"To me it was the most beautiful thing I had ever dreamed of, that two people could so understand and belong to each other before a word was said. When the time came to speak, and--the thing had happened that made it impossible, I can never tell you what it meant to me. When I found you there in the North it seemed as if the last ounce had been added to the burden I was bearing. I couldn"t ask for your friendship; I couldn"t have taken it if you had given it to me. I had to have all or nothing.
Can you understand that?"
She nodded. She put up one hand and lifted the thin black veil she was wearing, and turned her face upward to the stars. They were very bright, that February night, down in South Carolina.
"But now," he went on, after a moment, "it is all plain before us.
Charlotte, am I a strangely presumptuous lover to take so much for granted? I don"t even ask if you have changed. Knowing you, that doesn"t seem possible to me. I have never wooed you, I have simply--recognized you! You belonged to me. I was sure that you so recognized me. It has been as I dreamed it would be, when I was a boy, dreaming my first dreams about such things. I have known many women--have had a few of them for my very good friends. I never cared to play at love with any one; it didn"t interest me. But when I saw you I loved you. I won"t say "fell in love;"
that"s not the phrase. I loved you. The love has grown with every day I have known you--grown even when I thought it was to be denied."
"I know," Charlotte said again, and now she was smiling through tears at the friendly stars above her.
"Yes, you know," he answered, happily. "That"s the wonderful thing to me--that you should know."
A little path wound through the park, as deserted as the street. He led her into this, and, pausing where a group of high-grown shrubs screened them from all possible pa.s.sers-by, he spoke with all the pa.s.sion he had hitherto restrained.
"Charlotte, are you my wife? Tell me so--_in this_!"
He laid one arm about her shoulders, his hand lifted her face as he stooped to meet it with his own. When he raised his head again it was to look, as she had looked, toward the stars.
"That was worth," he said tensely, "all the pain I have ever known." Then as he led her on he spoke again with an odd wistfulness.
"Dearest, I have talked about our love not needing words, and yet, I find I want to hear your voice after all. Will you tell me, in words, how it is with you? I want to hear!"
After a moment she answered him, softly, yet with a vibrant sweetness in her tone. "John Leaver, it is as you say. I have known, from the first, that I--must love you. You made me, in spite of myself. I couldn"t--couldn"t help it!"
He bent his head, with a low murmur of happiness. Then: "And I thought I could do without words!" he said.
For the first time in many days Charlotte"s lips curved suddenly into the little provoking, arch smile which was one of her greatest charms.
"I never thought I could!" she said.
He laughed. "You shall not! And now I"m going to speak some very definite words to which I want a very definite answer. Charlotte, you are--I can"t bear to remind you--as far as kinspeople go, quite alone in the world.
There is no reason why that should be true. The nearest of all relations can be yours to-morrow. Will you marry me to-morrow, before we go North?
Then we shall be quite free to stop in Baltimore or to go on as you prefer. I can go with you, at once, to close up the little house, if you wish. Is there any reason why we should stay apart a day longer?"
"I don"t know of any that would appeal to you. But there is one."
"May I know it?"
She hesitated. "I"m--very shabby," she said, reluctantly; "much shabbier than you can guess."
"We"ll go by the way of New York, and you can buy all you need. That"s an objection which turns into an argument for the other side, for I want very much to see a certain old friend in New York, who was out of town when I landed last week. I can do it while you shop. Doesn"t that convince you?"
"I can let it--if you really think it is best to be in such haste."
"Why not? Why should we waste another day apart that we could spend together? At its longest life is too short for love."
"Yes," she murmured.
"I"m thankful, very thankful, that you are too womanly to insist on any prolonging of what has certainly been separation enough. I felt that you wouldn"t. Oh, all through, it has been your womanliness I have counted on, dear,--an inexhaustible, rich mine of sense and sweetness."
"You rate me too high," Charlotte protested, softly. "I"m only a working-woman, now, you know. All the old traditions of the family have been set aside by me."
