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ndred (they were on top of a hill as they spoke; it was night; the mountains rose around them) when the whole earth is ours。 Looked at from the gipsy point of view; a Duke; Orlando understood; was nothing but a profiteer or robber who snatched land and money from people who rated these things of little worth; and could think of nothing better to do than to build three hundred and sixty–five bedrooms when one was enough; and none was even better than one。 She could not deny that her ancestors had accumulated field after field; house after house; honour after honour; yet had none of them been saints or heroes; or great benefactors of the human race。 Nor could she counter the argument (Rustum was too much of a gentleman to press it; but she understood) that any man who did now what her ancestors had done three or four hundred years ago would be denounced—and by her own family most loudly—for a vulgar upstart; an adventurer; a nouveau riche。

She sought to answer such arguments by the familiar if oblique method of finding the gipsy life itself rude and barbarous; and so; in a short time; much bad blood was bred between them。 Indeed; such differences of opinion are enough to cause bloodshed and revolution。 Towns have been sacked for less; and a million martyrs have suffered at the stake rather than yield an inch upon any of the points here debated。 No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes。 Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high。 Whigs and Tories; Liberal party and Labour party—for what do they battle except their own prestige? It is not love of truth but desire to prevail that sets quarter against quarter and makes parish desire the downfall of parish。 Each seeks peace of mind and subserviency rather than the triumph of truth and the exaltation of virtue—but these moralities belong; and should be left to the historian; since they are as dull as ditch water。

‘Four hundred and seventy–six bedrooms mean nothing to them;’ sighed Orlando。

‘She prefers a sunset to a flock of goats;’ said the gipsies。

What was to be done; Orlando could not think。 To leave the gipsies and bee once more an Ambassador seemed to her intolerable。 But it was equally impossible to remain for ever where there was neither ink nor writing paper; neither reverence for the Talbots nor respect for a multiplicity of bedrooms。 So she was thinking; one fine morning on the slopes of Mount Athos; when minding her goats。 And then Nature; in whom she trusted; either played her a trick or worked a miracle—again; opinions differ too much for it to be possible to say which。 Orlando was gazing rather disconsolately at the steep hill–side in front of her。 It was now midsummer; and if we must pare the landscape to anything; it would have been to a dry bone; to a sheep’s skeleton; to a gigantic skull picked white by a thousand vultures。 The heat was intense; and the little fig tree under which Orlando lay only served to print patterns of fig–leaves upon her light burnous。

Suddenly a shadow; though there was nothing to cast a shadow; appeared on the bald mountain–side opposite。 It deepened quickly and soon a green hollow showed where there had been barren rock before。 As she looked; the hollow deepened and widened; and a great park–like space opened in the flank of the hill。 Within; she could see an undulating and grassy lawn; she could see oak trees dotted here and there; she could see the thrushes hopping among the branches。 She could see the deer stepping delicately from shade to shade; and could even hear the hum of insects and the gentle sighs and shivers of a summer’s day in England。 After she had gazed entranced for some time; snow began falling; soon the whole landscape was covered and marked with violet shades instead of yellow sunlight。 Now she saw heavy carts ing along the roads; laden with tree trunks; which they were taking; she knew; to be sawn for firewood; and then appeared the roofs and belfries and towers and courtyards of her own home。 The snow was falling steadily; and she could now hear the slither and flop which it made as it slid down the roof and fell to the ground。 The smoke went up from a thousand chimneys。 All was so clear and minute that she could see a Daw pecking for worms in the snow。 Then; gradually; the violet shadows deepened and closed over the carts and the lawns and the great house itself。 All was swallowed up。 Now there was nothing left of the grassy hollow; and instead of the green lawns was only the blazing hill–side which a thousand vultures seemed to have picked bare。 At this; she burst into a passion of tears; and striding back to the gipsies’ camp; told them that she must sail for England the very next day。

It was happy for her that she did so。 Already the young men had plotted her death。 Honour; they said; demanded it; for she did not think as they did。 Yet they would have been sorry to cut her throat; and weled the news of her departure。 An English merchant ship; as luck would have it; was already under sail in the harbour about to return to England; and Orlando; by breaking off another pearl from her necklace; not only paid her passage but had some banknotes left over in her wallet。 These she would have liked to present to the gipsies。 But they despised wealth she knew; and she had to content herself with embraces; which on her part were sincere。

