Years afterward it occurred to Elmore, when he awoke one night, and his mind without any reason flew back to this period in Venice, that she might have been referring the point to him for decision. But now it only seemed to him that she was adding force to her denial; and he observed nothing hysterical in the little laugh she gave.
"Well, then, we can"t have it over too soon. I"ll write now, if you will give me his letter."
She put it behind her. "Professor Elmore," she said, "I am not going to have you think that he ever behaved in the least presumingly. And whatever you think of me, I must tell you that I suppose I talked very freely with him,--just as freely, as I should with an American. I didn"t know any better. He was very interesting, and I was homesick, and so glad to see any one who could speak English. I suppose I was a goose; but I felt very far away from all my friends, and I was grateful for his kindness. Even if he had never written this last letter, I should always have said that he was a true gentleman."
"Well?"
"That is all. I can"t have him treated as if he were an adventurer."
"You want him dismissed?"
"Yes."
"A man can"t distinguish as to the terms of a dismissal. They"re always insolent,--more insolent than ever if you try to make them kindly. I should merely make this as short and sharp as possible."
"Yes," she said breathlessly, as if the idea affected her respiration.
"But I will show it to you, and I won"t send it without your approval."
"Thank you. But I shall not want to see it. I"d rather not." She was going out of the room.
"Will you leave me his letter? You can have it again."
She turned red in giving it him. "I forgot. Why, it"s written to you, anyway!" she cried, with a laugh, and put the letter on the table.
The two doors opened and closed: one excluded Lily, and the other admitted Mrs. Elmore.
"Owen, I approve of all you said, except that about the form of the refusal. I will read what you say. I intend that it _shall_ be made kindly."
"Very well. I"ll copy a letter of yours, or write from your dictation."
"No; you write it, and I"ll criticise it."
"Oh, you talk as if I were eager to write the letter! Can"t you imagine it"s being a very painful thing to me?" he demanded.
"It didn"t seem to be so before."
"Why, the situation wasn"t the same before he wrote this letter!"
"I don"t see how. He was as much in earnest then as he is now, and you had no pity for him."
"Oh, my goodness!" cried Elmore desperately. "Don"t you see the difference? He hadn"t given any proof before"--
"Oh, proof, proof! You men are always wanting proof! What better proof could he have given than the way he followed her about? Proof, indeed! I suppose you"d like to have Lily prove that she doesn"t care for him!"
"Yes," said Elmore sadly, "I should like very much to have her prove it."
"Well, you won"t get her to. What makes you think she does?"
"I don"t. Do you?"
"N-o," answered Mrs. Elmore reluctantly.
"Celia, Celia, you will drive me mad if you go on in this way! The girl has told me, over and over, that she wishes him dismissed. Why do you think she doesn"t?"
"I don"t. Who hinted such a thing? But I don"t want you to _enjoy_ doing it."
"_Enjoy_ it? So you think I enjoy it! What do you suppose I"m made of?
Perhaps you think I enjoyed catechizing the child about her feelings toward him? Perhaps you think I enjoy the whole confounded affair? Well, I give it up. I will let it go. If I can"t have your full and hearty support, I"ll let it go. I"ll do nothing about it."
He threw Ehrhardt"s letter on the table, and went and sat down by the window. His wife took the letter up and read it over. "Why, you see he asks you to pa.s.s it over in silence if you don"t consent."
"Does he?" asked Elmore. "I hadn"t noticed that."
"Perhaps you"d better read some of your letters, Owen, before you answer them!"
"Really, I had forgotten. I had forgotten that the letter was written to me at all. I thought it was to Lily, and she had got to thinking so too.
Well, then, I won"t do anything about it." He drew a breath of relief.
"Perhaps," suggested his wife, "he asked that so as to leave himself some hope if he should happen to meet her again."
"And we don"t wish him to have any hope."
Mrs. Elmore was silent.
"Celia," cried her husband indignantly, "I can"t have you playing fast and loose with me in this matter!"
"I suppose I may have time to think?" she retorted.
"Yes, if you will tell me what you _do_ think; but that I _must_ know.
It"s a thing too vital in its consequences for me to act without your full concurrence. I won"t take another step in it till I know just how far you have gone with me. If I may judge of what this man"s influence upon Lily would be by the fact that he has brought us to the verge of the only real quarrel we"ve ever had"--
"Who"s quarrelling, Owen?" asked Mrs. Elmore meekly. "I"m not."
"Well, well! we won"t dispute about that. I want to know whether you thought with me that it was improper for him to address her in the car?"
"Yes."
"And still more improper for him to join you in the street?"
"Yes. But he was very gentlemanly."
"No matter about that. You were just as much annoyed as I was by his letter to her?"
"I don"t know about annoyed. It scared me."
"Very well. And you approved of my answering it as I did?"
"I had nothing to do with it. I thought you were acting conscientiously.