the wheels of chance-第9部分
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n； how he joined in the talk about flying…machines and the possibilities of electricity； witnessing that fiying…machines were 〃dead certain to come；〃 and that electricity was 〃wonderful； wonderful〃； how he went and watched the billiard playing and said； 〃Left 'em〃 several times with an oracular air； how he fell a…yawning； and how he got out his cycling map and studied it intently；are things that find no mention here。 Nor will I enlarge upon his going into the writing…room； and marking the road from London to Guildford with a fine； bright line of the reddest of red ink。 In his little cyclist hand…book there is a diary； and in the diary there is an entry of these thingsit is there to this day； and I cannot do better than reproduce it here to witness that this book is indeed a true one； and no lying fable written to while away an hour。
At last he fell a…yawning so much that very reluctantly indeed he set about finishing this great and splendid day。 （Alas！ that all days must end at last！ ） He got his candle in the hall from a friendly waiting…maid； and passed upwardwhither a modest novelist； who writes for the family circle； dare not follow。 Yet I may tell you that he knelt down at his bedside； happy and drowsy； and said； 〃Our Father 'chartin' heaven；〃 even as he had learnt it by rote from his mother nearly twenty years ago。 And anon when his breathing had become deep and regular； we may creep into his bedroom and catch him at his dreams。 He is lying upon his left side； with his arm under the pillow。 It is dark； and he is hidden； but if you could have seen his face； sleeping there in the darkness； I think you would have perceived； in spite of that treasured； thin； and straggling moustache； in spite of your memory of the coarse words he had used that day； that the man before you was； after all； only a little child asleep。
THE DREAMS OF MR。 HOOPDRIVER
XII
In spite of the drawn blinds and the darkness； you have just seen Mr。 Hoopdriver's face peaceful in its beauty sleep in the little； plain bedroom at the very top of the Yellow Hammer Coffee Tavern at Guildford。 That was before midnight。 As the night progressed he was disturbed by dreams。
After your first day of cycling one dream is inevitable。 A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs； and round and round they seem to go。 You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow； you ride down steeples and staircases and over precipices； you hover in horrible suspense over inhabited towns； vainly seeking for a brake your hand cannot find； to save you from a headlong fall； you plunge into weltering rivers； and rush helplessly at monstrous obstacles。 Anon Mr。 Hoopdriver found himself riding out of the darkness of non…existence； pedalling Ezekiel's Wheels across the Weald of Surrey； jolting over the hills and smashing villages in his course； while the other man in brown cursed and swore at him and shouted to stop his career。 There was the Putney heath…keeper； too； and the man in drab raging at him。 He felt an awful fool； a… …what was it？a juggins； ah！a Juggernaut。 The villages went off one after another with a soft； squashing noise。 He did not see the Young Lady in Grey； but he knew she was looking at his back。 He dared not look round。 Where the devil was the brake？ It must have fallen off。 And the bell？ Right in front of him was Guildford。 He tried to shout and warn the town to get out of the way； but his voice was gone as well。 Nearer； nearer！ it was fearful！ and in another moment the houses were cracking like nuts and the blood of the inhabitants squirting this way and that。 The streets were black with people running。 Right under his wheels he saw the Young Lady in Grey。 A feeling of horror came upon Mr。 Hoopdriver； he flung himself sideways to descend； forgetting how high he was； and forthwith he began falling； falling； falling。
He woke up； turned over； saw the new moon on the window； wondered a little； and went to sleep again。
