Vance thought it useless to protest.
They now reached an enclosure under a grove of maples, where, motioning him to sit upon a low wall tapestried with moss and fern and creepers, she perched upon the gnarled root of a tree, and, opening her book, prepared to become absorbed in it.
"Suppose you read aloud to me," he suggested, with cunning aforethought.
"This?" she said, doubtfully, surveying his verses. "Oh, no; I think not. You would hardly care for _this_. It is something quite out of your line, don"t you see? The writer gives expression to a perfectly straightforward, yet eloquent, expression of a true man"s true feeling, about a thing of every day. It is not only that the words are lovely and the sentiment is n.o.ble, but the measure ripples like a stream--Why, what is the matter with you? One would think you know the author."
"I am afraid, upon reflection, that I _do not_ know the author," he said, drawing back into his sh.e.l.l.
"If you did, I should get you to thank him for me for this," she resumed. "They say authors are always disappointing to meet, after one has idealized them through their writings. But _he_ would not be. No; I would trust him, through everything, to be a n.o.ble gentleman. Of course he is unworldly. I believe he lives in a remote Territory, and despises petty conventionalities of society, especially those in New York. And I think he never even heard of that dreadful 400 of yours."
Vance, smiling at her girlish nonsense, felt himself, nevertheless, lapped in the Elysium of her speech.
Then her mood changed to pathos, as she told him the story of "Cousin Josey"s" single episode of love, ending in the mound beside them, where slept the old man"s bride-betrothed of seventeen,--a ward of his mother,--who had died of a tragic accident, forty years agone.
"And every day, since, he has come here. See, there are fresh wood-violets upon her breast. And the dear old man has never thought of such a thing as giving her a successor. Now, let us go. There are lambs to show you, and a lot of other things."
The pa.s.sing cloud was gone from her April face. She was again radiant, and in some bedazzlement of mind he arose and followed her.
Townsend"s acquaintance with his Virginia cousins had, as might have been expected, prolonged itself into a visit to Carlyle Hall; and he was on the eve of departure, after a stay of two weeks in that delightful refuge, before he realized how much his fancy had begun to twine around the place and its inmates.
Sentiment for the young creature who was its ruling spirit he did not admit, other than the natural tribute of his age and s.e.x to hers. Nor did he give her credit for more than temporary feeling on any point disconnected with her strong local attachments. Her father, her home, and those she grandiosely called her "people"--meaning, he supposed, the individuals indebted to Providence for having been born within the limits of her State--were the objects of Eve"s warm affection.
Vance felt sure her courteous thought of him was the result of only transmitted consideration for a guest. So soon as he should quit the pleasant precincts of the Hall, he feared he must put aside his claim to even this consideration. This condition of affairs worried our young man more than he cared to admit to himself. To no one else would he have confessed that the fortnight had been spent by him in a daily effort to impress upon her a personality widely different from her conception of it. Now, at the end of his enterprise, he was conscious that he had not advanced in the endeavor; and this last evening in her company was correspondingly depressing to his _amour propre_.
They were sitting together in a window-seat of the drawing-room, looking into an old-world garden with box walks, a sun-dial, and a blaze of tulips piercing the brown mold. From the western sky, facing them, the red light was vanishing, and in the large, dim room a couple of lamps made islands of radiance in a sea of shadows. In the library, adjoining, sat the Colonel, reading, his strong, handsome head seen in profile from where they were.
Sounds of evening in the country, the sweet whistle of a negro in the distance, alone broke the spell of silence brooding over the old house. Vance hesitated to further disturb it, the more so that Evelyn had been in a mood of unusual graciousness. Nor did he, in truth, feel prepared to broach the discussion of certain things he had put off until now.
"To-morrow," he said at last, with a genuine sigh, "I shall be on my way northward, and this beautiful, restful life will be among my has-beens."
"Too restful, I"m afraid," she cried, in her brusque, schoolgirl fashion. "Your Aunt Myrtle always speaks of Virginia as nothing but a "cure," which she is clearly glad to have accomplished and lived down."
"It has been a cure for me in another sense. I wonder if you know what you have done for me?"
"I?"
"Yes. Don"t fence with me now. For once, believe in your cousin, who is, after this, going to leave you for a long time in peace. Tell me; when I shall have gone, and that big, comfortable "spare room" is put in order again for the next guest, shall you sometimes think of the subject of your missionary labors in the past two weeks?"
"But I have never undertaken to reform you," she said, in a vexed tone. "It is absurd for you to think I imagined myself capable of that. The best I could hope for was that your visit should pa.s.s without our coming to open conflict. Papa could tell you I promised him to try that this should be so."
"Then I am indebted to your father for the modic.u.m of personal consideration you have vouchsafed me?"
"And Cousin Josey--yes," she answered, with startling candor. "At the same time, I must say, I like you now better than I believed I ever could. It makes me wish with all my heart I could trust you."
