She lay back in her chair, regarding me.
"Did you think that I"d be jealous?"
"There"s nothing to be jealous about."
"I"ve always expected you to get married, Hugh. I"ve even predicted the type."
She had, in truth, with an accuracy almost uncanny.
"The only thing I"m afraid of is that she won"t like me. She lives in that place you"ve been going to so much, lately,--doesn"t she?"
Of course she had put two and two together, my visits to Elkington and my manner, which I had flattered myself had not been distrait. On the chance that she knew more, from some source, I changed my tactics.
"I suppose you mean Maude Hutchins," I said.
Nancy laughed.
"So that"s her name!"
"It"s the name of a girl in Elkington. I"ve been doing legal work for the Hutchinses, and I imagine some idiot has been gossiping. She"s just a young girl--much too young for me."
"Men are queer creatures," she declared. "Did you think I should be jealous?"
It was exactly what I had thought, but I denied it.
"Why should you be--even if there were anything to be jealous about?
You didn"t consult me when you got married. You merely announced an irrevocable decision."
Nancy leaned forward and laid her hand on my arm.
"My dear," she said, "strange as it may seem, I want you to be happy. I don"t want you to make a mistake, Hugh, too great a mistake."
I was surprised and moved. Once more I had a momentary glimpse of the real Nancy....
Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Ralph Hambleton....
XIV.
However, thoughts of Maude continued to possess me. She still appeared the most desirable of beings, and a fortnight after my repulse, without any excuse at all, I telegraphed the George Hutchinses that I was coming to pay them a visit. Mrs. George, wearing a knowing smile, met me at the station in a light buck-board.
"I"ve asked Maude to dinner," she said....
Thus with masculine directness I returned to the charge, and Maude"s continued resistance but increased my ardour; could not see why she continued to resist me.
"Because I don"t love you," she said.
This was incredible. I suggested that she didn"t know what love was, and she admitted it was possible: she liked me very, very much. I told her, sagely, that this was the best foundation for matrimony. That might be, but she had had other ideas. For one thing, she felt that she did not know me.... In short, she was charming and maddening in her defensive ruses, in her advances and retreats, for I pressed her hard during the four weeks which followed, and in them made four visits. Flinging caution to the winds, I did not even pretend to George that I was coming to see him on business. I had the Hutchins family on my side, for they had the sense to see that the match would be an advantageous one; I even summoned up enough courage to talk to Ezra Hutchins on the subject.
"I"ll not attempt to influence Maude, Mr. Paret--I"ve always said I wouldn"t interfere with her choice. But as you are a young man of sound habits, sir, successful in your profession, I should raise no objection.
I suppose we can"t keep her always."
To conceal his emotion, he pulled out the watch he lived by. "Why, it"s church time!" he said.... I attended church regularly at Elkington....
On a Sunday night in June, following a day during which victory seemed more distant than ever, with startling unexpectedness Maude capitulated.
She sat beside me on the bench, obscured, yet the warm night quivered with her presence. I felt her tremble.... I remember the first exquisite touch of her soft cheek. How strange it was that in conquest the tumult of my being should be stilled, that my pa.s.sion should be trans.m.u.ted into awe that thrilled yet disquieted! What had I done? It was as though I had suddenly entered an unimagined sanctuary filled with holy flame....
Presently, when we began to talk, I found myself seeking more familiar levels. I asked her why she had so long resisted me, accusing her of having loved me all the time.
"Yes, I think I did, Hugh. Only--I didn"t know it."
"You must have felt something, that afternoon when I first proposed to you!"
"You didn"t really want me, Hugh. Not then."
Surprised, and a little uncomfortable at this evidence of intuition, I started to protest. It seemed to me then as though I had always wanted her.
"No, no," she exclaimed, "you didn"t. You were carried away by your feelings--you hadn"t made up your mind. Indeed, I can"t see why you want me now."
"You believe I do," I said, and drew her toward me.
"Yes, I--I believe it, now. But I can"t see why. There must be so many attractive girls in the city, who know so much more than I do."
I sought fervidly to rea.s.sure her on this point.... At length when we went into the house she drew away from me at arm"s length and gave me one long searching look, as though seeking to read my soul.
"Hugh, you will always love me--to the very end, won"t you?"
"Yes," I whispered, "always."
In the library, one on each side of the table, under the lamp, Ezra Hutchins and his wife sat reading. Mrs. Hutchins looked up, and I saw that she had divined.
"Mother, I am engaged to Hugh," Maude said, and bent over and kissed her. Ezra and I stood gazing at them. Then he turned to me and pressed my hand.
"Well, I never saw the man who was good enough for her, Hugh. But G.o.d bless you, my son. I hope you will prize her as we prize her."
Mrs. Hutchins embraced me. And through her tears she, too, looked long into my face. When she had released me Ezra had his watch in his hand.
"If you"re going on the ten o"clock train, Hugh--"
"Father!" Maude protested, laughing, "I must say I don"t call that very polite."...
In the train I slept but fitfully, awakening again and again to recall the extraordinary fact that I was now engaged to be married, to go over the incidents of the evening. Indifferent to the backings and the b.u.mpings of the car, the voices in the stations, the clanging of locomotive bells and all the incomprehensible startings and stoppings, exalted yet troubled I beheld Maude luminous with the love I had amazingly awakened, a love somewhere beyond my comprehension. For her indeed marriage was made in heaven. But for me? Could I rise now to the ideal that had once been mine, thrust henceforth evil out of my life?
Love forever, live always in this sanctuary she had made for me? Would the time come when I should feel a sense of bondage?...
The wedding was set for the end of September. I continued to go every week to Elkington, and in August, Maude and I spent a fortnight at the sea. There could be no doubt as to my mother"s happiness, as to her approval of Maude; they loved each other from the beginning. I can picture them now, sitting together with their sewing on the porch of the cottage at Mattapoisett. Out on the bay little white-caps danced in the sunlight, sail-boats tacked hither and thither, the strong cape breeze, laden with invigorating salt, stirred Maude"s hair, and occasionally played havoc with my papers.
"She is just the wife for you, Hugh," my mother confided to me. "If I had chosen her myself I could not have done better," she added, with a smile.