Mr. Ponsonby had rushed up the stairs and they were sitting there. He was so tall that he hung over her when he leaned.
"It"s nothing. You ought to be able to pull up your own weight."
"You mustn"t do it from top-storey windows. It"s dangerous."
"Not if you"ve practised on the banisters first. Where"s Mark?"
"With your Mater. I say, supposing you and I go for a walk."
"We must be back at six o"clock," she said.
When you went for walks with Mark or Mr. Ponsonby they always raced you down Ley Street and over the ford at the bottom. They both gave you the same start to the Horn"s Tavern; the only difference was that with Mr.
Ponsonby you were over the ford first.
They turned at the ford into the field path that led to Drake"s Farm and the plantation. He jumped all the stiles and she vaulted them. She could see that he respected her. And so they came to the big water jump into the plantation. Mr. Ponsonby went over first and held out his arms. She hurled herself forward and he caught her. And this time, instead of putting her down instantly, he lifted her up in his arms and held her tight and kissed her. Her heart thumped violently and she had a sudden happy feeling. Neither spoke.
Humphrey Propart had kissed her once for a forfeit. And she had boxed his ears. Mr. Ponsonby"s was a different sort of kiss.
They tore through the plantation as if nothing had happened, clearing all the brooks in a business-like way. Mr. Ponsonby took brook-jumping as the serious and delightful thing it was.
Going home across the fields they held each other"s hands, like children.
"Minky," he said, "I don"t like to think of you hanging out of top-storey windows."
"But it"s so jolly to feel your body come squirming up after your arms."
"It is. It is. All the same, promise me you won"t do it any more."
"Why?"
"Because I"m going to India when I"ve pa.s.sed out, and I want to find you alive when I come back. Promise me, Minky."
"I will, if you"re really going. But you"re the only person I allow to call me Minky, except Mark."
"Am I? I"m glad I"m the only person."
They went on.
"I"m afraid," she said, "my hand is getting very hot and horrid."
He held it tighter. "I don"t care how hot and horrid it gets. And I think you might call me Jimmy."
It was long after six o"clock. She had forgotten the children and their bed-time. After that day she never played with them again.
V.
"If I were you," Mamma said, "I should put away that box of books. You"ll be no use if you read--read--read all day long."
"You oughtn"t to say that, Mamma. I _am_ of use. You know I can make the sewing-machine go when you can"t."
Mamma smiled. She knew it.
"And which would you rather took you over the crossing at the Bank? Me or Papa?"
Mamma smiled again. She knew she was safer with Mary at a crossing, because Papa teased her and frightened her before he dragged her over.
But Mary led her gently, holding back the noses of the horses.
"There"s that Locke on the human understanding," said Mamma. "Poor Jimmy was frightened when he found you reading it."
"He wasn"t. He was most awfully pleased and excited."
"He was laughing at you."
"He wasn"t. He wasn"t."
"Of course he was laughing at you. What did you think he was doing?"
"I thought he was interested."
"He wasn"t, then. Men," Mamma said, "are _not_ interested in little book-worms. He told me it was very bad for you."
Shame again. Hot, burning and scalding shame. He was only laughing at her.
"Mark doesn"t laugh at me," she said. The thought of Mark and of his love for her healed her wound.
"A precious deal," Mamma said, "you know about Mark."
Mamma was safe. Oh, she was safe. She knew that Mark loved her best.
VI.
On the cover of Pinnock"s Catechism there was a small black picture of the Parthenon. And under it was written:
"Abode of G.o.ds whose shrines no longer burn."
Supposing the candles in St. Mary"s Chapel no longer burned?
Supposing Barkingside church and Aldborough Hatch church fell to bits and there were no more clergymen? And you only read in history books about people like Mr. Batty and Mr. Propart and their surplices and the things they wore round their necks?
Supposing the Christian religion pa.s.sed away?
It excited you to think these things. But when you heard the "Magnificat"
in church, or when you thought of Christ hanging so bravely on the cross you were sorry and you stopped thinking.
What a pity you couldn"t ever go on without having to stop.
END OF BOOK TWO