"I am always glad to see you, Harry--and you look so well. It has been nearly three years, hasn"t it?" Her calmness was maddening; she spoke as if she was reciting a part in which she had no personal interest.
"I don"t know--I haven"t counted--not that way. I have lain awake too many nights and suffered too much to count by years. I count by--"
She raised her hand in protest: "Don"t Harry--please don"t. All the suffering has not been yours!" The impersonal tone was gone--there was a note of agony in her voice.
His manner softened: "Don"t think I blame you, Kate. I love you too much to blame you--you did right. The suffering has only done me good--I am a different man from the one you once knew. I see life with a wider vision. I know what it is to be hungry; I know, too, what it is to earn the bread that has kept me alive. I came home to look after Uncle George. When I go back I want to take him with me. I won"t count the years nor all the suffering I have gone through if I can pay him back what I owe him. He stood by me when everybody else deserted me."
She winced a little at the thrust, as if he had touched some sore spot, sending a shiver of pain through her frame, but she did not defend herself.
"You mustn"t take him away, Harry--leave Uncle George to me," not as if she demanded it--more as if she was stating a fact.
"Why not? He will be another man out in Brazil--and he can live there like a gentleman on what he will have left--so Pawson thinks."
"Because I love him dearly--and when he is gone I have n.o.body left," she answered in a hopeless tone.
Harry hesitated, then he asked: "And so what Uncle George told me about Mr. Willits is true?"
Kate looked at him furtively--as if afraid to read his thoughts and for reply bowed her head in a.s.sent.
"Didn"t he love you enough?" There was a certain reproach in his tone, as if no one could love this woman enough to satisfy her.
"Yes."
"What was the matter then? Was it--" He stopped--his eagerness had led him onto dangerous, if not discourteous, grounds. "No, you needn"t answer--forgive me for asking--I had no right. I am not myself, Kate--I didn"t mean to--"
"Yes, I"ll tell you. I told Uncle George. I didn"t like him well enough--that"s all." All this time she was looking him calmly in the face. If she had done anything to be ashamed of she did not intend to conceal it from her former lover.
"And will Uncle George take his place now that he"s gone? Do you ever know your own heart, Kate?" There was no bitterness in his question.
Her frankness had disarmed him of that. It was more in the nature of an inquiry, as if he was probing for something on which he could build a hope.
For a brief instant she made no answer; then she said slowly and with a certain positiveness:
"If I had I would have saved myself and you a great deal of misery."
"And Langdon Willits?"
"No, he cannot complain--he does not--I promised him nothing. But I have been so beaten about, and I have tried so hard to do right; and it has all crumbled to pieces. As for you and me, Harry, let us both forget that we have ever had any differences. I can"t bear to think that whenever you come home we must avoid each other. We were friends once--let us be friends again. It was very kind of you to come. I"m glad you didn"t wait. Don"t be bitter in your heart toward me."
Harry left his chair and settled down on the sofa beside her, and in pleading, tender tones said:
"Kate--When was I ever bitter toward you in my heart? Look at me! Do you realize how I love you?--Do you know it sets me half crazy to hear you talk like that? I haven"t come here to-day to reproach you--I have come to do what I can to help you, if you want my help. I told you the last time we talked in the park that I wouldn"t stay in Kennedy Square a day longer even if you begged me to. That is over now; I"ll do now anything you wish me to do; I"ll go or I"ll stay. I love you too much to do anything else."
"No, you don"t love me!--you can"t love me! I wouldn"t let you love me after all the misery I have caused you! I didn"t know how much until I began to suffer myself and saw Mr. Willits suffer. I am not worthy of any man"s love. I will never trust myself again--I can only try to be to the men about me as Uncle George is to everyone. Oh, Harry!--Harry!--Why was I born this way--headstrong wilful--never satisfied? Why am I different from the other women?"
He tried to take her hand, but she drew it away.
"No!--not that!--not that! Let us be just as we were when--Just as we used to be. Sit over there where I can see you better and watch your face as you talk. Tell me all you have done--what you have seen and what sort of places you have been in. We heard from you through--"
He squared his shoulders and faced her, his voice ringing clear, his eyes flashing: something of the old Dutch admiral was in his face.
"Kate--I will have none of it! Don"t talk such nonsense to me; I won"t listen. If you don"t know your own heart I know mine; you"ve GOT to love me!--you MUST love me! Look at me. In all the years I have been away from you I have lived the life you would have me live--every request you ever made of me I have carried out. I did this knowing you would never be my wife and you would be Willits"s! I did it because you were my Madonna and my religion and I loved the soul of you and lived for you as men live to please the G.o.d they have never seen. There were days and nights when I never expected to see you or any one else whom I loved again--but you never failed--your light never went out in my heart.
Don"t you see now why you"ve got to love me? What was it you loved in me once that I haven"t got now? How am I different? What do I lack?
Look into my eyes--close--deep down--read my heart! Never, as G.o.d is my judge, have I done a thing since I last kissed your forehead, that you would have been ashamed of. Do you think, now that you are free, that I am going back without you? I am not that kind of a man."
She half started from her seat: "Harry!" she cried in a helpless tone--"you do not know what you are saying--you must not--"
He leaned over and took both her hands firmly in his own.
