"You go home and think of all this," he said, "and talk about it to-morrow. Don"t, don"t say anything now, not anything. As for loving you, I do. I do--with all my heart. It"s no good hiding it any more. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. If I were a clean, free man--We"ll have to talk of all these things. Thank goodness there"s plenty of opportunity! And we two can talk. Anyhow, now you"ve begun it, there"s nothing to keep us in all this from being the best friends in the world. And talking of every conceivable thing. Is there?"
"Nothing," said Ann Veronica, with a radiant face.
"Before this there was a sort of restraint--a make-believe. It"s gone."
"It"s gone."
"Friendship and love being separate things. And that confounded engagement!"
"Gone!"
They came upon a platform, and stood before her compartment.
He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere.
"I shall be very glad to have you for a friend," he said, "loving friend. I had never dreamed of such a friend as you."
She smiled, sure of herself beyond any pretending, into his troubled eyes. Hadn"t they settled that already?
"I want you as a friend," he persisted, almost as if he disputed something.
Part 5.
The next morning she waited in the laboratory at the lunch-hour in the reasonable certainty that he would come to her.
"Well, you have thought it over?" he said, sitting down beside her.
"I"ve been thinking of you all night," she answered.
"Well?"
"I don"t care a rap for all these things."
He said nothing for a s.p.a.ce.
"I don"t see there"s any getting away from the fact that you and I love each other," he said, slowly. "So far you"ve got me and I you... . You"ve got me. I"m like a creature just wakened up. My eyes are open to you. I keep on thinking of you. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. I believe I have always been in love with you. Always. Before ever I knew you."
She sat motionless, with her hand tightening over the edge of the table, and he, too, said no more. She began to tremble violently.
He stood up abruptly and went to the window.
"We have," he said, "to be the utmost friends."
She stood up and held her arms toward him. "I want you to kiss me," she said.
He gripped the window-sill behind him.
"If I do," he said... . "No! I want to do without that. I want to do without that for a time. I want to give you time to think. I am a man--of a sort of experience. You are a girl with very little. Just sit down on that stool again and let"s talk of this in cold blood. People of your sort-- I don"t want the instincts to--to rush our situation. Are you sure what it is you want of me?"
"I want you. I want you to be my lover. I want to give myself to you. I want to be whatever I can to you." She paused for a moment. "Is that plain?" she asked.
"If I didn"t love you better than myself," said Capes, "I wouldn"t fence like this with you.
"I am convinced you haven"t thought this out," he went on. "You do not know what such a relation means. We are in love. Our heads swim with the thought of being together. But what can we do? Here am I, fixed to respectability and this laboratory; you"re living at home. It means ... just furtive meetings."
"I don"t care how we meet," she said.
"It will spoil your life."
"It will make it. I want you. I am clear I want you. You are different from all the world for me. You can think all round me. You are the one person I can understand and feel--feel right with. I don"t idealize you. Don"t imagine that. It isn"t because you"re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there"s something--something living and understanding in you. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. You see, I"m selfish. I"m rather scornful. I think too much about myself. You"re the only person I"ve really given good, straight, unselfish thought to. I"m making a mess of my life--unless you come in and take it. I am. In you--if you can love me--there is salvation. Salvation. I know what I am doing better than you do. Think--think of that engagement!"
Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say.
She stood up before him, smiling faintly.
"I think we"ve exhausted this discussion," she said.
"I think we have," he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips.
Part 6.
They spent the next Sunday in Richmond Park, and mingled the happy sensation of being together uninterruptedly through the long sunshine of a summer"s day with the ample discussion of their position. "This has all the clean freshness of spring and youth," said Capes; "it is love with the down on; it is like the glitter of dew in the sunlight to be lovers such as we are, with no more than one warm kiss between us. I love everything to-day, and all of you, but I love this, this--this innocence upon us most of all.
"You can"t imagine," he said, "what a beastly thing a furtive love affair can be.
"This isn"t furtive," said Ann Veronica.
"Not a bit of it. And we won"t make it so... . We mustn"t make it so."
They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the "Star and Garter," and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. They had a universe to talk about--two universes.
"What are we going to do?" said Capes, with his eyes on the broad distances beyond the ribbon of the river.
"I will do whatever you want," said Ann Veronica.
