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ss； there on the back of my neck。 and my hand shook all the afternoon so that i couldn’t paint。 i took out my watch and marked the hour when i would allow myself to think of the kiss for five minutes only—it was so precious—the kiss of an old grey–haired woman with a wart on her nose； the mother of all my kisses all my life。 e； caroline； e； hubert。”
they walked on the past the flower–bed； now walking four abreast； and soon diminished in size among the trees and looked half transparent as the sunlight and shade swam over their backs in large trembling irregular patches。
in the oval flower bed the snail； whose shelled had been stained red； blue； and yellow for the space of two minutes or so； now appeared to be moving very slightly in its shell； and next began to labour over the crumbs of loose earth which broke away and rolled down as it passed over them。 it appeared to have a definite goal in front of it； differing in this respect from the singular high stepping angular green insect who attempted to cross in front of it； and waited for a second with its antenna trembling as if in deliberation； and then stepped off as rapidly and strangely in the opposite direction。 brown cliffs with deep green lakes in the hollows； flat； blade–like trees that waved from root to tip； round boulders of grey stone； vast crumpled surfaces of a thin crackling texture—all these objects lay across the snail’s progress between one stalk and another to his goal。 before he had decided whether to circumvent the arched tent of a dead leaf or to breast it there came past the bed the feet of other human beings。
this time they were both men。 the younger of the two wore an expression of perhaps unnatural calm； he raised his eyes and fixed them very steadily in front of him while his panion spoke； and directly his panion had done speaking he looked on the ground again and sometimes opened his lips only after a long pause and sometimes did not open them at all。 the elder man had a curiously uneven and shaky method of walking； jerking his hand forward and throwing up his head abruptly； rather in the manner of an impatient carriage horse tired of waiting outside a house； but in the man these gestures were irresolute and pointless。 he talked almost incessantly； he smiled to himself and again began to talk； as if the smile had been an answer。 he was talking about spirits—the spirits of the dead； who； according to him； were even now telling him all sorts of odd things about their experiences in heaven。
“heaven was known to the ancients as thessaly； william； and now； with this war； the spirit matter is rolling between the hills like thunder。” he paused； seemed to listen； smiled； jerked his head and continued：—
“you have a small electric battery and a piece of rubber to insulate the wire—isolate？—insulate？—well； we’ll skip the details； no good going into details that wouldn’t be understood—and in short the little machine stands in any convenient position by the head of the bed； we will say； on a neat mahogany stand。 all arrangements being properly fixed by workmen under my direction； the widow applies her ear and summons the spirit by sign as agreed。 women！ widows！ women in black—”
here he seemed to have caught sight of a woman’s dress in the distance； which in the shade looked a purple black。 he took off his hat； placed his hand upon his heart； and hurried towards her muttering and gesticulating feverishly。 but william caught him by the sleeve and touched a flower with the tip of his walking–stick in order to divert the old man’s attention。 after looking at it for a moment in some confusion the old man bent his ear to it and seemed to answer a voice speaking from it； for he began talking about the forests of uruguay which he had visited hundreds of years ago in pany with the most beautiful young woman in europe。 he could be heard murmuring about forests of uruguay blanketed with the wax petals of tropical roses； nightingales； sea beaches； mermaids； and women drowned at sea； as he suffered himself to be moved on by william； upon whose face the look of stoical patience grew slowly deeper and deeper。
following his steps so closely as to be slightly puzzled by his gestures came two elderly women of the lower middle class； one stout and ponderous； the other rosy cheeked and nimble。 like most people of their station they were frankly fascinated by any signs of eccentricity betokening a disordered brain； especially in the well–to–do； but they were too far off to be certain whether the gestures were merely eccentric or genuinely mad。 after they had scrutinised the old man’s back in silence for a moment and given each other a queer； sly look； they went on energetically piecing together their very plicated dialogue：
“nell； bert； lot； cess； phil； pa； he says； i says； she says； i says； i says； i says—”
“my bert； sis； bill； grandad； the old man； sugar； sugar； flour； kippers； greens； sugar； sugar； sugar。”
the ponderous woman looked through the pattern of falling words at the flowers standing cool； firm； and upright in the earth； with a curious expression。 she saw them as a sleeper waking from a heavy sleep sees a brass candlestick reflecting the light in an unfamiliar way； and closes his eyes and opens them； and seeing the brass candlestick again； finally starts broad awake and stares at the candlestick with all his powers。 so the heavy woman came to a standstill opposite the oval–shaped flower bed； and ceased even to pretend to listen to what the other woman was saying。 she stood there letting the words fall over her； swaying the top part of her body slowly backwards and forwards； looking at the flowers。 then she suggested that they should find a seat and have their tea。
the snail had now considered every possible method of reaching his goal without going round the dead leaf or climbing over it。 let alone the effort needed for climbing a leaf； he was doubtful whether the thin texture which vibrated with such an alarming crackle when touched even by the tip of his horns would bear his weight； and this determined him finally to creep beneath it； for there was a point where the leaf curved high enough from the ground