"Amelia, how can you ask? You know my feelings; I have never tried to conceal them from you, my cherished friend. I cannot marry the man I love; but I will never be the bride of another."
"You are wrong," I said forcefully. "Walter loves you. I know it; you must know it. You are being grossly unjust to him, not to give him the chance- "
"To know my shame shame- my folly? Never fear, Amelia; if he should ask me to marry him, I will tell him the truth."
"And why do you a.s.sume he will recoil? Oh, I agree; you must be candid, he would hear the story sooner or later, and he would have cause for resentment at hearing it from another than yourself. But he is a splendid lad, Evelyn; I like him more with every day that pa.s.ses. He would not- "
"He is a man," said Evelyn, in a tone of weary wisdom that would have made me laugh, had I not been so distressed for her. "What man could forget or forgive such a thing in his wife?"
"Bah," I said.
"If I had anything to offer him," Evelyn went on pa.s.sionately. "The fortune I once despised would be a G.o.dsend to him and his brother. If only- "
"You don"t suppose that splendid boy would refuse you for your misstep and forgive you for a fortune, do you?" I demanded indignantly.
Evelyn"s eyes narrowed.
"Amelia, why do you speak as if you were a hundred years old? Walter is only a few years younger than you, and you are still in your prime. In the last week you seem to have drunk from the fountain of youth; you are looking younger and more attractive every day."
I stared at her in astonishment.
"Come, now, Evelyn, don"t let your fondness for me destroy your aesthetic sense. I have been scoured by windblown sand, dried out and burned by the sun, and I have ruined every decent dress I own. Forget me, and let us settle your problem once and for all. If you would only listen to me- "
"I honor and love you," she interrupted, in a low voice. "But in this matter I cannot follow anything but my own conscience."
"But it is such a waste," I lamented "You love this life. Your seeming fragility conceals a will of iron; you could be a helpmate as well as a wife to Walter."
"You are the one who loves this life," Evelyn said, watching me curiously. "What an archaeologist you would make, Amelia!"
"Hmmm," I said. "That is true. It is most unfortunate that I was not born a man. Emerson would accept me men as a colleague; my money would support his work; what a splendid time we would have, working and quarreling together. Oh, it is a pity that I am a woman. Emerson would agree."
"I am not so sure," said Evelyn. There was a faint smile on her lips.
"You are distracting me again," I complained. "You cannot avoid the issue, Evelyn. Suppose I were to finance-"
"No, Amelia," Evelyn said. I knew that gentle tone. It was as final as Emerson"s growl.
"Then accept Lucas"s offer. No, no, I mean his offer of money. Half of your grandfather"s fortune is yours, morally. If you really believe Walter would accept- "
"Amelia, that is not worthy of you. Could I accept Lucas"s generosity and use it to buy the affection of Lucas"s rival?"
"You put things in such a cold-blooded way," I muttered. "It is the honest way." Evelyn"s animation had faded; she was pale and sad. "No, Amelia. I cannot- will not- marry Lucas, nor will I accept a penny from him. Are you so anxious to rid yourself of me? I had dared to let myself envision a life together.... Growing old with you, winding wool and keeping cats and tending a garden somewhere in the country. We could be content, could we not? Oh, Amelia, don"t cry! I have never seen you weep; don"t do it on my account...."
She threw her arms around me and we clung together, both sobbing violently. I did not often cry, it is true; I don"t know why I was crying then, but I found it soothing to do so. So I let myself go, wallowing in the luxuriance of openly expressed emotion, and Evelyn made me cry even harder by the fond expressions she choked out. "I do love you, Amelia; you are dearer to me than any sister. Your kindness, your sense of humor, your saintly temper..."
The last phrase appealed too strongly to the sense of humor she had just mentioned; I stopped crying and began to laugh feebly.
"Dearest Evelyn, I have a temper like a fiend"s, and the disposition of a balky mule. How beautiful is friendship, that it blinds one to the friend"s true nature! Well, child, don"t cry anymore; I know why you weep, and it is not because of my saintly nature. I suppose the Almighty will order our lives as He sees fit, and there is no reason for us to worry. I have not altogether decided to accept His decrees; but whatever happens, you and I will not part until I can give you up to a man who deserves you. Here, wipe your eyes, and then give me the handkerchief so I can wipe mine. I did not expect to need more than one handkerchief this evening.
