunset and the moon； on a
road where little holly trees thrust black into the rose and
lavender； and starlings flickered in droves across the light。
But what was the end of the journey？ The pain came right enough；
later on； when his heart and his feet were heavy； his brain
dead； his life stopped。
One afternoon； the pains began； Mrs。 Brangwen was put to bed；
the midwife came。 Night fell； the shutters were closed； Brangwen
came in to tea； to the loaf and the pewter teapot； the child；
silent and quivering； playing with glass beads； the house；
empty； it seemed； or