He took her in his arms.
"Dearest, dearest!" she murmured, looking at him with all her heart in her brown eyes.
So they stood for a little while, her mouth and body acquiescent to his embrace.
"Such a long, long time since I saw you. Nearly half an hour," he said.
"Yes." She drew away a little:
"Do you know," she said, looking about her, over his shoulder, "I have never been here since you took it as a studio."
She caught a glimpse of the picture on the easel, freed herself, and, retaining his hand in both of hers, gazed curiously at Rosalie"s portrait.
"How perfectly charming!" she said. "But, Duane, there"s a sort of exquisite impudence about what you"ve done! Did you mean to gently and disrespectfully jeer at our mincing friends, Boucher, Nattier, _et al._?"
"I knew you"d understand!" he exclaimed, delighted. "Oh, you wonderful little thing--you darling!" He caught her to him again, but she twisted away and tucked one arm under his:
"Don"t, Duane; I want to see these things. What a perfectly dear study of Miller"s kiddies! Oh, it is too lovable, too adorable! You wouldn"t sell that--would you?"
"Of course not; it"s yours, Geraldine."
After a moment she looked up at him:
"Ours?" she asked; but the smile faded once more from eyes and lips; she suffered him to lead her from canvas to canvas, approved them or remained silent, and presently turned and glanced toward the small iron bed. Manner and gaze had become distrait.
"You think this will be comfortable, Duane?" she inquired listlessly.
"Perfectly," he said.
She disengaged her hand from his, walked over to the lounge, turned, and signed for him to seat himself. Then she dropped to her knees and settled down on the rug at his feet, laying her soft cheek against his arm.
"I have some things to tell you," she said in a low voice.
"Very serious things?" he asked, smiling.
"Very."
"All right; I am listening."
"Very serious things," she repeated, gazing through the window, where green tree-tops swayed in the breezy sunlight; and she pressed her cheek closer to his arm.
"I have not been very--good," she said.
He looked at her, suppressed the smile that twitched at his mouth, and waited.
"I wish I could give myself to you as clean and sweet and untainted as--as you deserve.... I can"t; and before we go any further I must tell you----"
"Why, you blessed child," he exclaimed, half laughing, half serious.
"You are not going to confess to me, are you?"
"Duane, I"ve got to tell you everything. I couldn"t rest unless I was perfectly honest with you."
"But, dear," he said, a trifle dismayed, "such confidences are not necessary. Nor am I fit to hear your list of innocent transgressions----"
"Oh, they are not very innocent. Let me tell you; let me cleanse myself as much as I can. I don"t want to have any secrets from you, Duane. I want to go to you as guiltless as confession can make me. I want to begin clean. Let me tell you. Couldn"t you let me tell you, Duane?"
"And I, dear? Do--do you expect me to tell _you_? Do you expect me to do as you do?"
She looked up at him surprised; she had expected it. Something in his face warned her of her own ignorance.
"I don"t know very much about men, Duane. Are there things you cannot say to me?"
"One or two, dear."
"Do you mean until after we are married?"
"Not even then. There is no use in your knowing."
She had never considered that, either.
"But _ought_ I to know, Duane?"
"No," he said miserably, "you ought not."
She sat upright for a few seconds longer, gazing thoughtfully at s.p.a.ce, then pressed her pale face against his knee again in silent faith and confidence.
"Anyway, I know you will be fair to me in your own way," she said.
"There is only one way that I know how to be fair to you. Listen."
And in a shamed voice she forced herself to recite her list of sins; repeating them as she had confessed them to Kathleen. She told him everything; her silly and common imprudence with Dysart, which, she believed, had bordered the danger mark; her ign.o.ble descent to what she had always held aloof from, meaning demoralisation in regard to betting and gambling and foolish language; and last, but most shameful, her secret and perilous temporising with a habit which already was making self-denial very difficult for her. She did not spare herself; she told him everything, searching the secret recesses of her heart for some small sin in hiding, some fault, perhaps, overlooked or forgotten. All that she held unworthy in her she told this man; and the man, being an average man, listened, head bowed over her fragrant hair, adoring her, wretched in heart and soul with the heavy knowledge of all he dare not tell or forget or cleanse from him, kneeling repentant, in the sanctuary of her love and confidence.
She told him everything--sins of omission, childish depravities, made real only by the decalogue. Of indolence, selfishness, unkindness, she accused herself; strove to count the times when she had yielded to temptation.
He was reading the first human heart he had ever known--a heart still strangely untainted, amid a society where innocence was the exception, doubtful wisdom the rule, and where curiosity was seldom left very long in doubt.
His hands fell over hers as her voice ceased, but he did not speak.
She waited a little while, then, with a slight nestling movement, turned and hid her face on his knees.
"With G.o.d"s help," she whispered, "I will subdue what threatens me. But I am afraid of it! Oh, Duane, I am afraid."
He managed to steady his voice.
"What is it, darling, that seems to tempt you," he asked; "is it the taste--the effect?"
"The--effect. If I could only forget it--but I can"t help thinking about it--I suppose just because it"s forbidden--For days, sometimes, there is not the slightest desire; then something stirs it up in me, begins to annoy me; or the desire comes sometimes when I am excited or very happy, or very miserable. There seems to be some degraded instinct in me that seeks for it whenever my emotions are aroused.... I must be honest with you; I--I feel that way _now_--because, I suppose, I am a little excited."
He raised her and took her in his arms.