"Do you know," he said, as I stood before him, "that you have been guilty of a very impertinent action--imposed upon me, as Kate says?"
"Don"t be too strict, Cornelius," put in Kate, "she meant well."
"I have nothing to do with that: it was an impertinence; consequently, instead of the week"s holiday I meant to give her, she shall resume her studies this very evening, and, lest you should prove too lenient, Kate, I shall take care to examine her myself."
I looked at him eagerly; he was smiling. I understood what the punishment meant, and drawing nearer, I stooped to embrace him.
"There never was such a girl!" he said, pretending to avert his face; "she knows how vexed I am with her, and yet--you see it--she insists on kissing me."
"Foolish fellow, foolish fellow!" muttered Kate.
I liked study, and I loved my dear master. I went and fetched a heap of books, which I brought to him, breathlessly asking what I was to learn: he had only to speak, I was ready; I was in a mood not to be frightened at the severe face of Algebra herself. He replied, that we should first see where I had left off with him, and how I had got on since then. The examination was tedious, but Cornelius warmly declared that it did me great credit, and that few girls of my age knew so well what they did know. He appointed my tasks for the next day, then rose to go and smoke a cigar in the garden, which, seen through the back-parlour window, looked cool and grey in evening dusk.
"Did you post your letter?" suddenly asked Kate.
Cornelius looked startled and dismayed; it was plain he had forgotten all about it.
"What will she think?" he exclaimed, reddening: "it was the drawing did it. How provoking!"
He took two or three turns around the room, then observed cheerfully--
"She will understand and excuse it when I explain the case--eh, Kate?"
"Humph!" was her doubtful reply.
"Yes she will," he confidently rejoined, and went out to smoke his cigar.
I suppose the letter was duly posted on the following day. Cornelius went out early and did not return until evening. He had been disappointed in obtaining the work he hoped for; he had lost his day in looking for it, and came home in all the heat of his indignation.
"I give it up!" he exclaimed a little pa.s.sionately, after relating his disappointment to Kate; "and Mr. Redmond too, the Laban father of an unsightly Leah, without even the prospect of a Rachel after the seven years" bondage. Better live on bread and water than on the money which costs so dear. There is no sweetness in that labour--I hate it--and Miriam may say what she likes, there is no life like an artist"s!"
"What does she say?" asked Kate, laying down her work, and looking up at him.
"Not much, but I can see she thinks like you. I do not blame her or you.
What have I done to justify confidence? Only a foolish little thing, like Daisy, could take me at my word, and have any faith in me."
"What other profession does she wish you to follow?" inquired Kate.
"None; but she thinks me too enthusiastic."
"A man can"t be too enthusiastic about his profession," warmly responded Kate.
"Indeed then you never said a truer thing."
"If you think it is your vocation to paint pictures, paint pictures with all your might."
"Won"t I, that"s all?" he replied, throwing back his head, and looking as if, in vulgar parlance, he longed to be at it.
"Ay, but the means?" emphatically said Kate.
"Have I not got money?"
"Which was to set up Hymen: well, no matter, it is not much, and cannot last for ever. What will you do when it is out?"
"Borrow from you, Kitty," he replied, laying his hand on her shoulder with a smile; "won"t you lend to me?"
"Not a shilling," she answered, looking him full in the face, "unless you give me your word of honour not to go back to Laban and Leah."
""Faith, she is not such a beauty that I cannot keep the vow of inconstancy to her," he said, rather saucily, "you have my word, Kate.
Well, what do you look so grave about?"
"I am thinking, Cornelius, that I am meddling as I never meant to meddle; that I am perhaps aiding to delay your marriage."
Her look was bent attentively on his face.
"Not a bit," he promptly replied; "I consider every picture I paint as a step taken to the altar. Besides," he philosophically added, "I was only twenty-three the other day. There is no time lost."
"They are all alike," indignantly said Kate: "two weeks ago you were half mad because your marriage was delayed, now you talk of there being no time lost."
"Since I am to wait," coolly replied Cornelius, "I confess the more or less does not make so great a difference. I was rather indignant at first, but since then I have thanked Miriam."
"You have?" said Kate.
"Indeed I have. It would have spoiled my prospects, and though she did not say so, that I am sure was her reason for disappointing me. She shall not again complain of my unreasonable impatience. I am quite resolved not to think of Hymen until, love apart, a woman may take some pride in me."
"They are all alike, all alike," again said Kate; "love for a bit, ambition for life."
Cornelius laughed.
"Miriam would despise me," he observed, "if I could sit down in idleness.
Besides, love is a feeling, not a task: it may pervade a lifetime; I defy it to fill an entire day without something of weariness creeping in.
There is nothing like work in this world,--nothing, Kate."
"When do you mean to begin?"
"To-morrow, of course."
"What becomes of your letter?"
"I shall write it this evening. And now, Daisy," he added, turning to me, "let us see how you have studied."
I brought my books, and the lessons filled--how pleasantly for me!--the greater part of the evening, which Cornelius closed, as he said, by writing his letter. I was scarcely dressed on the following morning, when his voice summoned me from above. I ran up hastily; he was standing on the landing, at the door of the studio, evidently waiting for me, and evidently too in one of his impatient fits.
"Loiterer!" was his greeting, "after such a sleep as you had yesterday, could you not get up earlier?--two hours of broad daylight actually gone!"
"Did I know you wanted me, Cornelius?"
"Did I know it myself? Now come in--look here--give me your opinion, your candid opinion."