"With the Leavers to vouch for us, and your own personality, I don"t imagine it would be a matter of tremendous difficulty. Even the country surgeon could get along without smashing many usages, under your tuition.
Besides, you have the acquaintance of some of the--what do they call them?--"best people," was the term, I believe, Jack used to me. It"s a curious phrase, by the way, isn"t it? Doesn"t mean at all what it says!"
"Not quite--always."
He looked at her. "Would you like to come?" he asked, bluntly.
"What about you?"
"I would rather you answered first."
"I decline to answer first. The offer is made to you, not me. You are the head of the house, the breadwinner. It is for you to decide."
"I can"t decide without reference to you."
"You needn"t. When you tell me what you want I will tell you what I want."
He was silent for a little. Then suddenly he got to his feet, walked up and down the room a few times, and came back to stand before her.
"My little wife," he said, "if I thought you would be happier--"
"I shouldn"t."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. If you wanted very much to come it would influence me, of course. But doubting that--"
"Why do you doubt it? Shouldn"t I be lacking in ambition if I failed to take advantage of such a chance? It is a chance, Ellen,--the chance of a lifetime. Jack means precisely what he says, and he could give me such a backing as would insure me a tremendous start."
"Just the same, Red, you don"t want to come!"
"No, I don"t," he owned, bluntly. "But why don"t I? Is something wrong with me?"
"Not at all. You have made a large place for yourself at home; you do all any man could do anywhere. And you are happy there. You wouldn"t be happy here, because you would have to alter your simple way of living. And if you were not happy, neither should I be. Why should we change conditions in which we are both entirely content, and in which you are accomplishing just as much benefit to humanity as you could anywhere?"
"Ah, but that"s the question. Couldn"t I accomplish more here?"
"Is human life more valuable here than there?"
"Not a whit."
"Could you save more of it?"
"I doubt it."
"We should have to leave Sunny Farm." She looked up at him with a smile.
"We should." He shook his head. "You would be sorry to do that?"
"So sorry that I can"t possibly think of it. Dear,--make your decision!"
"I will. We will stay where we are."
He gathered her close and kissed her tenderly.
"A place for everything, and everything in its place," he quoted once more. "The place for Jack and Charlotte is here--unquestionably. The place for Ellen and Red is there. I believe it. Jack"s offer didn"t shake my belief for a minute, as far as I am concerned. It did put into my mind the question whether I ought not to make the change for your sake."
"I don"t believe," she said slowly, "that a man is often called upon to leave the place where he can be most useful, on account of his wife"s tastes or preferences--providing nothing more serious is involved. And, when her tastes and preferences are on his side of the question, there can be no doubt at all. You may be at rest, Red, for I"m sure I"m happiest to live your life with you, just as it is best for you to live it. And I love my country surgeon so well I don"t want him made over into anything else. I can"t believe he"d be so satisfactory in any other shape!"
Red Pepper Burns gently released himself from his wife"s arms, walked over to the window, and stood there looking out into the thick branches of a magnolia tree, the ends of which came so close he could almost put out a hand into the night and touch them. There was suddenly upon him a deep realization of just how much her words meant. He felt unworthy of a love like that, even though he knew that all there was of him to give was wholly hers.
She stood, motionless, looking after him, her eyes touched with a lovely light, but she did not move. And, presently, when he had conquered the curious stricture which had unexpectedly attacked his throat, he turned and saw her there, an exquisite figure in the French gown which she could seldom have occasion to wear where she had chosen to live out her life with him. Both understood that the decision they had made was made for a lifetime, as such decisions are.
"I believe I could take it better," said he, somewhat unsteadily, "if you weren"t wearing that confounded dress. It makes me feel like what Jim Macauley dubbed me once--a Turk. Who am I, that I should keep you hidden away in my little old brick house?"
She turned and caught up a long gauzy scarf of white silk with heavy fringed ends. She drew it lightly about her shoulders, veiling the delicate flesh from his sight. Then she flung one end of the scarf up over her head and face, and came toward him, her dark eyes showing mistily through the drapery, her lips smiling.
"I"m not sure I don"t like being guarded by my Turk, Red," she said.
"And--about the frock." She came closer still, standing before him with downbent head, and speaking low, through the veiling, silken gauze.
"Please don"t mind about that. I"m going to leave it behind with Charlotte. I shall not care to wear it. When next May comes I hope I shall be wearing only simple frocks that--little hands can"t spoil!"
With a low e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n he tore off the scarf, seizing her head in both his hands and gently forcing her face upward that he might look into it.
For a minute his eyes questioned hers, then--
"And you"re happy about it?" he asked of her breathlessly.
"I was never so happy in my life.... O Red--are you so glad as that?"
"I think I"ve been waiting for that all my life," confessed Red Pepper Burns.
THE END
OTHER BOOKS BY GRACE S. RICHMOND
Red Pepper Burns
Strawberry Acres
Brotherly House
A Court of Inquiry
On Christmas Day in the Morning
On Christmas Day in the Evening