"You have lived up to their traditions of n.o.bility understood in just a little different way. It is these years of effort which have made you what you are. If I had known you in the days before trouble came to you I might have admired your beauty, but I shouldn"t have loved your soul."
"Then"--she looked up into his face--"I"m glad for everything I"ve suffered."
The sunlight was pouring in again, next morning, when Charlotte awoke.
She lay, for a little, looking out into the treetops, holding the coming day against her heart.
"I can"t believe it; oh, I can"t believe it," she whispered to herself.
"A week ago so heavy and forlorn and poor--to-day, in spite of losing Granny, so rich, rich. I"m to be--his wife--this day--his wife! O G.o.d!
make me fit for him; make me fit to take his love!"
When she went downstairs she found him waiting at the foot, looking up at her with his heart in his eyes, though his manner was as quiet and composed as ever. At his side stood Martha Macauley, excited and eager.
The moment that Leaver"s hand had released Charlotte"s Martha had her in her arms.
"You dear girl!" she cried. "Of all the romantic things I ever heard of!
I"m so upset I don"t know what to do or say, except that I think you"re doing just exactly right. It"s as Dr. Leaver says; there isn"t a thing in the way. Why shouldn"t you go back together? Only I wish Ellen and Red were here; they"re certain to feel cheated."
"We"ll try to make it up to them," Leaver said, smiling.
"It"s all right," declared James Macauley, joining them. "I like the idea of getting these things over quietly, without any fuss over trunkfuls of clothes. If a lady always looks like a picture, whatever she wears, why should she need fairly to jump out of her frame because she"s getting married?"
Upstairs, a little later, Martha, coming in upon Charlotte, as she bent over a tiny trunk, put a solicitous question:
"My dear, if there"s anything in the world I can lend you, will you let me do it? I have a few quite pretty things with me, and I"d love to give them to you."
Lifting a flushed, smiling face Charlotte answered: "That"s dear of you, but I think I have enough--of the things that really matter. I"ve only this one travelling dress, but as we shall go straight to New York I can soon have the frock or two I need. It"s so fortunate I brought a trunk at all. When I came away I was so uncertain just what would happen next, or how long I might want to stop on the way back, that I put in all the white things I had there."
"And beautiful white things they are, too, if that is a sample," said Martha, noting with feminine interest a dainty garment in Charlotte"s hands. "You"re lucky to have them."
"My mother left stores and stores of such things, and I"ve been making them into modern ones ever since. They are my one luxury," and Charlotte laid the delicate article of embroidered linen and lace in its place with a loving little pat, as if she were touching the mother to whom it had belonged. "Otherwise I"m pretty shabby. Yet, I can"t seem to mind much."
"You don"t look shabby. You look much trimmer and prettier in that suit and hat than I in mine, though mine were new this fall. If you knew how I envy you that look you would be quite satisfied with your old clothes,"
said Martha, generously. "And as for the husband you are getting--well--I suppose you know you"re in the greatest sort of good fortune. All the way down here I"ve been watching him--Jim says I haven"t done anything else--and I certainly never saw a man who seemed so always to know how and when to do the right thing. If ever there was a gentleman, born and bred, Dr. Leaver is certainly that one. And he"s a man, too--a splendid one."
"I"m so glad you recognize that," said Charlotte, a joyous ring in her voice.
Ten o"clock, the hour set for the marriage, came on flying feet. Before Charlotte could fairly realize it she was walking down the street of the small Southern village to the little old church which Mrs. Rodney Rutherford Chase had attended as a girl. The old rector who met them there had been a life-long friend of the Chase family. Then, in a sort of strange dream, Charlotte found herself standing by John Leaver"s side, listening to the familiar yet quite new and strange words of the marriage service. She heard his voice, gravely repeating the solemn vows, her own, following them with the vows which correspond, then the old rector"s deep tones announcing that they two were one in the sight of G.o.d and man.
She felt her husband"s kiss upon her lips, and, turning, lifted her tear-wet, shining eyes to his. At that moment they two might have been alone in the world for all their consciousness of any other presence.
CHAPTER XVIII