the wheels of chance-第5部分
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nt wheel suddenly shrieked aloud。 〃Oh Lord！〃 said Hoopdriver； relaxing。
Anyhow she was not in sight。 He got off unsteadily； and for a moment his legs felt like wisps of cotton。 He balanced his machine against the grassy edge of the path and sat down panting。 His hands were gnarled with swollen veins and shaking palpably； his breath came viscid。
〃I'm hardly in training yet；〃 he remarked。 His legs had gone leaden。 〃I don't feel as though I'd had a mouthful of breakfast。〃 Presently he slapped his side pocket and produced therefrom a brand…new cigarette case and a packet of Vansittart's Red Herring cigarettes。 He filled the case。 Then his eye fell with a sudden approval on the ornamental chequering of his new stockings。 The expression in his eyes faded slowly to abstract meditation。
〃She WAS a stunning girl；〃 he said。 〃I wonder if I shall ever set eyes on her again。 And she knew how to ride； too！ Wonder what she thought of me。〃
The phrase 'bloomin' Dook' floated into his mind with a certain flavour of comfort。
He lit a cigarette； and sat smoking and meditating。 He did not even look up when vehicles passed。 It was perhaps ten minutes before he roused himself。 〃What rot it is！ What's the good of thinking such things；〃 he said。 〃I'm only a blessed draper's assistant。〃 （To be exact； he did not say blessed。 The service of a shop may polish a man's exterior ways； but the 'prentices' dormitory is an indifferent school for either manners or morals。） He stood up and began wheeling his machine towards Esher。 It was going to be a beautiful day； and the hedges and trees and the open country were all glorious to his town…tired eyes。 But it was a little different from the elation of his start。
〃Look at the gentleman wizzer bicitle；〃 said a nursemaid on the path to a personage in a perambulator。 That healed him a little。 〃'Gentleman wizzer bicitle；''bloomin' Dook'I can't look so very seedy；〃 he said to himself。
〃I WONDERI should just like to know〃
There was something very comforting in the track of HER pneumatic running straight and steady along the road before him。 It must be hers。 No other pneumatic had been along the road that morning。 It was just possible； of course； that he might see her once more coming back。 Should he try and say something smart？ He speculated what manner of girl she might be。 Probably she was one of these here New Women。 He had a persuasion the cult had been maligned。 Anyhow she was a Lady。 And rich people； too！ Her machine couldn't have cost much under twenty pounds。 His mind came round and dwelt some time on her visible self。 Rational dress didn't look a bit unwomanly。 However； he disdained to be one of your fortunehunters。 Then his thoughts drove off at a tangent。 He would certainly have to get something to eat at the next public house。
ON THE ROAD TO RIPLEY
VI
In the fulness of time； Mr。 Hoopdriver drew near the Marquis of Granby at Esher； and as he came under the railway arch and saw the inn in front of him； he mounted his machine again and rode bravely up to the doorway。 Burton and biscuit and cheese he had； which； indeed； is Burton in its proper company； and as he was eating there came a middleaged man in a drab cycling suit； very red and moist and angry in the face； and asked bitterly for a lemon squash。 And he sat down upon the seat in the bar and mopped his face。 But scarcely had he sat down before he got up again and stared out of the doorway。
〃Damn！〃 said he。 Then； 〃Damned Fool！〃
〃Eigh？〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver； looking round suddenly with a piece of cheese in his cheek。
The man in drab faced him。 〃I called myself a Damned Fool； sir。 Have you any objections？〃
〃Oh！None。 None；〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver。 〃I thought you spoke to me。 I didn't hear what you said。〃
〃To have a contemplative disposition and an energetic temperament； sir； is hell。 Hell； I tell you。 A contemplative disposition and a phlegmatic temperament； all very well。 But energy and philosophy！〃
Mr。 Hoopdriver looked as intelligent as he could； but said nothing。
〃There's no hurry； sir； none whatever。 I came out for exercise； gentle exercise； and to notice the scenery and to botanise。 And no sooner do I get on the accursed machine； than off I go hammer and tongs； I never look to right or left； never notice a flower； never see a view； get hot； juicy； red；like a grilled chop。 Here I am； sir。 Come from Guildford in something under the hour。 WHY； sir？〃
Mr。 Hoopdriver shook his head。