Vance felt a sting that was not all resentment, or all pain. The expression of her eyes, so fearless, so intense, waked in him a feeling that, in the moment they had reached, he desired nothing so much in all the world as to win this "mere girl"s" approval. The color deepened in his face, as he said:
"And yet you have given the author of those verses, who happens to be myself, credit for something in which you could place faith?"
"You--_you_?" she exclaimed, starting violently. "Ah no! Don"t destroy my ideals."
"This may be wholesome, but it is certainly not pleasant," he said, praying Heaven for patience.
There was nothing of her customary light spirit of bravado in the manner in which, after a pause, she next spoke to him.
"I hardly know how--for the sake of others, I mean, not on my own account--to ask if it is possible you have not, in connection with me, given a thought to one who was my daily, intimate companion all of last winter."
"That!" he interrupted, with a dry laugh. Why not arraign her for the wreck of me?"
"You understand me, I see," she said, with meaning. "Let me say this, then: that I hold a trifler with women"s hearts to be the most despicable of characters. A man who is too indolent or too infirm of purpose to deny himself the pleasure he gets from watching his progress in a girl"s affections is an offender the law mayn"t reach, but he deserves it should. That he makes his victim old before her time, in his gradual, refined disappointment of her hopes, may not count for much, in your estimation. But--but--oh! I could not have believed it of the person who wrote those verses!"
There were tears in her honest eyes, a tremor in her young voice. Save for these, Vance, who had walked away from her a dozen steps, would have continued to put distance between himself and this "angel at the gate."
As it was, he controlled himself sufficiently to return and say, in a hard, strained voice:
"I shall not attempt to change your estimate of me. But I am glad you have given me an opportunity to tell you that on the day I saw you first, I went directly from my aunt"s house to ask Katherine Ainger to be my wife. Some day, when you are older, and know more of the world, and take broader views of poor humanity, all these things may seem to you different. Then you may, perhaps, admit that, with all my faults, I could never be such a cad as you have pictured. In the little time that we are together now, please, let us say no more about it."
He walked away, joining the Colonel, to engage that unsuspecting gentleman in an exhaustive discussion of politics.
Eve sat for awhile in her dusky corner, absorbed in thought. She had decided to say a few words to him, before he should go, that might contribute to her relief rather than his. But Vance gave her no opportunity to speak any words to him, except those of conventional farewell. Betimes, next morning, he took leave of his cousins; and the Virginia episode was over.
After he had left, Eve locked herself in her room, and gave way to a burst of tears.
Chapter IV
In a railway carriage that had long before left Genoa with the ultimate intention of getting into Rome, a girl sat, tranced in satisfaction, looking from the window, throughout an afternoon of spring. To speed thus leisurely between succeeding pictures of a scenery and life she seemed to recognize from some prior state of existence--although now, in fact, seen for the first time--was a joy sufficient to annihilate fatigue.
The milk-white oxen ploughing the red fields; the peasant women at work amid young vines; the sheets of wild flowers; the pink and white and blue-washed villas, with their terraces and palms and flower-pots; the hedges of roses, and groves of olive and eucalyptus; above all, the cla.s.sic names of stations, albeit placarded in a commonplace way,--made Miss Evelyn Carlyle, lately a pa.s.senger of a steamer arriving at Genoa from America, turn and twist from side to side of the carriage, and flush and thrill with satisfaction, after a fashion causing her father, who accompanied her, to rejoice that they occupied their apartment undisturbed.
As evening closed upon the scene, she at last consented to throw her head back upon the cushion of the seat, and admit she was a prey to the mortal consideration of exceeding hunger. Since leaving Genoa, a roll and some cakes of chocolate, only, had supplied the luncheon for a journey of ten hours. Therefore, when the train, stopping after dark at a little buffet, was promptly forsaken by its pa.s.sengers, Eve and her father joined the eager throng craving refreshment at the hands of a perspiring landlord and his inefficient aids.
"If I could only make these fellows understand, perhaps they would stop to listen," said Colonel Carlyle, growing wroth at the struggling, vociferating, jostling crowd ma.s.sed in a small room, s.n.a.t.c.hing for food like hungry dogs.
"Allow me to--By Jove, it"s the Colonel!" said a voice behind him, whose possessor was trying to pa.s.s on.
"Ralph Corbin! Where did you drop from?" and, "Ralph, this is too delightful" were the greetings received by the young man thus unexpectedly encountered.
"I am on my way from Nice to Rome to meet--er--some friends who are expected there for the Silver Wedding festivities," said he, with becoming blushes.
"I know," exclaimed Evelyn, gleefully. "I was sure they had something to do with it."
"But it"s uncertain whether they have returned from Greece yet; and it"s awfully jolly to meet you, anyway, Eve, and the Colonel. Here, let"s get some food, and I"ll go in your carriage for the rest of the way, of course. I"d not an idea you were coming out this year."
"Nor we, until a fortnight since," said Eve.