"Perhaps Mark hasn"t got to provide for his mother and his sisters. I had. And I had to go into a disgusting business to do it."
"Oh-h--"
He was beautiful inside. He did beautiful things. She was charmed, suddenly, by his inner, his immaterial beauty. She thought: "He must be ever so old."
"But it"s made them love you awfully, hasn"t it?" she said.
His shoulders and eyebrows lifted; he made a queer movement with his hands, palms outwards. He stood still in the path, turned to her, straight and tall. He looked down at her; his lips jerked; the hard, sharp smile bared narrow teeth.
"The more you do for people the less they love you," he said.
"Your people must be very funny."
"No. No. They"re simply pious, orthodox Christians, and I don"t believe in Christianity. I"m an atheist. I don"t believe their G.o.d exists. I hope he doesn"t. They wouldn"t mind so much if I were a villain, too, but it"s awkward for them when they find an infidel practising any of the Christian virtues. My eldest sister, Ruth, would tell you that I _am_ a villain."
"She doesn"t really think it."
"Doesn"t she! My dear child, she"s got to think it, or give up her belief."
She could see the gable end of Five Elms now. It would soon be over. When they got to the garden gate.
It _was_ over.
"I suppose," he said, "I must shut the prison door."
They looked at each other through the bars and laughed.
"When shall I see you again?" he said.
II.
She had seen him again. She could count the times on the fingers of one hand. Once, when he came to dinner with Dr. and Mrs. Draper; once at Sunday supper with the Drapers after Church; once on a Sat.u.r.day when Mrs.
Draper asked her to tea again; and once when he called to take her for a walk in the fields.
Mamma had lifted her eyebrows and Mrs. Draper said, "Nonsense. He"s old enough to be her father."
The green corn stood above her ankles then. This was the fifth time. The corn rose to her waist. The ears were whitening.
"You"re the only person besides Mark who listens. There was Jimmy. But that was different. He didn"t know things. He"s a darling, but he doesn"t know things."
"Who is Jimmy?"
"Mark"s friend and mine."
"_Where_ is he?"
"In Australia. He can"t ever come back, so I shall never see him again."
"I"m glad to hear it."
A sudden, dreadful doubt. She turned to him in the narrow path.
"You aren"t laughing at me, are you? You don"t think I"m shamming and showing off?"
"I? I? Laughing at you? My poor child--No--"
"They don"t understand that you can really love words--beautiful sounds.
And thoughts. Love them awfully, as if they were alive. As if they were people."
"They are alive. They"re better than people. You know the best of your Sh.e.l.ley and Plato and Spinoza. Instead of the worst."
"I should have liked to have known them, too. Sometimes I pretend that I do know them. That they"re alive. That they"re here. Saying things and listening. They"re kind. They never misunderstand. They never lose their tempers."
"You mustn"t do that," he said sharply.
"Why not?"
"It isn"t good for you. Talk to me. I"m alive. I"m here, I"ll listen.
I"ll never misunderstand. I"ll never lose my temper."
"You aren"t always here."
He smiled, secretly, with straight lips, under the funny, frizzy, French moustache. And when he spoke again he looked old and wise, like an uncle.
"Wait," he said. "Wait a bit. Wait three years."
"Three years?" she said. "Three years before we can go for another walk?"
He shouted laughter and drew it back with a groan.
She couldn"t tell him that she pretended he was there when he was not there; that she created situations.
He was ill, and she nursed him. She could feel the weight of his head against her arm, and his forehead--hot--hot under her hand. She had felt her hands to see whether they would be nice enough to put on Mr.
Jourdain"s forehead. They were rather nice; cool and smooth; the palms brushed together with a soft, swishing sound like fine silk.
He was poor and she worked for him.
He was in danger and she saved him. From a runaway horse; from a furious dog; from a burning house; from a lunatic with a revolver.
It made her sad to think how unlikely it was that any of these things would ever happen.
III.
"Mr. Jourdain, I am going to school."
The corn was reaped and carried. The five elms stood high above the shallow stubble.