This second dream went back into the first somehow； and the other man in brown came threatening and shouting towards him。 He grew uglier and uglier as he approached； and his expression was intolerably evil。 He came and looked close into Mr。 Hoopdriver's eyes and then receded to an incredible distance。 His face seemed to be luminous。 〃MISS BEAUMONT；〃 he said； and splashed up a spray of suspicion。 Some one began letting off fireworks； chiefly Catherine wheels； down the shop； though Mr。 Hoopdriver knew it was against the rules。 For it seemed that the place they were in was a vast shop； and then Mr。 Hoopdriver perceived that the other man in brown was the shop…walker； differing from most shop…walkers in the fact that he was lit from within as a Chinese lantern might be。 And the customer Mr。 Hoopdriver was going to serve was the Young Lady in Grey。 Curious he hadn't noticed it before。 She was in grey as usual；rationals；and she had her bicycle leaning against the counter。 She smiled quite frankly at him； just as she had done when she had apologised for stopping him。 And her form； as she leant towards him； was full of a sinuous grace he had never noticed before。 〃What can I have the pleasure？〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver at once； and she said； 〃The Ripley road。〃 So he got out the Ripley road and unrolled it and showed it to her； and she said that would do very nicely； and kept on looking at him and smiling； and he began measuring off eight miles by means of the yard measure on the counter； eight miles being a dress length； a rational dress length； that is； and then the other man in brown came up and wanted to interfere； and said Mr。 Hoopdriver was a cad； besides measuring it off too slowly。 And as Mr。 Hoopdriver began to measure faster； the other man in brown said the Young Lady in Grey had been there long enough； and that he WAS her brother； or else she would not be travelling with him； and he suddenly whipped his arm about her waist and made off with her。 It occurred to Mr。 Hoopdriver even at the moment that this was scarcely brotherly behaviour。 Of course it wasn't！ The sight of the other man gripping her so familiarly enraged him frightfully； he leapt over the counter forthwith and gave chase。 They ran round the shop and up an iron staircase into the Keep； and so out upon the Ripley road。 For some time they kept dodging in and out of a wayside hotel with two front doors and an inn yard。 The other man could not run very fast because he had hold of the Young Lady in Grey； but Mr。 Hoopdriver was hampered by the absurd behaviour of his legs。 They would not stretch out； they would keep going round and round as if they were on the treadles of a wheel； so that he made the smallest steps conceivable。 This dream came to no crisis。 The chase seemed to last an interminable time； and all kinds of people； heathkeepers； shopmen； policemen； the old man in the Keep； the angry man in drab； the barmaid at the Unicorn； men with flying…machines； people playing billiards in the doorways； silly； headless figures； stupid cocks and hens encumbered with parcels and umbrellas and waterproofs； people carrying bedroom candles； and such…like riffraff； kept getting in his way and annoying him； although he sounded his electric bell； and said； 〃Wonderful； wonderful！〃 at every corner。。。。
HOW MR。 HOOPDRIVER WENT TO HASLEMERE
XIII
There was some little delay in getting Mr。 Hoopdriver's breakfast； so that after all he was not free to start out of Guildford until just upon the stroke of nine。 He wheeled his machine from the High Street in some perplexity。 He did not know whether this young lady； who had seized hold of his imagination so strongly； and her unfriendly and possibly menacing brother； were ahead of him or even now breakfasting somewhere in Guildford。 In the former case he might loiter as he chose； in the latter he must hurry； and possibly take refuge in branch roads。
It occurred to him as being in some obscure way strategic； that he would leave Guildford not by the obvious Portsmouth road； but by the road running through Shalford。 Along this pleasant shady way he felt suffficiently secure to resume his exercises in riding with one hand off the handles； and in staring over his shoulder。 He came over once or twice； but fell on his foot each time； and perceived that he was improving。 Before he got to Bramley a specious byway snapped him up； ran with him for half a mile or more； and dropped him as a terrier drops a walkingstick； upon the Portsmouth again； a couple of miles from Godalming。 He entered Godalming on his feet； for the road through that delightful town is beyond dispute the vilest in the world； a mere tumult of road metal； a way of peaks and precipices； and； after a successful experiment with cider at the Woolpack； he pushed on to Milford。
All this time he was acutely aware of the existence of the Young Lady in Grey and her companion in brown； as a child in the dark is of Bogies。 Sometimes he could hear their pneumatics stealing upon him from behind； and looking round saw a long stretch of vacant road。 Once he saw far ahead of him a glittering wheel； but it proved to be a workingman riding to destruction on a very tall ordinary。 And he felt a curious； vague uneasiness about that Young Lady in Grey； for which he was altogethe
