Whether the doctors were right when they talked of the renewed desire to live producing fresh vitality, or whether the wise man knew best after all when he said that love is stronger than death, who can say? Anyway, the fact remained that Christopher responded--as he had ever responded--to Elisabeth"s cry for help, and came back from the very gates of the grave at her bidding. He had never failed her yet, and he did not fail her now.
The days of his recovery were wonderful days to Elisabeth. It was so strange and new to her to be doing another person"s will, and thinking another person"s thoughts, and seeing life through another person"s eyes; it completely altered the perspective of everything. And there was nothing strained about it, which was a good thing, as Elisabeth was too light-hearted to stand any strain for long; the old comradeship still existed between them, giving breadth to a love which the new relationship had made so deep.
And it was very wonderful to Christopher, also, to find himself in the sunshine at last after so many years of shadowland. At first the light almost dazzled him, he was so unaccustomed to it; but as he gradually became used to the new feeling of being happy, his nature responded to the atmosphere of warmth and brightness, and opened as a flower in the sun. As it was strange to Elisabeth to find herself living and moving and having her being in another"s personality, so it was strange to Christopher to find another"s personality merged in his. He had lived so entirely for other people that it was a great change to find another person living entirely for him; and it was a change that was wholly beneficial. As his nature deepened Elisabeth"s, so her nature expanded his; and each was the better for the influence of the other, as each was the complement of the other. So after a time Christopher grew almost as light-hearted as Elisabeth, while Elisabeth grew almost as tender-hearted as Christopher. For both of them the former things had pa.s.sed away, and all things were made new.
It was beautiful weather, too, which helped to increase their happiness; that still, full, green weather, which sometimes comes in the late summer, satisfying men"s souls with its peaceful perfectness; when the year is too old to be disturbed by the restless hope of spring, too young to be depressed by the chilling dread of autumn, and so just touches the fringe of that eternity which has no end neither any beginning. The fine weather hastened Christopher"s recovery; and, as he gained strength, he and Elisabeth spent much time in the old garden, looking toward the Welsh mountains.
"So we have come to the country on the other side of the hills at last," she said to him, as they were watching one of the wonderful Mershire sunsets and drinking in its beauty. "I always knew it was there, but sometimes I gave up all hope of ever finding it for myself."
Christopher took her hand and began playing with the capable artist-fingers. "And is it as nice a country as you expected, sweetheart?"
"As nice as I expected? I should just think it is. I knew that in the country over the hills I should find all the beautiful things I had imagined as a child and all the lovely things I had longed for as a woman; and that, if only I could reach it, all the fairy-tales would come true. But now that I have reached it, I find that the fairy-tales fell far short of the reality, and that it is a million times nicer than I ever imagined anything could be."
"Darling, I am glad you are so happy. But it beats me how such a stupid fellow as I am can make you so."
"Well, you do, and that"s all that matters. n.o.body can tell how they do things; they only know that they can do them. I don"t know how I can paint pictures any more than you know how you can turn smoky ironworks into the country over the hills. But we can, and do; which shows what clever people we are, in spite of ourselves."
"I think the cleverness lies with you in both cases--in your wonderful powers of imagination, my dear."
"Do you? Then that shows how little you know about it."
Christopher put his arm round her. "I always was stupid, you know; you have told me so with considerable frequency."
"Oh! so you were; but you were never worse than stupid."
"That"s a good thing; for stupidity is a misfortune rather than a fault."
"Now I was worse than stupid--much worse," continued Elisabeth gravely; "but I never was actually stupid."
"Weren"t you? Don"t be too sure of that. I don"t wish to hurt your feelings, sweetheart, or to make envious rents in your panoply of wisdom; but, do you know, you struck me now and again as being a shade--we will not say stupid, but dense?"
"When I thought you didn"t like me because you went to Australia, you mean?"
"That was one of the occasions when your ac.u.men seemed to be slightly at fault. And there were others."
Elisabeth looked thoughtful. "I really did think you didn"t like me then."
"Denseness, my dear Elisabeth--distinct denseness. It would be gross flattery to call it by any other name."
"But you never told me you liked me."
"If I had, and you had then thought I did not, you would have been suffering from deafness, not denseness. You are confusing terms."
"Well, then, I"ll give in and say I was dense. But I was worse than that: I was positively horrid as well."
"Not horrid, Betty; you couldn"t be horrid if you tried. Perhaps you were a little hard on me; but it"s all over and done with now, and you needn"t bother yourself any more about it."
"But I ought to bother about it if I intend to make a trustworthy step-ladder out of my dead selves to upper storeys."
"A trustworthy fire-escape, you mean; but I won"t have it. You sha"n"t have any dead selves, my dear, because I shall insist on keeping them all alive by artificial respiration, or restoration from drowning, or something of that kind. Not one of them shall die with my permission; remember that. I"m much too fond of them."
"You silly boy! You"ll never train me and discipline me properly if you go on in this way."
"Hang it all, Betty! Who wants to train and discipline you? Certainly not I. I am wise enough to let well--or rather perfection--alone."
Elisabeth nestled up to Christopher. "But I"m not perfection, Chris; you know that as well as I do."
"Probably I shouldn"t love you so much if you were; so please don"t reform, dear."
"And you like me just as I am?"
"Precisely. I should break my heart if you became in any way different from what you are now."
"But you mustn"t break your heart; it belongs to me, and I won"t have you smashing up my property."
"I gave it to you, it is true; but the copyright is still mine. The copyright of letters that I wrote to you is mine; and I believe the law of copyright is the same with regard to hearts as to letters."
"Well, anyhow, I"ve written my name all over it."
"I know you have; and it was very untidy of you, my dearest. Once would have been enough to show that it belonged to you; but you weren"t content with that: you scribbled all over every available s.p.a.ce, until there was no room left even for advertis.e.m.e.nts; and now n.o.body else will ever be able to write another name upon it as long as I live."
"I"m glad of that; I wouldn"t have anybody else"s name upon it for anything. And I"m glad that you like me just as I am, and don"t want me to be different."
"Heaven forbid!"
"But still I was horrid to you once, Chris, however you may try to gloss it over. My dear, my dear, I don"t know how I ever could have been unkind to you; but I was."
"Never mind, sweetheart; it is ancient history now, and who bothers about ancient history? Did you ever meet anybody who fretted over the overthrow of Carthage, or made a trouble of the siege of Troy?"
"No," Elisabeth truthfully replied; "and I"m really nice to you now, whatever I may have been before. Don"t you think I am?"
"I should just think you are, Betty; a thousand times nicer than I deserve, and I am becoming most horribly conceited in consequence."
"And, after all, I agree with the prophet Ezekiel that if people are nice at the end, it doesn"t much matter how disagreeable they have been in the meantime. He doesn"t put it quite in that way, but the sentiment is the same. I suit you down to the ground now, don"t I, Chris?"
"You do, my darling; and up to the sky, and beyond." And Christopher drew her still closer to him and kissed her.
After a minute"s silence Elisabeth whispered--
"When one is as divinely happy as this, isn"t it difficult to realize that the earth will ever be earthy again, and the b.u.t.ter turnipy, and things like that? Yet they will be."
"But never quite as earthy or quite as turnipy as they were before; that"s just the difference."
After playing for a few minutes with Christopher"s watch-chain, Elisabeth suddenly remarked--
"You never really appreciated my pictures, Chris. You never did me justice as an artist, though you did me far more than justice as a woman. Why was that?"
"Didn"t I? I"m sorry. Nevertheless, I"m not sure that you are right. I was always intensely interested in your pictures because they were yours, quite apart from their own undoubted merits."