He offered his arm, but she declined it. She was not tired, but nervous about being out so late and so far from home.
"Not with me," he said; and added, "There"s nothing clandestine about it. Mrs. Rogerson knows--at any rate, she will when I take you home--and so does Mary."
"Does Mrs. Oxenham know that I am walking here with you?" she was impelled to inquire, breathlessly.
"Most certainly she does."
Jenny climbed on blindly, with her head spinning round. Presently they reached the top, and the cool air blew in their faces. The town, the inhabited world, was behind them, cut off by a granite wall and the obliteration of the track in the gloom of night; in front the ravine stretched away to the pale saffron of the west, and, looking in that direction, it did not seem that day was over yet.
"Now I must find you a place to sit and rest yourself," said Anthony.
"Take my hand over these rough stones."
Her hand shook, and so did his; his voice had begun to sound a little breathless, like hers. His exultation was mounting to his head, and something like terror was making her heart quake. "Ought I to have allowed him? Ought I to have done it?" she was asking herself. But it was too late for such questions now, and all doubts were settled within the next five minutes.
"Here," he said. "This is the place. A flat stone to sit on, and the sloping rock to lean against. Generally the rocks slope the wrong way, but this slants back at the right angle exactly. Sit down here; you must be tired after that climb. I will fan you with a wattle branch." He began to break off boughs, while she sat down, because her knees trembled so that it was difficult to stand. "Isn"t this a charming view? At sunset it is magnificent, when the tops of the ranges turn pink and then indigo, like velvet. Can you hear the trickle of the creek down there? It seems miles below us, in that depth of shadow, doesn"t it? And that humming sound--listen! It is a waterfall. What is the noise like?
Oh, I know--like a railway train in the distance. And the wind in the gum leaves--can"t you shut your eyes and imagine that is the sea? Do you remember that night on the St Kilda pier, when you were so frightened?
You are not afraid of me now, Jenny?"
He flung himself on the ground beside her, and tossed his hat away.
"Yes, I am," she said, springing to her feet, and turning eastward towards the town. "And I _must_ go home, Mr. Churchill; it is not right for me to be out here at this hour. You should not have brought me. It is not treating me like--like a lady," she burst out, in a tone of reproach and distress which reminded him that he had not yet given her proper notice of his intentions.
He sprang upright in an instant, and caught her arm, and, before she knew it, had both his arms around her.
"Don"t you understand?" he exclaimed, in a deep voice. "I thought you did--I thought Sarah would have told you. And my coming in this way--my dragging you up here, to get you to myself--and Mary"s letter--oh, my poor little woman, you _didn"t_ think I was making an amus.e.m.e.nt of it, _did_ you? That"s not treating me like a gentleman, Jenny."
"But you can"t----"
"I can--I do. I want you to marry me, Jenny--there it is; and you can"t misunderstand now. And, what"s more, all my family know it, too, and my father says he"s glad, and told me to tell you that he says so. And Mary is awfully sorry that she sent you away yesterday. And you--_you_ won"t say "No"? It may be cheek and impudence to mention it, but I"ve seen it in your dear little eyes a score of times."
"Oh, _what_ have you seen?" she asked, gasping, laughing, crying, thrilling, all dazed and overwhelmed in this sea of joy.
"This," he answered, stooping his head and putting a hand under her chin. "Take off your hat, Jenny, so that I can kiss you comfortably."
CHAPTER XIX
WOMAN"S RIGHTS REFUSED
The transcendent minutes pa.s.sed, and presently found them sitting under their sloping rock, talking with some measure of sense and self-possession. Both heads were uncovered, and, as Anthony had antic.i.p.ated, gloves were not required. The saffron sky had hardly a vestige of colour left, stars were out overhead, the gorge at their feet might have been the valley of death itself, so impenetrably deep and dark it looked, with the steep, black hills heaving out of it. Through the delicate air came a faint chime from far away behind them, the clock at the post office striking nine.
"Ought we not to go?" whispered Jenny.
"No, darling. We couldn"t go if we tried. On the other side it would be too dark to see a step; we should only lose ourselves. We must wait for the moon."
"It won"t be long, will it?"
"About half an hour. Aren"t you content to sit here with me? We shall be home before eleven."
She was quite content. Her head was not high enough to reach his shoulder--it rested on his breast; he tucked away his beard that it might not tickle her face. His own face he laid on her brown hair, or stroked that hair with a big, soft hand. His arm supported her little frame; it was so little and so light that he was afraid to hug it much, for fear he should crush it.
"What a ridiculous mite it is!" he murmured. "If you are tired, Jenny, I can carry you home quite easily."
She said she was not tired.
"But you have been tired, my poor little girl! When I think of what you have been doing, all this hot summer, while I have been loafing around and amusing myself----! However, that won"t happen again."
"And yet you never came to the tea-room to see how I was getting on--not for such a long, long time!"
"And don"t you know why that was? Mary found me going, and scolded me for it, because she said it was compromising you. It was for fear that I might do that--that only--that I kept away. Whereby, you see, I have _always_ treated you like a lady--from the very beginning. Oh, Jenny, that _was_ an unkind thing to say!"
"But how was I to know? And you were so far above me----"
He put his hand over her mouth.
"But still I _do_ think," she proceeded, when the impediment was removed, "I do think it _was_ cheek and impudence to make so sure. It"s like a Sultan and his slave--like Ahasuerus and Esther. And I never _did_ run after you--you know I never, never did!"
Her voice was smothered in his moustache.
"Poor little mite! No more it did! It was the very pink and pattern of all that was proper. And yet I knew it--I knew it, Jenny, just as certainly as if you had said, "I love you" in so many words."
"You had no business to know it--and you _couldn"t_."
"I could and did. You shouldn"t have eyes so clear that one can see your heart through them." He kissed the lids down over them, and held them shut for a s.p.a.ce. "And you are not ashamed of it, are you?"
"I should have been ashamed if I had known it before, but I"m not now."
She stole an arm round his bent neck. "But you won"t hold me cheap by-and-by, because I gave myself away so easily, and was so far be----"
Again he laid his hand over her mouth. "I can"t very well do it now," he said gravely, "but when I am your husband, and you say things like that to me, I shall simply smack you, Jenny."
He lifted her into a sitting posture, and fumbled in all his pockets.
"Oh, here it is," drawing forth the ring he had purchased in Melbourne.
"You can"t see it by this light, but it"s the very nicest I could find.
Neat, but not gaudy, you know. It has a pearl in it, threaded on a gold wire because it"s so big, as white and pure as your own dear little soul. Yes, I got it on purpose--so you see how sure I was of getting _you_. Don"t let its poor little pride be hurt. You couldn"t have helped it, you know, anyhow; because, if you hadn"t given yourself, I should have taken you as a matter of course, as the giant took Tom Thumb."
"I don"t think you would," said Jenny.
"You don"t? Well, perhaps not I believe you are a match for any giant, you little epitome of pluck! By-and-by we"ll see. In the meantime let me put this on your finger, and tell me if it"s the right fit."
He put it on, and it was exactly the right fit.
"_There!_ By whatever means I have got you, you are mine from this moment--signed, sealed, and delivered." He lifted the little hand, and kissed the ring reverently. "Till death us do part."
She kissed it after him, and then flung herself on his breast, where he held her, closely and in silence, until the moon rose and gave them light enough to find their way home.