"Don"t do it!" said Mary, as she saw Jorgen taking aim.
"It will be interesting to see whether or not he retreats in the exact direction of my aim--if he does, the stone will hit him on the back." As Jorgen spoke, he pretended to throw. Off rushed the dog. Then he threw, and the stone landed exactly where he had said. The dog howled.
"You see!" said Jorgen exultingly. "There are not many who can throw like that, I can tell you."
"Do you shoot equally well?"
"Certainly. What I do, Mary--it isn"t much, I know--but I do it fairly well."
This she was obliged to admit. The dog"s distant fury also confirmed the statement.
As they were taking the short cut up to the house, Jorgen began: "Do you think we should say anything to Mrs. Dawes or to your father about this?"
"About Uncle Klaus?"
"Yes. It will only distress them. Can"t we say that Uncle Klaus asked us to wait till spring?"
Mary stood still. Such a line of action was not to her mind. But Jorgen continued:
"I know Uncle Klaus better than you do. He will repent soon. He will certainly not give in to us; but he will make a proposal of his own--probably what I am asking you to say--that we should wait till spring."
Mary had already discovered how well informed Jorgen was; so she could not but allow that he was probably better able to judge than she. But she was unaccustomed to roundabout methods.
"Let me manage it," Jorgen said. "I"ll spare the old people a disappointment."
"But what am _I_ to say, then?" asked Mary.
"What is perfectly true. That Uncle Klaus was delighted to hear of our engagement; but that as times are so bad just now, we shall be obliged to wait. And this is really the case."
Mary agreed, the more willingly because she thought it considerate of Jorgen to wish to spare the old people. For this he received her best thanks--and her hand again. He kept hold of it until they reached the house, and even whilst they mounted the steps. He thought to himself: "This is the pledge of a kiss in the hall. But I"ll take ten!"
He opened the door and let Mary pa.s.s in first. Nodding brightly to him as she pa.s.sed, she made quickly for the stairs and disappeared up them.
He heard her go into her own room.
Carefully as Jorgen chose his words in communicating the result of their expedition, it was a sad disappointment to the old people. It was inexplicable to them both, but especially to Mrs. Dawes, who thought the decision arrived at cruel. Mary was to spend the long winter alone here, and Jorgen in Stockholm. They might possibly see each other for a few days at Christmas, but that would be all. Curiously enough, the old people"s disappointment reacted upon Jorgen. He sat moping like a sick bird, had nothing to say, hardly answered Mrs. Dawes when she spoke to him, and presently went off to prepare for his departure next morning.
His leave had expired, and he was going direct to Stockholm.
Mary alone was in good spirits. One would have supposed that she had no concern whatever in the matter. To her the day had, to all appearance, brought no disappointment. The triumphant mood in which she had been ever since she graciously proclaimed their engagement in her father"s room, far from having abated, was more p.r.o.nounced than ever. She went humming about the rooms and pa.s.sages, and seemed to have no end of arrangements to make, as if it were she who was about to take an important and long journey. At supper she joked and teased until Jorgen began to have an uncomfortable suspicion that she was making fun of him.
At last he said plainly that he could not understand her. He thought she ought rather to be sorry for him. She was to remain here in her own comfortable home, working for those whom she loved, whilst he----. Now he _hated_ what he was going back to, because it took him away from her!
He repented his exchange into the diplomatic service. He loathed Stockholm. He knew what an inferior position a young man occupied there who had no good introductions, and who, in addition to this, was Norwegian. He was, in short, unhappy, and grumbled freely.
"You who distinguished yourself in the confirmation cla.s.s, Jorgen, don"t you know that Jacob had to work seven whole years for Rachel?"
"And how many have I not worked for you, Mary?"
"Ah! the reason of that is that you began far too early. It"s a bad habit you have acquired--that of beginning too early."
"Was it possible to see you without...? You are unjust to yourself."
"You had other aims, Jorgen, besides winning me."
"So had that business-man, Jacob. And he had the advantage over me, that whilst working and waiting he could see Rachel as often as he liked."
"Well, well--he who has waited so many years, Jorgen, can surely wait half a year longer."
"It is easy for you to talk, you who have never waited--never for anything!"
Mary was silent.
"But that you should tease me into the bargain, Mary--I who, even when I am beside you, must exist on such meagre fare!"
"You think you have cause of complaint, Jorgen?"
"Yes, I do."
"You began far too early, remember!" And Mary laughed.
This put Jorgen out, but presently he repeated: "You don"t understand what it means to wait."
"So much I do understand, that it comes easier to those who live on meagre fare." And she laughed again.
Jorgen was both offended and perplexed. A woman who really cared for him would hardly have behaved thus on the eve of parting from him for several months, and with such poor prospects as they had of being able to marry.
They sat for a short time beside her father, and longer beside Mrs.
Dawes. Jorgen was quiet--hardly spoke. But Mary was gay. Mrs. Dawes watched them in surprise. Turning to Jorgen, she said: "Poor boy, you must come here at Christmas!" Mary answered for him: "Aunt Eva, it is just at Christmas that Stockholm is pleasantest."
Suddenly Mary rose and very unexpectedly said good-night, first to Jorgen, then to Mrs. Dawes.
"I am tired after the walk, and I must be up early to-morrow to see Jorgen off."
Jorgen felt that this sudden departure was a piece of deliberate mischief. She wished to escape saying good-night to him in the pa.s.sage.
He vowed to revenge himself. He was skilled in the art.
Mrs. Dawes asked if there were any misunderstanding between them. He said there was none. She did not believe it; he had to a.s.sure her again solemnly that he knew of none. But he could not conceal that he was out of temper; he could not even bear to sit there any longer. When he left he found the pa.s.sage, contrary to custom, dark, and had to grope his way to his own door. Not till he had lit his lamp and listened involuntarily for any sound from Mary"s room, did it occur to him that the door-handle had been made noiseless. In the morning it had creaked--very little; but it certainly had creaked. Never had he been in such a well-ordered house as this, where the very slightest thing amiss was instantly put right--even on a Sunday. He could not imagine greater happiness than to return here when everything should be satisfactorily arranged, to rest, and to live as long as he chose in the manner which his ardent desire for the pleasures of the senses pictured.
Therefore patience! He would submit to Mary"s caprices now, as he had submitted to his uncle"s before--until his time came!
He was undressing, when the door opened noiselessly, and Mary entered, in her night-dress--dazzlingly beautiful. She closed the door behind her and went forward to the lamp. "You shall not wait, Jorgen," said she, as she extinguished the light.
ALONE
Next morning she slept too long. She was awakened by singing and playing. First as in a dream and then consciously, through a rushing stream of memories, she heard Jorgen Thiis. He was at the piano, singing in the freshness of the early morning, the windows flung open, his clear, jubilant tenor wafting festal tones up to her.
In a moment she was up and dressing, afraid lest she might be too late to go down with him to the steamer. The wider awake she became with the rapid motion, the more impetuously did her thoughts rush towards him and his joyful agitation. That heartfelt, soul and sense pervading grat.i.tude and praise--she would fain enjoy it in his immediate neighbourhood. She longed to be uplifted and borne in triumph as his life"s queen! Of her sovereign grace she had bestowed on him life"s highest prize. He was rewarded now for his long sufferings!--without bargaining, without regard for established prejudices. She knew him now; she knew exactly how he would look, exactly in what manner he would make her the partaker of his happiness. Therefore her breast heaved high in expectation of the meeting--expectation of his grat.i.tude and homage.