"Oh, it"s all so plain! If there was a way to that Heart, one would be safe. I mean, a way that is not an emotional idea, not a subjective experience, but something practical. Some way that a Tommy could travel, as easily as anyone, and get to a real thing. And he said there was a way, and just sketched it, the Sacraments--more than ours, of course, their seven, all of them more or less, I suppose. He meant that the Sacraments were not signs of salvation, but salvation itself. Julie, I never saw the idea before. It"s colossal. It"s a thing to which one might dedicate one"s life. It"s a thing to live and die gladly for. It fills one. Don"t you think so, Julie?" He spoke exultantly.
"Peter, to be honest," said Julie, "I think you"re talking fanatical rubbish."
"Do you really, Julie? You can"t, _surely_ you can"t."
"But I do, Peter," she said sadly; "it makes no appeal to me. I can only see one great thing in life, and it"s not that. "The rest is lies," But, oh! surely that great thing might not be false too. But why do you see one thing, and I another, my dear?"
"I don"t know," said Peter, "unless--well, perhaps it"s a kind of gift, Julie, "If thou knewest the gift of G.o.d..." Not that I know, only I can just see a great wonderful vision, and it fills my sight."
"I, too," she said; "but it"s not your vision."
"What is it, then?" said he, carried away by his own ideas and hardly thinking of her.
Her voice brought him back. "Oh, Peter, don"t you know even yet?"
He took her arm very tenderly at that. "My darling," he said, "the two aren"t incompatible. Julie, don"t be sad. I love you; you know I love you. I wish we"d never gone to the place if you think I don"t, but I haven"t changed towards you a bit, Julie. I love you far, far more than anyone else. I won"t give you up, even to G.o.d!"
It was dark where they were. Julie lifted her face to him just there. He thought he had never heard her speak as she spoke now, there, in a London street, under the night sky. "Peter, my darling," she said, "my brave boy. How I love you, Peter! I know _you_ won"t give me up, Peter, and I adore you for it. Peter, h.e.l.l will be heaven with the memory of that!"
There, then, he sealed her with his kiss.
Julie stirred in his arms, but the movement did not wake him any more than the knock of the door had done. "All right," she called. "Thank you," and, leaning over, she switched on the light. It was 5.30, and necessary. In its radiance she bent over him, and none of her friends had ever seen her look as she did then. She kissed him, and he opened his eyes.
"Half-past five, Peter," she said, as gaily as she could. "You"ve got to get a move on, my dear. Two hours to dress and pack and breakfast--no, I suppose you can do that on the train. But you"ve got to get there. Oh, Lord, how it brings the war home, doesn"t it? Jump up!"
Peter sighed. "Blast the war!" he said lazily. "I shan"t move. Kiss me again, you darling, and let your hair fall over my face."
She did so, and its glossy curtain hid them. Beneath the veil she whispered; "Come, darling, for my sake. The longer you stay here now, the harder it will be."
He threw his arms round her, and then jumped out of bed yawning.
"That"s it," she said. "Now go and shave and bath while I pack for you.
Hurry up; then we"ll get more time."
While he splashed about she sought for his things, and packed for him as she never packed for herself. As she gathered them she thought of the night before, when, overwhelmed in a tempest of love, it had all been left for the morning. She filled the suit-case, but she could not fasten it.
"Come and help, Peter," she called.
He came out. She was kneeling on it in her loose kimono, her hair all about her, her nightdress open at the throat. He drank her beauty in, and then mastered himself for a minute and shut the case. "That all?" she queried.
"Yes," he said. "You get back into bed, my darling, or you"ll catch cold.
I"ll be ready in a second, and then we can have a few minutes together."
At the gla.s.s he marshalled his arguments, and then he came over to her.
He dropped by the bedside and wound his arms about her. "Julie," he whispered, "my darling, say you"ll marry me--please, _please_!"
She made no reply. He kissed her, unresisting, again and again.
"Julie," he said, "you know how I love you. You do know it. You know I"m not begging you to marry me because I"ve got something out of you, perhaps when you were carried away, and now I feel I must make reparation. My darling, it isn"t that. I love you so much that I can"t live without you. I"ll give up everything for you. I want to start a new life with you. I can"t go back to the old, anyhow; I don"t want to: it"s a sham to me now, and I hate shams--you know I do. But you"re not a sham; our love isn"t a sham. I"d die for you, Julie, my own Julie; I"d die for the least little bit of this hair of yours, I think! But I want to live for you. I want to put you right in the centre of everything, and live for you, Julie. Say "Yes," my love, my own. You must say "Yes," Why don"t you, Julie?"
And still she made no reply.
A kind of despair seized him. "Oh, Julie," he cried, "what can I say or what can I do? You"re cruel, Julie; you"re killing me! You _must_ say "Yes" before I go. We"ll meet in Havre, I know; but that will be so different. I must have my answer now. Oh, my darling, please, please, speak! You love me, Julie, don"t you?"
