"Not in matters of principle and honest conviction."
"Alas! if one has not very much of either!"
"It is a very great misfortune, and, I suppose I ought to add, fault."
"I have no doubt it is a misfortune, Miss Walton, but you are not reading."
"Well, make your choice."
"I leave it entirely to you."
"You don"t look very well to-day. I will select something light and cheerful from d.i.c.kens."
"Excuse me, please. I am in no mood for his deliberate purpose to make one laugh."
"Then here is Irving. His style flows like a meadowbrook."
"No, he is too sentimental."
"Walter Scott, then, will form a happy medium."
"No, he wearies one with explanations and history."
"Some of Tennyson"s dainty idylls will suit your fastidious taste."
"I couldn"t abide his affected, stilted language to-day."
"Shakespeare, then; you regard him as perfect."
"No, he makes me think, and I do not wish to."
"Well, here are newspapers, the latest magazine, and some new novels."
"Modern rubbish--a mushroom growth. They will soon kindle kitchen fires instead of thought."
"Then I must make an expedition to the library. What shall I bring?
There is Mosheim"s "Ecclesiastical Ancient History"; that has a solid, venerable sound. Or, if you prefer poetry, I will get Gray"s "Elegy."
That cannot be a literary mushroom, for he was twenty years writing it.
But perhaps it is Tupper you would like. That would suit your mood exactly, Tupper"s "Proverbial Philosophy.""
"You are growing satirical, Miss Walton. Why don"t you a.s.sert plainly that I am as full of whims as a--"
"Woman, would you like to say?"
"Present company excepted. The fact is, I am two-thirds ill to-day, and the most faultless style and theme in our language would weary me. I am possessed by the evil spirits of ennui, unrest, and disgust at myself and all the world, present company always excepted. Do you know of any spell that can exorcise these demons?"
"Yes, a very simple one. Will you put yourself absolutely in my power and obey?"
"I am your slave."
Miss Walton left the room and soon returned with a large afghan. "You must take a horizontal position in order that my spell may work."
"Pshaw! you are prescribing an ordinary nap."
"I am glad to say the best things in this world are ordinary. But permit me to suggest that in view of your pledged word you have nothing to do in this matter but to obey."
"Very well;" and he threw himself on the sofa.
"The day is chilly, sir, and I must throw this afghan over you;" and she did so with a little touch of delicacy which is so grateful when one is indisposed.
Her manner both soothed and pleased him.
He was more lonely than he realized, for it had been years since he had experienced woman"s gentle care and ministry; and Annie Walton had a power possessed by few to put jangling nerves at rest. Suddenly he said, "I wish I had a sister like you."
"My creed, you know," she replied, "makes all mankind kindred."
"Nonsense!" said Gregory, irritably; "deliver me from your church sisters."
"Take care!" she answered, with a warning nod, "I"m a church sister; so don"t drive me away, for I am going to sing you to sleep."
"I"m half inclined to join your church that I may call you sister."
"You would be disciplined and excommunicated within a month. But hush; you must not talk."
"How would you treat me after I had been anathematized?"
"If you were as ill as you are to-day I would make you sleep. Hush; not another word. I am going to sing."
A luxurious sense of comfort stole over him, and he composed himself to listen and criticise, little imagining, though, that he would fall asleep. He saw through the window a lowering sky with leaden clouds driven wildly across it. The wind moaned and soughed around the angles of the house, and the rain beat against the gla.s.s. All without seemed emblematic of himself. But now he had a brief but blessed sense of shelter from both the storm and himself. The fire blazed cheerily on the hearth. The afghan seemed to envelop him like a genial atmosphere.
Had Miss Walton bewitched it by her touch? And now she has found something to suit her, or rather him, and is singing.
"What an unusual voice she has!" he thought "Truly the spirit of David"s harp, that could banish the demon from Saul, dwells in it. I wonder if she is as good and real as she seems, or whether, under the stress of temptation or the poison of flattery, she would not show herself a true daughter of Eve? I must find out, for it is about the only remaining question that interests me. If she is like the rest of us--if she is a female Hunting--then good-by to all hope. I shall not live to find anybody or anything to trust. If she is what she seems, it"s barely possible that she might help me out of this horrible "slough of despond," if she would take the trouble. I wish that she were my sister, or that my sister had lived and had been just like her."
CHAPTER IX
MISS WALTON RECOMMENDS A HOBBY
To Gregory"s surprise he waked and then admitted to himself that, contrary to his expectation and purpose, he had been asleep. His last remembered consciousness was that of sweet, low music; and how long ago was that? He looked at his watch; it was nearly two, and he must have slept several hours. He glanced around and saw that he was alone, but the fire still blazed on the hearth, and the afghan infolded him with its genial warmth as before, and it seemed that although by himself he was still cared for.
"She is a witch," he muttered. "Her spells are no jokes. But I will investigate her case like an old-time Salem inquisitor. With more than Yankee curiosity, which was at the bottom of their superst.i.tious questionings, I will pry into her power. But she will find that she has a wary sceptic to convince. I have seen too many saints and sinners to be again deceived by fair seeming."
A broad ray of sunlight shot across the room. "By my soul! it"s clearing off. Is this her work also? Has she swept away the clouds with her broomstick? And there goes the dinner-bell, too;" and he went to his room two steps at a time, as he had done when a boy.