So it came about that when, as her visit drew towards its close, Tim came to her and asked her once again to be his wife, she gave him an answer which by no stretch of the imagination could she have conceived as possible a short three weeks before.
She was very frank with him. She was determined that if he married her, it must be open-eyed, recognizing that she could only give him honest liking in return for love. Upon a foundation of sincerity some mutual happiness might ultimately be established, but there should be no submerged rock of ignorance and misunderstanding on which their frail barque of matrimonial happiness might later founder in a sea of infinite regret.
"Are you willing to take me--like that?" she asked him. "Knowing that I can only give you friendship? I wish--I wish I could give you what you ask--but I can"t."
Tim"s eyes searched hers for a long moment.
"Is there some one else?" he asked at last.
A wave of painful colour flooded her face, then ebbed away, leaving it curiously white and pinched-looking, but her eyes still met his bravely.
"There is--no one who will ever want your place, Tim," she said with an effort.
The sight of her evident distress hurt him intolerably.
"Forgive me!" he exclaimed quickly. "I had no right to ask that question."
"Yes, you had," she replied steadily, "since you have asked me to be your wife."
"Well, you"ve answered it--and it doesn"t make a bit of difference.
I want you. I"ll take what you can give me, Sara. Perhaps, some day, you"ll be able to give me love as well."
She shook her head.
"Don"t count on that, Tim. Friendship, understanding, the comradeship which, after all, can mean a good deal between a man and woman--all these I can give you. And if you think those things are worth while, I"ll marry you. But--I"m not in love with you."
"You will be--I"m sure it"s catching," he declared with the gay, buoyant confidence which was one of his most endearing qualities.
Sara smiled a little wistfully.
"I wish it were," she said. "But please be serious, Tim dear--"
"How can I be?" he interrupted joyfully. "When the woman I love tells me that she"ll marry me, do you suppose I"m going to pull a long face about it?"
He caught her in his arms and kissed her with all the impetuous fervour of his two-and-twenty years. At the touch of his warm young lips, her own lips whitened. For an instant, as she rested in his arms, she was stabbed through and through by the memory of those other arms that had held her as in a vice of steel, and of stormy, pa.s.sionate kisses in comparison with Tim"s impulsive caress, half-shy, half-reverent, seemed like clear water beside the glowing fire of red wine.
She drew herself sharply out of his embrace. Would she never forget--would she be for ever remembering, comparing? If so, G.o.d help her!
"No," she said quietly. "You needn"t pull a long face over it. But--but marriage is a serious thing, Tim, after all."
"My dear"--he spoke with a sudden gentle gravity--"don"t misunderstand me. Marriage with you is the most serious and wonderful and glorious thing that could ever happen to a man. When you"re my wife, I shall be thanking G.o.d on my knees every day of my life. All the jokes and nonsense are only so many little waves of happiness breaking on the sh.o.r.e. But behind them there is always the big sea of my love for you--the still waters, Sara."
Sara remained silent. The realization of the tender, chivalrous, worshiping love this boy was pouring out at her feet made her feel very humble--very ashamed and sorry that she could give so little in return.
Presently she turned and held out her hands to him.
"Tim--my Tim," she said, and her voice shook a little. "I"ll try not to disappoint you."
CHAPTER XV
THE NAME OF DURWARD
The Durwards received the news of their son"s engagement to Sara with unfeigned delight. Geoffrey was bluffly gratified at the materialization of his private hopes, and Elisabeth had never appeared more captivating than during the few days that immediately followed. She went about as softly radiant and content as a pleased child, and even the strange, watchful reticence that dwelt habitually in her eyes was temporarily submerged by the shining happiness that welled up within them.
She urged that an early date should be fixed for the wedding, and Sara, with a dreary feeling that nothing really mattered very much, listlessly acquiesced. Driven by conflicting influences she had burned her boats, and the sooner all signs of the conflagration were obliterated the better.
But she opposed a quiet negative to the further suggestion that she should accompany the Durwards to Barrow Court instead of returning to Monkshaven.
"No, I can"t do that," she said with decision. "I promised Doctor d.i.c.k I would go back."
Elisabeth smiled airily. Apparently she had no scruples about the keeping of promises.
"That"s easily arranged," she affirmed. "I"ll write to your precious doctor man and tell him that we can"t spare you."
As far as personal inclination was concerned, Sara would gladly have adopted Elisabeth"s suggestion. She shrank inexpressibly from returning to Monkshaven, shrouded, as it was, in brief but poignant memories, but she had given Selwyn her word that she would go back, and, even in a comparatively unimportant matter such as this appeared, she had a predilection in favour of abiding by a promise.
Elisabeth demurred.
"You"re putting Dr. Selwyn before us," she declared, candidly amazed.
"I promised him first," replied Sara. "In my position, you"d do the same."
Elisabeth shook her head.
"I shouldn"t," she replied with energy. "The people I love come first--all the rest nowhere."
"Then I"m glad I"m one of the people you love," retorted Sara, laughing.
"And, let me tell you, I think you"re a most unmoral person."
Elisabeth looked at her reflectively.
"Perhaps I am," she acknowledged. "At least, from a conventional point of view. Certainly I shouldn"t let any so-called moral scruples spoil the happiness of any one I cared about. However, I suppose you would, and so we"re all to be offered up on the altar of this twopenny-halfpenny promise you"ve made to Dr. Selwyn?"
Sara laughed and kissed her.
"I"m afraid you are," she said.
If anything could have reconciled her to the sacrifice of inclination she had made in returning to Monkshaven, it would have been the warmth of the welcome extended to her on her arrival. Selwyn and Molly met her at the station, and Jane Crab, resplendent in a new cap and ap.r.o.n donned for the occasion, was at the gate when at last the pony brought the governess-cart to a standstill outside. Even Mrs. Selwyn had exerted herself to come downstairs, and was waiting in the hall to greet the wanderer back.
"It will be a great comfort to have you back, my dear," she said with unwonted feeling in her voice, and quite suddenly Sara felt abundantly rewarded for the many weary hours upstairs, trying to win Mrs. Selwyn"s interest to anything exterior to herself.
"You"re looking thinner," was Selwyn"s blunt comment, as Sara threw off her hat and coat. "What have you been doing with yourself?"
She flushed a little.
"Oh, racketing about, I suppose. I"ve been living in a perfect whirl.
Never mind, Doctor d.i.c.k, you shall fatten me up now with your good country food and your good country air. Good gracious!"--as he closed a big thumb and finger around her slender wrist and shook his head disparagingly--"Don"t look so solemn! I was always one of the lean kine, you know."