CHAPTER 4。

With some of the guineas left from the sale of the tenth pearl on her string; Orlando bought herself a plete outfit of such clothes as women then wore; and it was in the dress of a young Englishwoman of rank that she now sat on the deck of the “Enamoured Lady”。 It is a strange fact; but a true one; that up to this moment she had scarcely given her sex a thought。 Perhaps the Turkish trousers which she had hitherto worn had done something to distract her thoughts; and the gipsy women; except in one or two important particulars; differ very little from the gipsy men。 At any rate; it was not until she felt the coil of skirts about her legs and the Captain offered; with the greatest politeness; to have an awning spread for her on deck; that she realized with a start the penalties and the privileges of her position。 But that start was not of the kind that might have been expected。

It was not caused; that is to say; simply and solely by the thought of her chastity and how she could preserve it。 In normal circumstances a lovely young woman alone would have thought of nothing else; the whole edifice of female government is based on that foundation stone; chastity is their jewel; their centrepiece; which they run mad to protect; and die when ravished of。 But if one has been a man for thirty years or so; and an Ambassador into the bargain; if one has held a Queen in one’s arms and one or two other ladies; if report be true; of less exalted rank; if one has married a Rosina Pepita; and so on; one does not perhaps give such a very great start about that。 Orlando’s start was of a very plicated kind; and not to be summed up in a trice。 Nobody; indeed; ever accused her of being one of those quick wits who run to the end of things in a minute。 It took her the entire length of the voyage to moralize out the meaning of her start; and so; at her own pace; we will follow her。

‘Lord;’ she thought; when she had recovered from her start; stretching herself out at length under her awning; ‘this is a pleasant; lazy way of life; to be sure。 But;’ she thought; giving her legs a kick; ‘these skirts are plaguey things to have about one’s heels。 Yet the stuff (flowered paduasoy) is the loveliest in the world。 Never have I seen my own skin (here she laid her hand on her knee) look to such advantage as now。 Could I; however; leap overboard and swim in clothes like these? No! Therefore; I should have to trust to the protection of a blue–jacket。 Do I object to that? Now do I?’ she wondered; here encountering the first knot in the smooth skein of her argument。

Dinner came before she had untied it; and then it was the Captain himself—Captain Nicholas Benedict Bartolus; a sea–captain of distinguished aspect; who did it for her as he helped her to a slice of corned beef。

‘A little of the fat; Ma’m?’ he asked。 ‘Let me cut you just the tiniest little slice the size of your fingernail。’ At those words a delicious tremor ran through her frame。 Birds sang; the torrents rushed。 It recalled the feeling of indescribable pleasure with which she had first seen Sasha; hundreds of years ago。 Then she had pursued; now she fled。 Which is the greater ecstasy? The man’s or the woman’s? And are they not perhaps the same? No; she thought; this is the most delicious (thanking the Captain but refusing); to refuse; and see him frown。 Well; she would; if he wished it; have the very thinnest; smallest shiver in the world。 This was the most delicious of all; to yield and see him smile。 ‘For nothing;’ she thought; regaining her couch on deck; and continuing the argument; ‘is more heavenly than to resist and to yield; to yield and to resist。 Surely it throws the spirit into such a rapture as nothing else can。 So that I’m not sure’; she continued; ‘that I won’t throw myself overboard; for the mere pleasure of being rescued by a blue–jacket after all。’

(It must be remembered that she was like a child entering into possession of a pleasaunce or toy cupboard; her arguments would not mend themselves to mature women; who have had the run of it all their lives。)

‘But what used we young fellows in the cockpit of the “Marie Rose” to say about a woman who threw herself overboard for the pleasure of being rescued by a blue–jacket?’ she said。 ‘We had a word for them。 Ah! I have it。。。’ (But we must omit that word; it was disrespectful in the extreme and passing strange on a lady’s lips。) ‘Lord! Lord! she cried again at the conclusion of her thoughts; ‘must I then begin to respect the opinion of the other sex; however monstrous I think it? If I wear skirts; if I can’t swim; if I have to be rescued by a blue–jacket; by God!’ she cried; ‘I must!’ Upon which a gloom fell over her。 Candid by nature; and averse to all kinds of equivocation; to tell lies bored her。 It seemed to her a roundabout way of going to work。 Yet; she reflected; the flowered paduasoy—the pleasure of being rescued by a blue–jacket—if these were only to be obtained by roundabout ways; roundabout one must go; she supposed。 She remembered how; as a young man; she had insisted that women must be obedient; chaste; scented; and exquisitely apparelled。 ‘Now I shall have to pay in my own person for those desires;’ she reflected; ‘for women are not (judging by my own short experience of the sex) obedient; chaste; scented; and exquisitely apparelled by nature。 They can only attain these graces; without which they may enjoy none of the delights of life; by the most tedious discipline。 There’s the hairdressing;’ she thought; ‘that alone will take an hour of my morning; there’s looking in the looking–glass; another hour; there’s staying and lacing; there’s washing and powdering; there’s changing from silk to lace and from lace to paduasoy; there’s being chast

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