CHAPTER XXVII
One day toward the end of August, Athalie, standing at the pier"s end, saw the huge incoming liner slowly warping to her berth; waited amid the throngs in the vast sheds by the gangway, caught a glimpse of Clive, lost him to view, then saw him again, very near, making his way toward her. And then her hands were in his and she was looking into his beloved eyes once more.
There were a few quick words of greeting spoken, tender, low-voiced; the swift light of happiness made her blue eyes brilliant:
"You tall, sun-bronzed, lazy thing," she said; "I never told you what a distinguished looking man you are, did I? Well I"ll spoil you by telling you now. No wonder everything feminine glances at you," she added as he lifted his hat to fellow pa.s.sengers who were pa.s.sing.
And during the customs" examination she stood beside him, amused, interested, gently bantering him when he declared everything; for even in Athalie were apparently the ineradicable seeds of that original sin--which is in all femininity--the paramount necessity for smuggling.
Once or twice he spoke aside to the customs" officer; and Athalie instantly and gaily accused him of attempted bribery.
But when they were on their way to Spring Pond in a hired touring car with his steamer trunk and suit-cases strapped behind, he drew from his pockets the articles he had declared and paid for; and Athalie grew silent in delight as she looked down at the single and lovely strand of pearls.
All the way to Spring Pond she held them so, and her enchanted eyes reverted to them whenever she could bring herself to look anywhere except at him.
"I wondered," she said, "whether you would come to the country or whether you might think it better to remain in town."
"I shall go back to town only when you go."
"Dear, does that mean that you will stay with me at our own house?"
"If you want me."
"Oh, Clive! I was wondering--only it seemed too heavenly to hope for."
His face grew sombre for a moment. He said: "There is no other future for us. And even our comradeship will be misunderstood. But--if you are willing--"
"Is there any question in your mind as to the limit of my willingness?"
He said: "You know it will mark us for life. And if we remain guiltless, and our lives blameless, nevertheless this comradeship of ours will mark us for life."
"Do you mean, brand us?"
"Yes, dear."
"Does that cause you any real apprehension?" she laughed.
"I am thinking of you."
"Think of me, then," she said gaily, "and know that I am happy and content. The world is turning into such a wonderful friend to me; fate is becoming so gentle and so kind. Happiness may brand me; nothing else can leave a mark. So be at ease concerning me. All shall go well with me, only when with you, my darling, all goes well."
He smiled in sympathy with her gaiety of heart, but the slight shadow returned to his face again. Watching it she said:
"All things shall come to us, Clive."
"All things," he said, gravely,--"except fulfilment."
"That, too," she murmured.
"No, Athalie."
"Yes," she said under her breath.
He only lifted her ringless hand to his lips in hopeless silence; but she looked up at the cloudless sky and out over sunlit harvest fields and where grain and fruit were ripening, and she smiled, closing her white hand and pressing it gently against his lips.
Connor met them at the door and shouldered Clive"s trunk and other luggage; then Athalie slipped her arm through his and took him into the autumn glow of her garden.
"Miracle after miracle, Clive--from the enchantment of July roses to the splendour of dahlia, calendula, and gladioluses. Such a wonder-house no man ever before gave to any woman.... There is not one stalk or leaf or blossom or blade of gra.s.s that is not my intimate and tender friend, my confidant, my dear preceptor, my companion beloved and adored.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "And then her hands were in his and she was looking into his beloved eyes once more."]
"Do you notice that the grapes on the trellis are turning dark? And the peaches are becoming so big and heavy and rosy. They will be ripe before very long."
"You must have a greenhouse," he said.
"_We_ must," she admitted demurely.
He turned toward her with much of his old gaiety, laughing: "Do you know," he said, "I believe you are pretending to be in love with me!"
"That"s all it is, Clive, just pretence, and the natural depravity of a flirt. When I go back to town I"ll forget you ever existed--unless you go with me."
"I"m wondering," he said, "what we had better do in town."
"I"m not wondering; I know."
He looked at her questioningly. Then she told him about her visit to Michael and the apartment.
"There is no other place in the world that I care to live in--excepting this," she said. "Couldn"t we live there, Clive, when we go to town?"
After a moment he said: "Yes."
"Would you care to?" she asked wistfully. Then smiled as she met his eyes.
"So I shall give up business," she said, "and that tower apartment.
There"s a letter here now asking if I desire to sublet it; and as I had to renew my lease last June, that is what I shall do--if you"ll let me live in the place you made for me so long ago."
He answered, smilingly, that he might be induced to permit it.
Hafiz appeared, inquisitive, urbane, waving his snowy tail; but he was shy of further demonstrations toward the man who was seated beside his beloved mistress, and he pretended that he saw something in the obscurity of the flowering thickets, and stalked it with every symptom of sincerity.
"That cat must be about six years old," said Clive, watching him.
"He plays like a kitten, still."
"Do you remember how he used to pat your thread with his paws when you were sewing."