第18部分(第1/7 页)

new　world　was　discovered；　it　remained　only　to　be　explored。

They　had　passed　through　the　doorway　into　the　further　space；

where　movement　was　so　big；　that　it　contained　bonds　and

constraints　and　labours；　and　still　was　plete　liberty。　She　was

the　doorway　to　him；　he　to　her。　At　last　they　had　thrown　open　the

doors；　each　to　the　other；　and　had　stood　in　the　doorways　facing

each　other；　whilst　the　light　flooded　out　from　behind　on　to　each

of　their　faces；　it　was　the　transfiguration；　glorification；　the

admission。

And　always　the　light　of　the　transfiguration　burned　on　in

their　hearts。　He　went　his　way；　as　before；　she　went　her　way；　to

the　rest　of　the　world　there　seemed　no　change。　But　to　the　two　of

them；　there　was　the　perpetual　wonder　of　the　transfiguration。

He　did　not　know　her　any　better；　any　more　precisely；　now　that

he　knew　her　altogether。　Poland；　her　husband；　the　war……he

understood　no　more　of　this　in　her。　He　did　not　understand　her

foreign　nature；　half　German；　half　Polish；　nor　her　foreign

speech。　But　he　knew　her；　he　knew　her　meaning；　without

understanding。　What　she　said；　what　she　spoke；　this　was　a　blind

gesture　on　her　part。　In　herself　she　walked　strong　and　clear；　he

knew　her；　he　saluted　her；　was　with　her。　What　was　memory　after

all；　but　the　recording　of　a　number　of　possibilities　which　had

never　been　fulfilled？　What　was　Paul　Lensky　to　her；　but　an

unfulfilled　possibility　to　which　he；　Brangwen；　was　the　reality

and　the　fulfilment？　What　did　it　matter；　that　Anna　Lensky　was

born　of　Lydia　and　Paul？　God　was　her　father　and　her　mother。　He

had　passed　through　the　married　pair　without　fully　making　Himself

known　to　t