She then did the question justice. "Well, for ME, only the price. I"m poor, you see--very poor. But I thank you and I"ll think." The Prince, on the other side of the shop-window, had finally faced about and, as to see if she hadn"t done, was trying to reach, with his eyes, the comparatively dim interior. "I like it," she said--"I want it. But I must decide what I can do."
The man, not ungraciously, resigned himself. "Well, I"ll keep it for you."
The small quarter-of-an-hour had had its marked oddity--this she felt even by the time the open air and the Bloomsbury aspects had again, in their protest against the truth of her gathered impression, made her more or less their own. Yet the oddity might have been registered as small as compared to the other effect that, before they had gone much further, she had, with her companion, to take account of. This latter was simply the effect of their having, by some tacit logic, some queer inevitability, quite dropped the idea of a continued pursuit. They didn"t say so, but it was on the line of giving up Maggie"s present that they practically proceeded--the line of giving it up without more reference to it. The Prince"s first reference was in fact quite independently made. "I hope you satisfied yourself, before you had done, of what was the matter with that bowl."
"No indeed, I satisfied myself of nothing. Of nothing at least but that the more I looked at it the more I liked it, and that if you weren"t so unaccommodating this would be just the occasion for your giving me the pleasure of accepting it."
He looked graver for her, at this, than he had looked all the morning.
"Do you propose it seriously--without wishing to play me a trick?"
She wondered. "What trick would it be?"
He looked at her harder. "You mean you really don"t know?"
"But know what?"
"Why, what"s the matter with it. You didn"t see, all the while?"
She only continued, however, to stare. "How could you see--out in the street?"
"I saw before I went out. It was because I saw that I did go out. I didn"t want to have another scene with you, before that rascal, and I judged you would presently guess for yourself."
"Is he a rascal?" Charlotte asked. "His price is so moderate." She waited but a moment. "Five pounds. Really so little."
"Five pounds?"
He continued to look at her. "Five pounds."
He might have been doubting her word, but he was only, it appeared, gathering emphasis. "It would be dear--to make a gift of--at five shillings. If it had cost you even but five pence I wouldn"t take it from you."
"Then," she asked, "what IS the matter?"
"Why, it has a crack."
It sounded, on his lips, so sharp, it had such an authority, that she almost started, while her colour, at the word, rose. It was as if he had been right, though his a.s.surance was wonderful. "You answer for it without having looked?"
"I did look. I saw the object itself. It told its story. No wonder it"s cheap."
"But it"s exquisite," Charlotte, as if with an interest in it now made even tenderer and stranger, found herself moved to insist.
"Of course it"s exquisite. That"s the danger." Then a light visibly came to her--a light in which her friend suddenly and intensely showed.
The reflection of it, as she smiled at him, was in her own face. "The danger--I see--is because you"re superst.i.tious."
"Per Dio, I"m superst.i.tious! A crack is a crack--and an omen"s an omen."
"You"d be afraid--?"
"Per Bacco!"
"For your happiness?"
"For my happiness."
"For your safety?"
"For my safety."
She just paused. "For your marriage?"
"For my marriage. For everything."
She thought again. "Thank goodness then that if there BE a crack we know it! But if we may perish by cracks in things that we don"t know--!" And she smiled with the sadness of it. "We can never then give each other anything."
He considered, but he met it. "Ah, but one does know. _I_ do, at least--and by instinct. I don"t fail. That will always protect me."
It was funny, the way he said such things; yet she liked him, really, the more for it. They fell in for her with a general, or rather with a special, vision. But she spoke with a mild despair.
"What then will protect ME?"
"Where I"m concerned _I_ will. From me at least you"ve nothing to fear,"
he now quite amiably responded. "Anything you consent to accept from me--" But he paused.
"Well?"
"Well, shall be perfect."
"That"s very fine," she presently answered. "It"s vain, after all, for you to talk of my accepting things when you"ll accept nothing from me."
Ah, THERE, better still, he could meet her. "You attach an impossible condition. That, I mean, of my keeping your gift so to myself."
Well, she looked, before him there, at the condition--then, abruptly, with a gesture, she gave it up. She had a headshake of disenchantment--so far as the idea had appealed to her. It all appeared too difficult. "Oh, my "condition"--I don"t hold to it. You may cry it on the housetops--anything I ever do."
"Ah well, then--!" This made, he laughed, all the difference.
But it was too late. "Oh, I don"t care now! I SHOULD have liked the Bowl. But if that won"t do there"s nothing."
He considered this; he took it in, looking graver again; but after a moment he qualified. "Yet I shall want some day to give you something."
She wondered at him. "What day?"
"The day you marry. For you WILL marry. You must--SERIOUSLY--marry."
She took it from him, but it determined in her the only words she was to have uttered, all the morning, that came out as if a spring had been pressed. "To make you feel better?"
"Well," he replied frankly, wonderfully--"it will. But here," he added, "is your hansom."
He had signalled--the cab was charging. She put out no hand for their separation, but she prepared to get in. Before she did so, however, she said what had been gathering while she waited. "Well, I would marry, I think, to have something from you in all freedom."