"I am not too proud to wash my face in your kitchen," responded Mr.
Brant, following her with alacrity, "but I shall not be willing to stroll about your garden while you get supper. After supper, if you like, we will explore it to its mystic end down by the currant bushes I see from the window here."
He accepted the basin of water Charlotte gave him, as gracefully as she presented it, dried his face upon the little towel she handed him, and declared himself much refreshed. She did not apologize for the lack of a guest-room where he might remove the signs of dusty travel, nor did she allude to the absence within the house of most of the appliances considered necessary in these days for creature comfort. But she dismissed him to the garden with a finality against which his pleadings to be allowed to be of use to her proved of no avail, and only when, after a half-hour, she appeared in the doorway with a pail, and approached the old well nearby, did he discover a chance to show his devotion.
"If you knew what fun I should consider it to be carrying plates and things around for you in there," said he, as he drew the water for her, "you wouldn"t keep me out here. What do you imagine I came a hundred miles out of my way for--to study the possibilities of landscape gardening as applied to miniature estates like these of yours?"
"You might do much worse," she responded promptly. "I have spent not a little thought on just how much tr.i.m.m.i.n.g to give my old shrubbery and how much to leave in a wild tangle. Will you come in now and have supper? We will take it with Granny in the front room."
Mr. Brant was hungry, after his long drive, and he eyed with satisfaction the small table by the door, set out with fine old china and linen. He consumed two juicy hot chops with keen relish, accompanied as they were by well-cooked rice. A simple salad followed, and gave way to a dish of choice peaches, upon which his hostess poured plenty of rich cream. She gave him also two cups of extremely good coffee, and he rose from the repast feeling content, though the fact that he had made a heartier meal than either of the ladies had not escaped him.
By and by he had his way, and took Charlotte out to the garden. Little Madam Chase had been put to bed at what she called "early candle-light,"
because such an hour best suited her.
"Well, are you going to do me the honour of telling me all about it?" Mr.
Brant asked, as he settled himself upon the old bench by Charlotte"s side. He scanned her closely once more in the waning light.
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"Just what I ask--all about your coming here. How you get on. What it means to you. Your hopes--your fears, if you have any. I realize, better than you do, perhaps, that this is not a small venture for you to make.
I am interested--you understand how interested--to know just the situation."
His tone was that of a brother, warm and kind. She responded to it.
"I am doing as well as I could expect. Almost every day I have a sitter--sometimes two. My friends are very good; they bring me every one who will come. People seem to like the things I do--some of them."
"Almost every day you have a sitter!" he repeated. "Do you call that doing well? How long have you been here?"
"Just seven weeks. Yes, I do call that doing well. It takes time to become established, of course. Now that I have made pictures of many of the prominent people others will follow, I"m confident. You know this isn"t the portrait season--too many have cameras of their own and are taking snapshots of outdoor scenes, with themselves in the foreground."
"You don"t find yourself wishing you had stayed in the city, as I advised?"
"Not a bit. I want more experience first. I want to be able to do work I needn"t apologize for when I really begin with a city studio."
"You are doing finished work, in my opinion."
"Not in mine."
He laughed. "There is nothing weak about your will," said he.
"I hope not. I need a strong one."
"Granted, if you mean to persist in making your own way. But I live in hope that when you have demonstrated to your own satisfaction that you are perfectly competent to hew out that way for yourself, you will be willing to let some stouter pair of arms take a turn with the axe."
His tone had meaning in it, but she turned it aside.
"Could anybody take your studio away from you? Even though you don"t do it for a living, but only because you adore it, could you be induced to give it up?"
"I"m not trying to induce you to give yours up. I"ll build a separate one for you right beside mine, any time you say the word, and you shall pursue your avocation in perfect freedom. All I object to is your making the thing your vocation. I know of a better one for you."
She shook her head. "We went over all this ground--over and over it--before I came away. Why do you come out here and begin it all over again? I don"t want to talk about it."
"I came because I had to see for myself what sort of a place you were in. I had a notion that it wasn"t good enough. It isn"t. You can"t be comfortable in it, through the most of the year. Neither can Madam Chase."
"We can be perfectly comfortable." She spoke quickly and decidedly. "You know absolutely that I wouldn"t sacrifice what is dearest to me in the world for the sake of having my own way. The little house is primitive, but Granny can be made as snug in it as in any stone mansion."
"The thing may tumble down about your ears in the first high wind."
"It will not. Dr. Burns went over it thoroughly, and says it is much more substantial than it looks."
"Dr. Burns! May I ask who the gentleman is?"
"My neighbour across the street. He is devoted to Granny, and had as many fears as you could have before he tested the house."
"Is he married?"
"Certainly." It was impossible to help laughing a little at his tone, which was that of a jealous boy.
"Thank heaven for that! I"m suspicious of men who are devoted to your grandmother, charming old lady though she is. But, in spite of Dr.
Burns"s invaluable opinion, I must beg to differ with him. You can"t be comfortable in that chicken-coop through the winter."
"I don"t know," Charlotte said slowly, sitting up very straight in the twilight, and looking steadily in front of her, "that you have any right to care whether we are comfortable or not."
"No right to care? Not the right of an old friend? Charlotte, you wouldn"t deny me that? Why, child, I saw you grow up. I was your father"s trusted friend, in spite of being much younger than he. And I"m not so much older than you, after all--only fifteen years. You might at least let me play at being elder brother to you."
"I did let you play that for a long, long time. It was only when--"
She paused. He took her up.
"Only when I began to intimate that the relation wasn"t fully satisfying that you began to give me the cold shoulder. You haven"t even written to me since you"ve been here. Are you aware of that?"
She nodded. "There was nothing to write. And I"ve been very busy."
He drew in his breath, held it for a minute, and let it go again explosively.
"Charlotte," said he, presently, "it seems to me I"ve lost ground with you. I wish I knew why. You know perfectly well that I won"t bother you with my suit if you won"t listen to it,--at least, I won"t bother you with it all the time. I don"t promise to give up hope. But what I can"t bear is to have you treat me as if you wouldn"t have even my friendship any longer. It hurts to hear you say I have no right to care whether you live in a comfortable home or not."
She turned impulsively. "Then I take it back. You have a certain right, it"s true. You have been a good friend, and I owe you much. It"s because I"m foolishly sensitive about this little cottage. I can see, of course, that it looks like a poor place to a man who lives in one of the finest houses in the State of Maryland, but I can"t let that influence me. If you happened to be the sort of man who loves to go off into the woods and live in a log shack for a whole hunting-season you"d understand its charm for me. I don"t in the least mind washing my face in a tin basin. You do mind."
"Not when you offer it. But it"s not the tin basin I object to. That is--"
"It _is_ the tin basin. You don"t like to see a woman live in such a plain way. But I tell you this, Mr. Brant: she can be just as much a woman of refinement--"
"My dear girl--"
"Yes, I lost my temper for a minute," she admitted. "I shouldn"t have said that. I shouldn"t offend you by implying that you don"t know it.
What I mean is that the luxuries you consider essential are not essential. I was brought up among them. I loved them as you do. It is good for me to do without them--I am conscious of it every day. I shall be a stronger woman and a better woman if I can learn not to care."
"But you haven"t wholly learned yet." He said it with satisfaction.