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There was a loud noise of the organ。 The whole party was
trooping to the vestry。 There was a blotted； scrawled
book……and that young girl putting back her veil in her
vanity； and laying her hand with the wedding…ring
self…consciously conspicuous； and signing her name proudly
because of the vain spectacle she made：
〃Anna Theresa Lensky。〃
〃Anna Theresa Lensky〃……what a vain； independent minx she
was！ The bridegroom； slender in his black swallow…tail and grey
trousers； solemn as a young solemn cat； was writing
seriously：
〃William Brangwen。〃
That looked more like it。
〃e and sign； father；〃 cried the imperious young hussy。
〃Thomas Brangwen……clumsy…fist；〃 he said to himself as he
signed。
Then his brother； a big； sallow fellow with black
side…whiskers wrote：
〃Alfred Brangwen。〃
〃How many more Brangwens？〃 said Tom Brangwen； ashamed of the
too…frequent recurrence of his family name。
When they were out again in the sunshine； and he saw the
frost hoary and blue among the long grass under the tomb…stones；
the holly…berries overhead twinkling scarlet as the bells rang；
the yew trees hanging their black； motionless； ragged boughs；
everything seemed like a vision。
The marriage party went across the graveyard to the wall；
mounted it by the little steps； and descended。 Oh； a vain white
peacock of a bride perching herself on the top of the wall and
giving her hand to the bridegroom on the other side； to be
helped down！ The vanity of her white； slim； daintily…stepping
feet； and her arched neck。 And the regal impudence with which
she seemed to dismiss them all； the others； parents and wedding
guests； as she went with her young husband。
In the cottage big fires were burning； there were dozens of
glasses on the table； and holly and mistletoe hanging up。 The
wedding party crowded in； and Tom Brangwen； being roisterous；
poured out drinks。 Everybody must drink。 The bells were ringing
away against the windows。
〃Lift your glasses up；〃 shouted Tom Brangwen from the
parlour； 〃lift your glasses up； an' drink to the hearth an'
home……hearth an' home； an' may they enjoy it。〃
〃Night an' day； an' may they enjoy it；〃 shouted Frank
Brangwen； in addition。
〃Hammer an' tongs； and may they enjoy it；〃 shouted Alfred
Brangwen； the saturnine。
〃Fill your glasses up； an' let's have it all over again；〃
shouted Tom Brangwen。
〃Hearth an' home； an' may ye enjoy it。〃
There was a ragged shout of the pany in response。
〃Bed an' blessin'； an' may ye enjoy it；〃 shouted Frank
Brangwen。
There was a swelling chorus in answer。
〃in' and goin'； an' may ye enjoy it；〃 shouted the
saturnine Alfred Brangwen； and the men roared by now boldly； and
the women said； 〃Just hark； now！〃
There was a touch of scandal in the air。
Then the party rolled off in the carriages； full speed back
to the Marsh； to a large meal of the high…tea order； which
lasted for an hour and a half。 The bride and bridegroom sat at
the head of the table； very prim and shining both of them；
wordless； whilst the pany raged down the table。
The Brangwen men had brandy in their tea； and were being
unmanageable。 The saturnine Alfred had glittering； unseeing
eyes； and a strange； fierce way of laughing that showed his
teeth。 His wife glowered at him and jerked her head at him like
a snake。 He was oblivious。 Frank Brangwen； the butcher； flushed
and florid and handsome； roared echoes to his two brothers。 Tom
Brangwen； in his solid fashion； was letting himself go at
last。
These three brothers dominated the whole pany。 Tom
Brangwen wanted to make a speech。 For the first time in his
life； he must spread himself wordily。
〃Marriage；〃 he began； his eyes twinkling and yet quite
profound； for he was deeply serious and hugely amused at the
same time； 〃Marriage；〃 he said； speaking in the slow；
full…mouthed way of the Brangwens； 〃is what we're made
for〃
〃Let him talk；〃 said Alfred Brangwen； slowly and inscrutably；
〃let him talk。〃 Mrs。 Alfred darted indignant eyes at her
husband。
〃A man；〃 continued Tom Brangwen； 〃enjoys being a man： for
what purpose was he made a man； if not to enjoy it？〃
〃That a true word；〃 said Frank； floridly。
〃And likewise；〃 continued Tom Brangwen； 〃a woman enjoys being
a woman： at least we surmise she does〃
〃Oh； don't you bother〃 called a farmer's
wife。
〃You may back your life they'd be summisin'。〃 said Frank's
wife。
〃Now；〃 continued Tom Brangwen； 〃for a man to be a man； it
takes a woman〃
〃It does that；〃 said a woman grimly。
〃And for a woman to be a woman； it takes a man〃
continued Tom Brangwen。
