"Yes. But I suppose it would ruin us if anybody knew."
He said nothing as they walked back into the main hallway.
"What a charming old building it is!" she exclaimed. "Isn"t it odd that I never before appreciated the house from an esthetic angle? I don"t suppose you"d call this architecture, but whatever else it may be it certainly is dignified. I adore the simplicity of the rooms; don"t you? I shall have some pretty silk curtains made; and, in the bedrooms, chintz. And maybe you will help me hunt for furniture and rugs. Will you, dear?"
"We"ll find some old mahogany for this floor and white enamel for the bedrooms if you like. What do you say?"
"Enchanting! I adore antique mahogany! You know how crazy I am about the furniture of bygone days. I shall squander every penny on things Chippendale and Sheraton and Hepplewhite. Oh, it is going to be a darling house and I"m the happiest girl in the world. And you have made me so!--dearest of men!"
She caught his hand to her lips as he bent to kiss hers, and their faces came together in a swift and clinging embrace. Which left her flushed and wordless for the moment, and disposed to hang her head as she walked slowly beside him to the front door.
Out in the sunshine, however, her self-possession returned in a pretty exclamation of delight; and she called his attention to a tiny rainbow formed in the spray of the garden hose where Connor was watering the gra.s.s.
"Symbol of hope for us," he said under his breath.
She nodded, and stood inhaling the fragrance of the garden.
"I know a path--if it still exists--where I used to go as a child.
Would you care to follow it with me?"
So they walked down to the causeway bridge spanning the outlet to Spring Pond, turned to the right amid a tangle of milk-weed in heavy bloom, and grapevines hanging in festoons from rock and sapling.
The path had not changed; it wound along the wooded sh.o.r.e of the pond, then sloped upward and came out into a gra.s.sy upland, where it followed the woods" edge under the cool shadow of the trees.
And as they walked she told him of her childish journeys along this path until it reached the wooded and pebbly height of land beyond, which is one of the vertebrae in the backbone of Long Island.
To reach that ridge was her ultimate ambition in those youthful days; and when on one afternoon of reckless daring she had attained it, and far to the northward she saw the waters of the great Sound sparkling in the sun, she had felt like Balboa in sight of the Pacific, awed to the point of prayer by her own miraculous achievement.
Where the path re-entered the woods, far down the slope, they could hear the waters of Spring Brook flowing; and presently they could see the clear glint of the stream; and she told him tales of alder-poles and home-made hooks, and of dusky troutlings that haunted the woodland pools far in the dusk of leafy and mysterious depths.
On the brink of the slope, but firmly imbedded, there had been a big mossy log. She discovered it presently, and drew him down to a seat beside her, taking possession of one of his arms and drawing it closely under her own. Then she crossed one knee over the other and looked out into the magic half-light of a woodland which, to her childish eyes, had once seemed a vast and depthless forest. A bar of sunlight fell across her slim shoe and ankle clothed in white, and across the log, making the moss greener than emeralds.
From far below came pleasantly the noise of the brook; overhead leaves stirred and whispered in the breezes; shadows moved; sun-spots waxed and waned on tree-trunk and leaf and on the brown ground under foot. A scarlet-banded b.u.t.terfly--he they call the Red Admiral--flitted persistently about an oak tree where the stain of sap darkened the bark.
From somewhere came the mellow tinkle of cow-bells, which moved Athalie to speech; and she poured out her heart to Clive on the subject of domestic kine and of chickens and ducks.
"I"m a country girl; there can be no doubt about it," she admitted. "I do not think a day pa.s.ses in the city but I miss the c.o.c.k-crow and the plaint of barn-yard fowl, and the lowing of cattle and the whimper and coo of pigeons. And my country eyes grow weary for a glimpse of green, Clive,--and for wide horizons and the vast flotillas of white clouds that sail over pastures and salt meadows and bays and oceans. Never have I been as contented as I am at this moment--here--under the sky alone with you."
"That also is all I ask in life--the open world, and you."
"Maybe it will happen."
"Maybe."
"With everything--desirable--"
She dropped her eyes and remained very still. For the first time in her life she had thought of children as her own--and his. And the thought which had flashed unbidden through her mind left her silent, and a little bewildered by its sweetness.
He was saying: "You should, by this time, have the means which enable you to live in the country."
"Yes."
Cecil Reeve had advised her in her investments. The girl"s financial circ.u.mstances were modest, but adequate and sound.
"I never told you how much I have," she said. "May I?"
"If you care to."
She told him, explaining every detail very carefully; and he listened, fascinated by this charming girl"s account of how in four years, she had won from the world the traditional living to which all are supposed to be ent.i.tled.
"You see," she said, "that gives me a modest income. I could live here very nicely. It has always been my dream.... But of course everything now depends on where you are."
Surprised and touched he turned toward her: she flushed and smiled, suddenly realising the navete of her avowal.
"It"s true," she said. "Every day I seem to become more and more entangled with you. I"m wondering whether I"ve already crossed the bounds of friendship, and how far I am outside. I can"t seem to realise any longer that there is no bond between us stronger than preference.... I was thinking--very unusual and very curious thoughts--about us both." She drew a deep, unsteady, but smiling, breath: "Clive, I wish you could marry me."
"You _wish_ it, Athalie?" he asked, profoundly moved.
"Yes."
After a silence she leaned over and rested her cheek against his shoulder.
"Ah, yes," she said under her breath,--"that is what I begin to wish for. A home, and _you_.... And--children."
He put his arm around her.
"Isn"t it strange, Clive, that I should think about children--at my age--and with little chance of ever having any. I don"t know what possesses me to suddenly want them.... Wouldn"t they be wonderful in that house? And they"d have that darling garden to play in.... There ought to be a boy--several in fact, and some girls.... _I"d_ know what to do for them. Isn"t it odd that I should know exactly how to bring them up. But I do. I know I do.... I can almost see them playing in the garden--I can see their dear little faces--hear their voices--"
His arm was clasping her slim body very tightly, but she suddenly sat upright, resting one slender hand on his shoulder; and her gaze became steady and fixed.
Presently he noticed it and turned his head in the same direction, but saw nothing except the sunlight sifting through the trees and the golden half-light of the woods beyond.
"What is it, Athalie?" he asked.
She said in a curiously still voice: "Children."
"Where?"
"Playing in the woods."
"Where?" he repeated; "I do not see them."
She did not answer. Presently she closed her eyes and rested her face against his shoulder again, pressing close to him as though lonely.
"They went away," she said in answer to his question.... "I feel a little tired, Clive.... Do you care for me a great deal?"
"Can you ask?"
"Yes.... Because of the years ahead of us. I think there are to be many--for us both. The future is so bewildering--like a tangled and endless forest, and very dim to see in.... But sometimes there comes a rift in the foliage--and there is a glimpse of far skies shining. And for a moment one--"sees clearly"--into the depths--a little way....