There was a silence; then I said:
"Has this pa.s.sionate quest of her so wholly absorbed and controlled you that all else counts as nothing?"
"Yes, yes! You know it. You knew it at Otsego! Nothing else matters. I will not permit anything else to matter! And, lest you deem me cold, thankless, inhuman, ask of yourself, Euan, why such a lonely girl as I should close her eyes and stop her ears and lock her heart and--and turn her face away when the man--to whom she owes all--to whom she is--utterly devoted--urges her toward emotions--toward matters strange to her--and too profound as yet. So I ask you, for a time, to let what sleeps within us both lie sleeping, undisturbed. There is a love more natural, more imperious, more pa.s.sionate still; and--it has led me here! And I will not confuse it with any other sentiment; nor share it with any man--not even with you--dear as you have become to me--lonely as I am,--no, not even with you will I share it! For I have vowed that I shall never slake my thirst with love save first in her dear embrace.... After these wistful, stark, and barren years--loveless, weary, naked, and unkind----" Suddenly she covered her face with her hands, bowing her head to her knees.
"Yet you bid me hope, Lois?" I asked under my breath.
She nodded.
"You make me happy beyond words," I whispered.
She looked up from her hands:
"Is that all you required to make you happy?"
"Can I ask more?"
"I--I thought men were more ruthless--more imperious and hotly impatient with the mistress of their hearts--if truly I am mistress of yours, as you tell me."
"I am impatient only for your happiness; ruthless only to secure it."
"For my happiness? Not for your own?"
"How can that come to me save when yours comes to you?"
"Oh!... I did not understand. I had not thought it mattered very greatly to men, so that they found their happiness--so that they found contentment in their sweethearts" yielding.... Then my surrender would mean nothing to you unless I yielded happily?"
"Nothing. Good G.o.d! In what school have you learned of love!"
She nodded thoughtfully, looking me in the eyes.
"What you tell me, Euan, is pleasant to think on. It rea.s.sures and comforts; nay, it is the sweetest thing you ever said to me--that you could find no happiness in my yielding unless I yield happily.... Why, Euan, that alone would win me--were it time. It clears up much that I have never understood concerning you.... Men have not used me gently.... And then you came.... And I thought you must be like the others, being a man, except that you are the only one to whom I was at all inclined--perhaps because you were from the beginning gentler and more honest with me.... What a way to win a woman"s heart! To seek her happiness first of all!... Could you give me to another--if my happiness required it?"
"What else could I do, Lois?"
"Would you do that!" she demanded hotly.
"Have I any choice?"
"Not if your strange creed be sincere. Is it sincere?"
"There is no other creed for those who really love."
"You are wrong," she said angrily, looking at me with tightened lips.
"How wrong?"
"Because--I would not give you to another woman, though you cried out for her till the heavens fell!"
I began to laugh, but her eyes still harboured lightning.
"You should not go to her, whether or not you loved her!" she repeated.
"I would not have it. I would not endure it!"
"Yet--if I loved another----"
"No! That is treason! Your happiness should be in me. And if you wavered I would hold you prisoner against your treacherous and very self!"
"How could you hold me?"
"What? Why--why--I----" She sat biting her scarlet lips and thinking, with straight brows deeply knitted, her greyish-purple eyes fixed hard on me. Then a slight colour stained her cheeks, and she looked elsewhere, murmuring: "I do not know how I would hold you prisoner. But I know I should do it, somehow."
"I know it, too," said I, looking at my ring she wore.
She blushed hotly: "It is well that you do, Euan. Death is the dire penalty if my prisoner escapes!" She hesitated, bit her lip, then added faintly: "Death for me, I mean." After a moment she slowly lifted her eyes to mine, and so still and clear were they that it seemed my regard plunged to the very depths of her.
"You do love me then," I said, taking her hand in mine.
Her face paled, and she caught her breath.
"Will you not wait--a little while--before you court me?" she faltered.
"Will you not wait because I ask it of you?"
"Yes, I will wait."
"Nor speak of love--until----"
"Nor speak of love until you bid me speak."
"Nor--caress me--nor touch me--nor look in my eyes--this way----" Her hand had melted somehow closely into mine. We both were trembling now; and she withdrew her hand and slowly pressed it close against her heart, gazing at me in a white and childish wonder, as though dumb and reproachful of some wound that I had dealt her. And as I saw her there, so hurt and white and sweet, all quivering under the first swift consciousness of love, I trembled, too, with the fierce desire to take her in my arms and whisper what was raging in my heart of pa.s.sionate a.s.surance and devotion.
And I said nothing, nor did she. But presently the wild-rose tint crept back into her pale cheeks, and her head dropped, and she sat with eyes remote and vaguely sweet, her hands listless in her lap.
And I, my heart in furious protest, condemned to batter at its walls in a vain summons to the silent lips that should have voiced its every beat, remained mute in futile and impotent adoration of the miracle love had wrought under my very eyes.
Consigned to silence, condemned to patience super-human, I scarce knew how to conduct. And so cruelly the restraint cut and checked me that what with my perplexity, my happiness, and my wretchedness, I was in a plight.
No doubt the spectacle that my features presented--a very playground for my varying emotions--was somewhat startling to a maid so new at love. For, glancing with veiled eyes at me, presently her own eyes flew open wide. And:
"Euan!" she faltered. "Is aught amiss with you? Are you ill, dear lad?
And have not told me?"
Whereat I was confused and hot and vexed; and I told her very plainly what it was that ailed me. And now mark! In place of an understanding and sympathy and a nice appreciation of my honourable discomfort, she laughed; and as her cheeks cooled she laughed the more, tossing back her pretty head while her mirth, now uncontrolled, rippled forth till the wild birds, excited, joined in with restless chirping, and a squirrel sprung his elfin rattle overhead.
"And that," said I, furious, "is what I get for deferring to your wishes! I"ve a mind to kiss you now!"
Breathless, her hands pressed to her breast, she looked at me, and made as though to speak, but laughter seized her and she surrendered to it helplessly.