〃All speak up； men；〃 chimed in a feminine voice。
〃Therefore we have marriage；〃 continued Tom Brangwen。
〃Hold； hold；〃 said Alfred Brangwen。 〃Don't run us off our
legs。〃
And in dead silence the glasses were filled。 The bride and
bridegroom； two children； sat with intent； shining faces at the
head of the table； abstracted。
〃There's no marriage in heaven；〃 went on Tom Brangwen； 〃but
on earth there is marriage。〃
〃That's the difference between 'em；〃 said Alfred Brangwen；
mocking。
〃Alfred；〃 said Tom Brangwen； 〃keep your remarks till
afterwards； and then we'll thank you for them。…=……There's
very little else； on earth； but marriage。 You can talk about
making money； or saving souls。 You can save your own soul seven
times over； and you may have a mint of money； but your soul goes
gnawin'； gnawin'； gnawin'； and it says there's something it must
have。 In heaven there is no marriage。 But on earth there is
marriage； else heaven drops out； and there's no bottom to
it。〃
〃Just hark you now；〃 said Frank's wife。
〃Go on； Thomas；〃 said Alfred sardonically。
〃If we've got to be Angels；〃 went on Tom Brangwen；
haranguing the pany at large； 〃and if there is no such thing
as a man nor a woman amongst them； then it seems to me as a
married couple makes one Angel。〃
〃It's the brandy；〃 said Alfred Brangwen wearily。
〃For；〃 said Tom Brangwen； and the pany was listening to
the conundrum； 〃an Angel can't be less than a human being。 And
if it was only the soul of a man minus the man； then it would be
less than a human being。〃
〃Decidedly；〃 said Alfred。
And a laugh went round the table。 But Tom Brangwen was
inspired。
〃An Angel's got to be more than a human being；〃 he continued。
〃So I say； an Angel is the soul of man and woman in one： they
rise united at the Judgment Day； as one Angel〃
〃Praising the Lord；〃 said Frank。
〃Praising the Lord；〃 repeated Tom。
〃And what about the women left over？〃 asked Alfred； jeering。
The pany was getting uneasy。
〃That I can't tell。 How do I know as there is anybody left
over at the Judgment Day？ Let that be。 What I say is； that when
a man's soul and a woman's soul unites together……that makes
an Angel〃
〃I dunno about souls。 I know as one plus one makes three；
sometimes；〃 said Frank。 But he had the laugh to himself。
〃Bodies and souls； it's the same；〃 said Tom。
〃And what about your missis； who was married afore you knew
her？〃 asked Alfred； set on edge by this discourse。
〃That I can't tell you。 If I am to bee an Angel； it'll be
my married soul； and not my single soul。 It'll not be the soul
of me when I was a lad： for I hadn't a soul as would make
an Angel then。〃
〃I can always remember；〃 said Frank's wife； 〃when our Harold
was bad； he did nothink but see an angel at th' back o' th'
lookin'…glass。 'Look； mother；' 'e said； 'at that angel！' 'Theer
isn't no angel； my duck；' I said； but he wouldn't have it。 I
took th' lookin'…glass off'n th' dressin'…table； but it made no
difference。 He kep' on sayin' it was there。 My word； it did give
me a turn。 I thought for sure as I'd lost him。〃
〃I can remember；〃 said another man； Tom's sister's husband；
〃my mother gave me a good hidin' once； for sayin' I'd got an
angel up my nose。 She seed me pokin'； an' she said： 'What are
you pokin' at your nose for…give over。' 'There's an angel up
it；' I said； an' she fetched me such a wipe。 But there was。 We
used to call them thistle things 'angels' as wafts about。 An'
I'd pushed one o' these up my nose； for some reason or
other。〃
〃It's wonderful what children will get up their noses；〃 said
Frank's wife。 〃I c'n remember our Hemmie； she shoved one o' them
bluebell things out o' th' middle of a bluebell； what they call
'candles'； up her nose； and oh； we had some work！ I'd seen her
stickin' 'em on the end of her nose； like； but I never thought
she'd be so soft as to shove it right up。 She was a gel of eight
or more。 Oh； my word； we got a crochet…hook an' I don't know
what 。。。〃
Tom Brangwen's mood of inspiration began to pass away。 He
forgot all about it； and was soon roaring and shouting with the
rest。 Outside the wake came； singing the carols。 They were
invited into the bursting house。 They had two fiddles and a
piccolo。 There in the parlour they played carols； and the whole
pany sang them at the top of its voice。 Only the bride and
bridegroom sat with shining eyes and strange； bright faces； and
scarcely sang； or only with just moving lips。
The wake departed； and the guysers came。 There was loud
applause； and shouting and excitement as the old mystery play of
St。 George； in which every man pre