"My first love was all blundering," said Capes.
He thought for a moment, and went on: "Love is something that has to be taken care of. One has to be so careful... . It"s a beautiful plant, but a tender one... . I didn"t know. I"ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. How can I tell you all I feel? I love you beyond measure. And I"m afraid... . I"m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure."
"YOU know," said Ann Veronica. "I just came to you and put myself in your hands."
"That"s why, in a way, I"m prudish. I"ve--dreads. I don"t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands."
"As you will, dear lover. But for me it doesn"t matter. Nothing is wrong that you do. Nothing. I am quite clear about this. I know exactly what I am doing. I give myself to you."
"G.o.d send you may never repent it!" cried Capes.
She put her hand in his to be squeezed.
"You see," he said, "it is doubtful if we can ever marry. Very doubtful. I have been thinking-- I will go to my wife again. I will do my utmost. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends."
He paused. She answered slowly. "That is as you will," she said.
"Why should it matter?" he said.
And then, as she answered nothing, "Seeing that we are lovers."
Part 7.
It was rather less than a week after that walk that Capes came and sat down beside Ann Veronica for their customary talk in the lunch hour. He took a handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him--for both these young people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon--and kept her hand for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. He did not speak for a moment.
"Well?" she said.
"I say!" he said, without any movement. "Let"s go."
"Go!" She did not understand him at first, and then her heart began to beat very rapidly.
"Stop this--this humbugging," he explained. "It"s like the Picture and the Bust. I can"t stand it. Let"s go. Go off and live together--until we can marry. Dare you?"
"Do you mean NOW?"
"At the end of the session. It"s the only clean way for us. Are you prepared to do it?"
Her hands clenched. "Yes," she said, very faintly. And then: "Of course! Always. It is what I have wanted, what I have meant all along."
She stared before her, trying to keep back a rush of tears.
Capes kept obstinately stiff, and spoke between his teeth.
"There"s endless reasons, no doubt, why we shouldn"t," he said. "Endless. It"s wrong in the eyes of most people. For many of them it will smirch us forever... . You DO understand?"
"Who cares for most people?" she said, not looking at him.
"I do. It means social isolation--struggle."
"If you dare--I dare," said Ann Veronica. "I was never so clear in all my life as I have been in this business." She lifted steadfast eyes to him. "Dare!" she said. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. "You"re not a man for me--not one of a s.e.x, I mean. You"re just a particular being with nothing else in the world to cla.s.s with you. You are just necessary to life for me. I"ve never met any one like you. To have you is all important. Nothing else weighs against it. Morals only begin when that is settled. I sha"n"t care a rap if we can never marry. I"m not a bit afraid of anything--scandal, difficulty, struggle... . I rather want them. I do want them."
"You"ll get them," he said. "This means a plunge."
"Are you afraid?"
"Only for you! Most of my income will vanish. Even unbelieving biological demonstrators must respect decorum; and besides, you see--you were a student. We shall have--hardly any money."
"I don"t care."
"Hardship and danger."
"With you!"
"And as for your people?"
"They don"t count. That is the dreadful truth. This--all this swamps them. They don"t count, and I don"t care."
Capes suddenly abandoned his att.i.tude of meditative restraint. "By Jove!" he broke out, "one tries to take a serious, sober view. I don"t quite know why. But this is a great lark, Ann Veronica! This turns life into a glorious adventure!"
"Ah!" she cried in triumph.
"I shall have to give up biology, anyhow. I"ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. That is what I must do. I can."
"Of course you can."
"And biology was beginning to bore me a bit. One research is very like another... . Latterly I"ve been doing things... . Creative work appeals to me wonderfully. Things seem to come rather easily... . But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream. For a time I must do journalism and work hard... . What isn"t a day-dream is this: that you and I are going to put an end to flummery--and go!"
"Go!" said Ann Veronica, clenching her hands.
"For better or worse."
"For richer or poorer."
She could not go on, for she was laughing and crying at the same time. "We were bound to do this when you kissed me," she sobbed through her tears. "We have been all this time-- Only your queer code of honor-- Honor! Once you begin with love you have to see it through."
CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH.
THE LAST DAYS AT HOME.
Part 1.
They decided to go to Switzerland at the session"s end. "We"ll clean up everything tidy," said Capes... .