"Look at me! Tell me the truth--as you would to your G.o.d! Do you love me?"
She made an effort to withdraw her hands, then she sank back.
"I--I--don"t know--" she murmured.
"YOU DO--search again--way down in your heart. Go over every day we have lived--when we were children and played together--all that horror at Moorlands when I shot Willits--the night of Mrs. Cheston"s ball when I was drunk--all the hours I have held you in my arms, my lips to yours--All of it--every hour of it--balance one against the other. Think of your loneliness--not mine--yours--and then tell me you do not know!
You DO know! Oh, my G.o.d, Kate!--you must love me! What else would you want a man to do for you that I have not done?"
He stretched out his arms, but she sprang to her feet and put out her palms as a barrier.
"No. Let me tell you something. We must have no more misunderstandings--you must be sure--I must be sure. I have no right to take your heart in my hands again. It is I who have broken my faith with you, not you with me. I was truly your wife when I promised you here on the sofa that last time. I knew then that you would, perhaps, lose your head again, and yet I loved you so much that I could not give you up.
Then came the night of your father"s ball and all the misery, and I was a coward and shut myself up instead of keeping my arms around you and holding you up to the best that was in you, just as Uncle George begged me to do. And when your father turned against you and drove you from your home, all because you had tried to defend me from insult, I saw only the disgrace and did not see the man behind it; and then you went away and I stretched out my arms for you to come back to me and only your words echoed in my ears that you would never come back to me until you were satisfied with yourself. Then I gave up and argued it out and said it was all over--"
He had left his seat and at every sentence had tried to take her in his arms, but she kept her palms toward him.
"No, don"t touch me! You SHALL hear me out; I must empty all my heart!
I was lonely and heart-sore and driven half wild with doubts and what people said, my father worse than all of them. And Mr. Willits was kind and always at my beck and call--and so thoughtful and attentive--and I tried and tried--but I couldn"t. I always had you before me--and you haunted me day and night, and sometimes when he would come in that door I used to start, hoping it might be you."
"It IS me, my darling!" he cried, springing toward her. "I don"t want to hear any more--I must--I will--"
"But you SHALL! There IS something more. It went on and on and I got so that I did not care, and one day I thought I would give him my promise and the next day all my soul rebelled against it and it was that way until one night Mr. Horn read aloud a story--and it all came over me and I saw everything plain as if it had been on a stage, and myself and you and Mr. Willits--and what it meant--and what would come of it--and he walked home with me and I told him frankly, and I have never seen him since. And now here is the last and you must hear it out. There is not a word I have said to him which I would recall--not a thing I am ashamed of. Your lips were the last that touched my own. There, my darling, it is all told. I love you with my whole heart and soul and mind and body--I have never loved anybody else--I have tried and tried and couldn"t. I am so tired of thinking for myself,--so tired,--so tired.
Take me and do with me as you will!"
Again the plot is too strong for the dialogue. He had her fast in his arms before her confession was finished. Then the two sank on the sofa where she lay sobbing her heart out, he crooning over her--patting her cheeks, kissing away the tears from her eyelids; smoothing the strands of her hair with his strong, firm fingers. It was his Kate that lay in his grasp--close--tightly pressed--her heart beating against his, her warm, throbbing body next his own, her heart swept of every doubt and care, all her will gone.
As she grew quiet she stretched up her hand, touching his cheek as if to rea.s.sure herself that it was really her lover. Yes! It was Harry--HER Harry--Harry who was dead and is alive again--to whom she had stripped her soul naked--and who still trusted and loved her.
A little later she loosened herself from his embrace and taking his face in her small, white hands looked long and earnestly into his eyes, smoothing back the hair from his brow as she used to do; kissing him on the forehead, on each eyelid, and then on the mouth--one of their old-time caresses. Still remembering the old days, she threw back his coat and let her hands wander over his full-corded throat and chest and arms. How big and strong he had become! and how handsome he had grown--the boy merged into the man. And that other something! (and another and stronger thrill shot through her)--that other something which seemed to flow out of him;--that dominating force that betokened leadership, compelling her to follow--not the imperiousness of his father, brooking no opposition no matter at what cost, but the leadership of experience, courage, and self-reliance.
With this the sense of possession swept over her. He was all her own and for ever! A man to lean upon; a man to be proud of; one who would listen and understand: to whom she could surrender her last stronghold--her will. And the comfort of it all; the rest, the quiet, the a.s.surance of everlasting peace: she who had been so torn and buffeted and heart-sore.
For many minutes she lay still from sheer happiness, thrilled by the warmth and pressure of his strong arms. At last, when another thought could squeeze itself into her mind, she said: "Won"t Uncle George be glad, Harry?"
"Yes," he answered, releasing her just far enough to look into her eyes. "It will make him well. You made him very happy this morning. His troubles are over, I hear--he"s going to get a lot of his money back."
"Oh, I"m so glad. And will we take him with us?" she asked wonderingly, smoothing back his hair as she spoke.
"Take him where, darling?" he laughed.
"To where we are going--No, you needn"t laugh--I mean it. I don"t care where we go," and she looked at him intently. "I"ll go with you anywhere in the world you say, and I"ll start to-morrow."