We mopped our wet faces and went on with our dressing. Evelyn had one more comment to make.
"You speak as if I would be the one to leave you. Will you keep me on, Amelia, to wind wool and wash lapdogs, after you are married?"
"That is the most ridiculous remark you have made as yet," I said. "And many of your remarks have been extremely silly."
8.
WHEN WE came out of the tomb, wearing fresh garments and rather red eyes, we found the men a.s.sembled. Lucas had brought enough articles to stock a shop; there were flowers on the table, and a glittering array of silverware and crystal. The look on Emerson"s face as he contemplated the elegantly set table was almost enough to compensate for the absurdity of the business.
Lucas was attired in a fresh suit, spotless and expensively tailored. He sprang to his feet when we appeared and held a chair for Evelyn. Walter held one for me. Lucas offered us sherry. He behaved as if he were the host. Emerson, who was now staring at the toes of his deplorable boots, said nothing. His arm was still strapped to his side, and I concluded that he felt too ill to be as objectionable as he usually was.
"Such elegance," I commented, as Lucas handed me a delicate goblet. "We are not accustomed to luxury here, your lordship."
"I see no reason for depriving oneself of the amenities," Lucas replied, smiling. "If ascetisism is necessary, I venture to say that you will find me ready to accept the most stringent measures; but while Amontillado and crystal are available, I will make use of them."
He lifted his own gla.s.s in a mock salute. It did not contain Amontillado, although the liquid was almost as dark a shade of amber. My father never drank spirits, but my brothers were not so abstentious. I looked critically at the gla.s.s, and remarked, "Do you think it wise to imbibe? We must be on the qui vive qui vive tonight. Or have you abandoned your intention of lying in wait for our visitor?" tonight. Or have you abandoned your intention of lying in wait for our visitor?"
"Not at all! I have a strong head, Miss Amelia, and a little whiskey only makes my senses more acute."
"That is the common delusion of the drinker," said Walter, His tone was offensive. Lucas smiled at him.
"We are appreciative of your luxuries, Lucas," Evelyn said. "But they really are not necessary. How heavily laden your dahabeeyah must be!"
"It would have been more heavily laden if I had had my way," Lucas replied. "Your boxes have arrived in Cairo, Evelyn. I intended to bring them along; but that old curmudgeon, Baring, refused to hand them over."
"Indeed?" I said. "He was an acquaintance of my father"s."
"I am well aware of that. You should be complimented, Miss Amelia, that the new master of Egypt has taken the trouble to look after your affairs personally. The boxes were sent to you, since it was your address the Roman consul had for Evelyn. Baring took charge of them in Cairo and guards them like the dictator he is. I explained my relationship to Evelyn, but he was an adamant."
"Perhaps your reputation has preceded you," I said mildly.
It was impossible to offend Lucas. He laughed heartily.
"Oh, it has. I went to university with a young relative of Baring"s. I am afraid certain- er- escapades reached the distinguished gentleman"s ears."
"It does not matter," Evelyn said. "I am grateful for your efforts, Lucas, but I need nothing more than I have."
"You need nothing except yourself," Lucas said warmly. "That is treasure enough. But your needs and your desserts are two different things. One day, Evelyn, you will be persuaded to accept what you deserve; although all the treasure houses of the pharaohs could not hold its real value."
Evelyn flushed and was silent; she was too gentle to reproach him for his remarks, which were, to say the least, out of place at that time and in that company. I felt quite exasperated with the girl; could she not see that her response to Lucas"s florid compliments only inflamed poor Walter"s jealousy? With a lover"s excessive sensibility he misinterpreted every blush, every glance.
Emerson removed his gaze from the toes of his boots and glowered at me. "Are we to sit here all evening exchanging compliments? No doubt you have planned the evening"s entertainment, Peabody; enlighten us as to what we must do."
"I had not given the matter much thought."
"Really? And why not?"