I took that box of gloves upstairs and I banged them on the dressing-table. When I looked into the gla.s.s I saw that my cheeks were glowing, and my eyes too. It was plain that I was in a perfect pa.s.sion. The most exasperating part of it was that I knew what a fright bad temper made of me. It always does of your black sort of people.
Never did I meet anyone with a greater capacity for rubbing you the wrong way than Mr Sanford. And so autocratic! I suppose that if he is of opinion that I ought to wear six and three-quarters I shall have to. But I will give him clearly to understand that, whatever size my hands may be, I shall wear sixes if I like. I do not propose to allow him to lay down the law to me, even on the question of gloves.
I kept him waiting as long as ever I could, though up in my bedroom, where there was no fire, it was positively freezing, and every moment I grew colder and colder, till I felt I must be congealing. But I knew that he hated waiting, so, while I dawdled, I wondered if everybody was crushed by everybody else as some people crushed me, or, at least, as they tried to. When I got down he was standing at the window, staring out into the grounds.
"Are you still there? I thought you would have gone. I trust that you have not remained on my account. I didn"t hurry. Even an old pair of gloves cannot be put on in half a second."
"So it would appear."
"As you are not going to skate, and I am, I won"t keep you."
"You were good enough to ask me to come with you to see if the ice would bear."
"I"m sure it will bear enough for me, though probably not enough for you. And as you"re nervous, it"s hardly worth while to put you to any further trouble. You would hardly find it amusing to stand on the bank and watch me skating."
"Well, I can fancy more objectionable occupations."
"Can you? There is no accounting for people"s fancies."
"There certainly isn"t."
"So, as I am already later than I intended, I will wish you good-day.
And thank you so much for the gloves."
"Good-day, and pray don"t mention the gloves--ever again. But I"m going with you all the same. I"ll borrow d.i.c.k"s skates on the off-chance, and ask his permission afterwards."
"Oh, I"ve no doubt that d.i.c.k will have no objection to your taking them; but as you"re not going to skate, really, Mr Sanford, it"s not the slightest use your coming."
"No use, but a great deal of pleasure for me. Let me carry your skates."
"Thank you, but I prefer to carry them myself."
He planted himself in front of me, looked me in the face, stretched out his arm, and took the skates from my hand. The astonishing part of it being that I did not offer the slightest resistance.
"I do declare, Mr Sanford, that you"re the most dictatorial person I ever met. You appear to be under the impression that people are not ent.i.tled to have opinions of their own on any subject whatever. I suppose I may carry my own skates if I want to."
"Quite so. Suppose we start."
We did start; though I was more than half inclined--since he was evidently bent on accompanying me--not to go at all. From the way we were beginning I foresaw what would be the end; or, at least, I imagined I did. Because, of course, what actually did happen never entered my head even as a remote possibility.
I was in a vitriolic temper, which was not improved by the knowledge that I was behaving badly, and should, in all probability before long, behave much worse. There is nothing more galling than the consciousness that the person with whom you are angry is in the right, and knows it, and is therefore indisposed to take any notice of your tantrums, being resolved, do what you will, not to take you seriously.
That was what used to make me so mad with Mr Sanford; he would not regard me as if I were a serious character. He would persist in treating me as if I were a child. Even if I did sometimes behave like one, it ought to have made no difference, since at seventeen you are not a child, and can behave exactly as you please, because you are grown up. Especially after the experience of the world which I had had.
The lake was more than a mile away from the house; amid the pine-trees in Mr Glennon"s wood. A lovely walk. Particularly in that sort of weather. But, as the poet does not say, no prospect pleases when your temper is vile. The mere fact that I yearned to beg Mr Sanford"s pardon for being so disagreeable made me nastier than ever. It may sound incredible; it is true. Such conversation as there was suggested that horrid game called "Snap"--played ill-naturedly.
"Are you an expert skater, Miss Boyes?"
"I can keep myself from falling, though, of course, I cannot compare with you."
"I a.s.sure you that I have no pretensions in that direction. Like you, I can keep myself from falling and that"s all."
"Meaning, I presume, that I cannot even do that. Thank you."
Silence. I knew the man was smiling, although I did not look at him.
After we had gone about another hundred yards he spoke again.
"I always think a woman looks so graceful on the ice."
"You won"t think so any longer after you have seen me."
"I think I shall. I cannot conceive you as looking anything but graceful, anywhere, in any position."
"I don"t think you need sneer."
"Miss Boyes."
"Mr Sanford?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You beg my pardon? What for?"
"I don"t quite know. But I feel you feel that it would be more becoming on my part. So I do so. Please will you forgive me?"
"If you have no objection I should prefer to turn back. I do not care to skate to-day."
"You need not skate. As I have already remarked, I am convinced that the ice will not bear. But we can at least continue our walk."
"I shall skate if we do go on. On that I am determined."
"You are not always so aggressive."
"Nor are you always so domineering. Though I admit that as a rule you are. At home they must find you unbearable."
"I hope not. I am sorry you find me domineering. Particularly as you are yourself so--plastic."
"I am not plastic. I don"t know what you mean. But I am sure I am nothing of the kind."
"Molly."
We had reached the stile over which you have to climb to get into the wood. He had crossed first, and I was standing on the top step--he was holding my hand in his to help me over. I did not notice that he had called me Molly.
"Yes?"
"I wish you would be pleasant to me sometimes. You don"t know what a difference it would make to me."
"What nonsense! I am perfectly convinced that, under any circ.u.mstances, nothing I could say or do could be of the slightest consequence to you."
"Couldn"t it? You try!"