"Peter," said Julie slowly, "I love you so much that I hardly dare speak, lest my love should carry me away. But listen, my dear, listen. Peter, I"ve watched you these days; I"ve watched you in France. I"ve watched you from the moment when I called you over to me because I was interested and felt my fate, I suppose. I"ve watched you struggling along, Peter, and I understand why you"ve struggled. You"re built for great things, my dear--how great I can"t see and I can"t even understand. No, Peter, I can"t even understand--that"s part of the tragedy of it. Peter, I love you so that my love for you _is_ my centre, it"s my all in all, it"s my hope of salvation, Peter. Do you hear, my darling?--my love, it"s my one hope! If I can"t keep that pure and clean, Peter, I ruin both of us. I love you so, Peter, that I won"t marry you!"
He gave a little cry, but swiftly she put a hand over his mouth. She smiled at him as she did so, a daring little smile. "Be quiet, you Solomon, you," she said; "I haven"t finished. There! Now listen again, Peter: you can"t help it, but you can"t love me as I love you. I see it.
I--I hate it, I think; but I know it, and there"s an end. You, my dear, you _would put me_ in the centre, but you can"t. I can"t put _you_ out of _my_ centre, Peter. You _would_ give up G.o.d for me, Peter, but you can"t, or if you did, you"d lose us both. But I, Peter--oh, my darling, I have no G.o.d but you. And that"s why I"ll worship you, Peter, and sacrifice to you, Peter, sacrifice to your only ultimate happiness, Peter, and sacrifice my all."
He tried to speak, but he could not. The past days lay before him in a clear light at last. Her love shone on them, and shone too plainly for mistake. He tried to deny, but he couldn"t; contradict, but his heart cried the truth, and his eyes could not hide it. But he could and did vent his pa.s.sion. "d.a.m.n G.o.d! Curse Him!" he cried. "I hate Him! Why should He master me? I want you, Julie; I will have you; I will worship _you_, Julie!"
She let him speak; and, being Julie, his words only brought a more tender light into her face. "Peter," she said, "one minute. Do you remember where you first kissed me, my darling?--the first real kiss, I mean," and her eyes sparkled with fun even then. "You know--ah, I see you do! You will never forget that, will you? Perhaps you thought I didn"t notice, but I did. Neither you nor I chose it; it was Fate; perhaps it was your G.o.d, Peter. But, anyway, look at me now as you looked then. What do you see?"
He stared at her, and he saw--how clearly he saw! Her sweet back-bent head, her shining eyes, the lamp-light falling on her hair out of the night. He even heard the sea as it beat on the stones of the quay--or thought he did--and felt the whip of the wind. And behind her, dominating, arms outspread, the harbour crucifix. And she saw that he saw, and she whispered: "_Do_ you hate Him, Peter?" And he sank his head into her hands and sobbed great dry sobs.
"Ah, don"t, don"t," he heard her say--"don"t Peter! It"s not so bad as that. Your life is going to be full, my beloved, with a great and burning love; and you were right this morning, Peter, more right than you knew.
When that is there you will have place even for me--yes, even for me, the love of what you will call your sin. And I, my dear, dear boy, I have something even now which no devil, Peter, and no G.o.d can take away."
He looked up. "Then there"s a chance, Julie. You won"t say "Yes," but don"t say "No." Let us see. I shall take no vows, Julie. I haven"t an idea what I shall do, and maybe it won"t be quite as you think, and there will be a little room for you one day. Oh, say you"ll wait a while, Julie, just to see!"
It was the supreme moment. She saw no crucifix to sustain her, but she did see the b.a.s.t.a.r.d Spanish dancing-girl. And she did not hesitate. "No, Peter," she said, "I would not take that, and you never could give it. I did not mean such place as that. It never can be, Peter; you are not made for me."
And thus did Julie, who knew no G.o.d, but Julie of the brave, clean, steadfast heart, give Peter to Him.
The maid came in answer to her ring. "Will you light a fire, please?"
said Julie. "I suppose Captain Graham has gone?"
"Yes, mam, he"s gone, and he felt it terrible, I could see. But don"t you fear, mam, he"ll be kept, I know he will. You"re that good, he"ll come back to you, never fear. But it"s "ard on those they leave, ain"t it, mam?--their wives an" all."
"Yes," said Julie, and she never spoke more bravely. "But it"s got to be, hasn"t it? Would you pull the blind up? Ah, thanks; why, it"s sunny! I"m so glad. It will be good for the crossing."
"It will be that, "m. We gets the sun first up here. Shall I bring up the tea, madame?"
"I"ll ring," said Julie, "when I want it. It won"t be for a few minutes yet."
The girl went out, and the door shut behind her. Julie lay on still for a little, and then she got up. She walked to the window and looked out, and she threw her arms wide with a gesture, and shut her eyes, and let the sun fall on her. Then she walked to her little trunk, and rummaged in it.
From somewhere far down she drew out a leather case, and with it in her hand she went over and sat by the fire. She held it without moving for a minute, and then she slowly opened it. One by one she drew out a few worthless things--a withered bunch of primroses, a couple of little scribbled notes, a paper cap from a cracker, a menu card, a handkerchief of her own that she had lent to him, and that he (just like Peter) had given back. She held them all in her hand a minute, and then she bent forward and dropped them in the open fire.
And the sun rose a little higher, and fell on the tumbled brown hair that Peter had kissed and that now hid her eyes.