"I shan"t forget it," she remarked consolingly.
"I say," she said in the pause that followed. "Why are you riding about the country on a bicycle?"
"I"m doing it because I like it."
She sought to estimate his social status on her limited basis of experience. He stood leaning with one hand against the wall, looking up at her and tingling with daring thoughts. He was a littleish man, you must remember, but neither mean-looking nor unhandsome in those days, sunburnt by his holiday and now warmly flushed. He had an inspiration to simple speech that no practised trifler with love could have bettered. "There _is_ love at first sight," he said, and said it sincerely.
She stared at him with eyes round and big with excitement.
"I think," she said slowly, and without any signs of fear or retreat, "I ought to get back over the wall."
"It needn"t matter to you," he said. "I"m just a n.o.body. But I know you are the best and most beautiful thing I"ve ever spoken to." His breath caught against something. "No harm in telling you that," he said.
"I should have to go back if I thought you were serious," she said after a pause, and they both smiled together.
After that they talked in a fragmentary way for some time. The blue eyes surveyed Mr. Polly with kindly curiosity from under a broad, finely modelled brow, much as an exceptionally intelligent cat might survey a new sort of dog. She meant to find out all about him. She asked questions that riddled the honest knight in armour below, and probed ever nearer to the hateful secret of the shop and his normal servitude. And when he made a flourish and misp.r.o.nounced a word a thoughtful shade pa.s.sed like the shadow of a cloud across her face.
"Boom!" came the sound of a gong.
"Lordy!" cried the girl and flashed a pair of brown legs at him and was gone.
Then her pink finger tips reappeared, and the top of her red hair.
"Knight!" she cried from the other side of the wall. "Knight there!"
"Lady!" he answered.
"Come again to-morrow!"
"At your command. But----"
"Yes?"
"Just one finger."
"What do you mean?"
"To kiss."
The rustle of retreating footsteps and silence....
But after he had waited next day for twenty minutes she reappeared, a little out of breath with the effort to surmount the wall--and head first this time. And it seemed to him she was lighter and more daring and altogether prettier than the dreams and enchanted memories that had filled the interval.
VII
From first to last their acquaintance lasted ten days, but into that time Mr. Polly packed ten years of dreams.
"He don"t seem," said Johnson, "to take a serious interest in anything. That shop at the corner"s bound to be snapped up if he don"t look out."
The girl and Mr. Polly did not meet on every one of those ten days; one was Sunday and she could not come, and on the eighth the school rea.s.sembled and she made vague excuses. All their meetings amounted to this, that she sat on the wall, more or less in bounds as she expressed it, and let Mr. Polly fall in love with her and try to express it below. She sat in a state of irresponsible exaltation, watching him and at intervals prodding a vivisecting point of encouragement into him--with that strange pa.s.sive cruelty which is natural to her s.e.x and age.
And Mr. Polly fell in love, as though the world had given way beneath him and he had dropped through into another, into a world of luminous clouds and of desolate hopeless wildernesses of desiring and of wild valleys of unreasonable ecstasies, a world whose infinite miseries were finer and in some inexplicable way sweeter than the purest gold of the daily life, whose joys--they were indeed but the merest remote glimpses of joy--were brighter than a dying martyr"s vision of heaven.
Her smiling face looked down upon him out of heaven, her careless pose was the living body of life. It was senseless, it was utterly foolish, but all that was best and richest in Mr. Polly"s nature broke like a wave and foamed up at that girl"s feet, and died, and never touched her. And she sat on the wall and marvelled at him and was amused, and once, suddenly moved and wrung by his pleading, she bent down rather shamefacedly and gave him a freckled, tennis-blistered little paw to kiss. And she looked into his eyes and suddenly felt a perplexity, a curious swimming of the mind that made her recoil and stiffen, and wonder afterwards and dream....
And then with some dim instinct of self-protection, she went and told her three best friends, great students of character all, of this remarkable phenomenon she had discovered on the other side of the wall.
"Look here," said Mr. Polly, "I"m wild for the love of you! I can"t keep up this gesticulations game any more! I"m not a Knight. Treat me as a human man. You may sit up there smiling, but I"d die in torments to have you mine for an hour. I"m n.o.body and nothing. But look here!
Will you wait for me for five years? You"re just a girl yet, and it wouldn"t be hard."
"Shut up!" said Christabel in an aside he did not hear, and something he did not see touched her hand.
"I"ve always been just dilletentytating about till now, but I could work. I"ve just woke up. Wait till I"ve got a chance with the money I"ve got."
"But you haven"t got much money!"
"I"ve got enough to take a chance with, some sort of a chance. I"d find a chance. I"ll do that anyhow. I"ll go away. I mean what I say--I"ll stop trifling and shirking. If I don"t come back it won"t matter. If I do----"
Her expression had become uneasy. Suddenly she bent down towards him.
"Don"t!" she said in an undertone.
"Don"t--what?"
"Don"t go on like this! You"re different! Go on being the knight who wants to kiss my hand as his--what did you call it?" The ghost of a smile curved her face. "Gurdrum!"
"But----!"
Then through a pause they both stared at each other, listening.
A m.u.f.fled tumult on the other side of the wall a.s.serted itself.
"Shut _up_, Rosie!" said a voice.
"I tell you I will see! I can"t half hear. Give me a leg up!"
"You Idiot! He"ll see you. You"re spoiling everything."
The bottom dropped out of Mr. Polly"s world. He felt as people must feel who are going to faint.
"You"ve got someone--" he said aghast.
She found life inexpressible to Mr. Polly. She addressed some unseen hearers. "You filthy little Beasts!" she cried with a sharp note of agony in her voice, and swung herself back over the wall and vanished.
There was a squeal of pain and fear, and a swift, fierce altercation.
For a couple of seconds he stood agape.
Then a wild resolve to confirm his worst sense of what was on the other side of the wall made him seize a log, put it against the stones, clutch the parapet with insecure fingers, and lug himself to a momentary balance on the wall.
Romance and his G.o.ddess had vanished.