〃Because I'm a damned fool； sir。 Because I've reservoirs and reservoirs of muscular energy； and one or other of them is always leaking。 It's a most interesting road； birds and trees； I've no doubt； and wayside flowers； and there's nothing I should enjoy more than watching them。 But I can't。 Get me on that machine； and I have to go。 Get me on anything； and I have to go。 And I don't want to go a bit。 WHY should a man rush about like a rocket； all pace and fizzle？ Why？ It makes me furious。 I can assure you； sir； I go scorching along the road； and cursing aloud at myself for doing it。 A quiet； dignified； philosophical man； that's what I amat bottom； and here I am dancing with rage and swearing like a drunken tinker at a perfect stranger
〃But my day's wasted。 I've lost all that country road； and now I'm on the fringe of London。 And I might have loitered all the morning！ Ugh！ Thank Heaven； sir； you have not the irritable temperament； that you are not goaded to madness by your endogenous sneers； by the eternal wrangling of an uncomfortable soul and body。 I tell you； I lead a cat and dog lifeBut what IS the use of talking？It's all of a piece！〃
He tossed his head with unspeakable self…disgust； pitched the lemon squash into his mouth； paid for it； and without any further remark strode to the door。 Mr。 Hoopdriver was still wondering what to say when his interlocutor vanished。 There was a noise of a foot spurning the gravel； and when Mr。 Hoopdriver reached the doorway； the man in drab was a score of yards Londonward。 He had already gathered pace。 He pedalled with ill…suppressed anger； and his head was going down。 In another moment he flew swiftly out of sight under the railway arch； and Mr。 Hoopdriver saw him no more。
VII
After this whirlwind Mr。 Hoopdriver paid his reckoning andbeing now a little rested about the muscles of the kneesresumed his saddle and rode on in the direction of Ripley； along an excellent but undulating road。 He was pleased to find his command over his machine already sensibly increased。 He set himself little exercises as he went along and performed them with variable success。 There was； for instance； steering in between a couple of stones； say a foot apart； a deed of little difficulty as far as the front wheel is concerned。 But the back wheel； not being under the sway of the human eye； is apt to take a vicious jump over the obstacle； which sends a violent concussion all along the spine to the skull； and will even jerk a loosely fastened hat over the eyes； and so lead to much confusion。 And again； there was taking the hand or hands off the handlebar； a thing simple in itself； but complex in its consequences。 This particularly was a feat Mr。 Hoopdriver desired to do； for several divergent reasons； but at present it simply led to convulsive balancings and novel and inelegant modes of dismounting。
The human nose is； at its best； a needless excrescence。 There are those who consider it ornamental； and would regard a face deprived of its assistance with pity or derision； but it is doubtful whether our esteem is dictated so much by a sense of its absolute beauty as by the vitiating effect of a universally prevalent fashion。 In the case of bicycle students； as in the young of both sexes； its inutility is aggravated by its persistent annoyanceit requires constant attention。 Until one can ride with one hand； and search for； secure； and use a pocket handkerchief with the other； cycling is necessarily a constant series of descents。 Nothing can be further from the author's ambition than a wanton realism； but Mr。 Hoopdriver's nose is a plain and salient fact； and face it we must。 And； in addition to this inconvenience； there are flies。 Until the cyclist can steer with one hand； his face is given over to Beelzebub。 Contemplative flies stroll over it； and trifle absently with its most sensitive surfaces。 The only way to dislodge them is to shake the head forcibly and to writhe one's features violently。 This is not only a lengthy and frequently ineffectual method； but one exceedingly terrifying to foot passengers。 And again； sometimes the beginner rides for a space with one eye closed by perspiration； giving him a waggish air foreign to his mood and ill calculated to overawe the impertinent。 However； you will appreciate now the motive of Mr。 Hoopdriver's experiments。 He presently attained sufficient dexterity to slap himself smartly and violently in the face with his right hand； without certainly overturning the machine； but his pocket handkerchief might have been in California for any good it was to him while he was in the saddle。
Yet you must not think that because Mr。 Hoopdriver was a little uncomfortable； he was unhappy in the slightest degree。 In the background of his consciousness was the sense that ab
