"Two lumps, please."
She pa.s.sed him the cup with a certain solemnity.
"So this is the great moment, the pinnacle of all happiness as I have dreamed of it! Now, tell me yourself: Am I not to be envied? Whatever I wish is fulfilled. And, do you know, last year in Heligoland I had a curious experience. We capsised by the dunes and I fell into the water. As I lost consciousness, I thought that you were there and were saving me. Later when I lay on the beach, I saw, of course, that it had been only a stupid old fisherman. But the feeling was so wonderful while it lasted that I almost felt like jumping into the water again.
Speaking of water, do you take rum in your tea?"
He shook his head. Her chatter, which at first had enraptured him, began to fill him with sadness. He did not know how to respond. His youthfulness and flexibility of mind had pa.s.sed from him long ago: he had long lost any inner cheerfulness.
And while she continued to chat, his thoughts wandered, like a horse, on their accustomed path on the road of his daily worries. He thought of an unsatisfactory jockey, of the nervous horse.
What was this woman to him, after all?
"By the way," he heard her say, "I wanted to ask you whether "Maidenhood" has arrived?"
He sat up sharply and stared at her. Surely he had heard wrong.
"What do you know about "Maidenhood"?"
"But, my dear friend, do you suppose I haven"t heard of your beautiful horse, by "Blue Devil" out of "Nina"? Now, do you see? I believe I know the grandparents, too. Anyhow, you are to be congratulated on your purchase. The English trackmen are bursting with envy. To judge by that, you ought to have an immense success."
"But, for heaven"s sake, how do you know all this?"
"Dear me, didn"t your purchase appear in all the sporting papers?"
"Do you read those papers?"
"Surely. You see, here is the last number of the _Spur_, and yonder is the bound copy of the _German Sporting News_."
"I see; but to what purpose?"
"Oh, I"m a sporting lady, dear master. I look upon the world of horses--is that the right expression?--with benevolent interest. I hope that isn"t forbidden?"
"But you never told me a word about that before!"
She blushed a little and cast her eyes down.
"Oh, before, before.... That interest didn"t come until later."
He understood and dared not understand.
"Don"t look at me so," she besought him; there"s nothing very remarkable about it. I just said to myself: "Well, if he doesn"t want you, at least you can share his life from afar. That isn"t immodest, is it? And then the race meets were the only occasions on which I could see you from afar. And whenever you yourself rode--oh, how my heart beat--fit to burst. And when you won, oh, how proud I was! I could have cried out my secret for all the world to hear. And my poor husband"s arm was always black and blue. I pinched him first in my anxiety and then in my joy."
"So your husband happily shares your enthusiasm?"
"Oh, at first he wasn"t very willing. But then, he is so good, so good. And as I couldn"t go to the races alone, why he just had to go with me! And in the end he has become as great an enthusiast as I am.
We can sit together for hours and discuss the tips. And he just admires you so--almost more than I. Oh, how happy he"d be to meet you here. You mustn"t refuse him that pleasure. And now you"re laughing at me. Shame on you!"
"I give you my word that nothing--"
"Oh, but you smiled. I saw you smile."
"Perhaps. But a.s.suredly with no evil intention. And now you"ll permit me to ask a serious question, won"t you?"
"But surely!"
"Do you love your husband?"
"Why, of course I love him. You don"t know him, or you wouldn"t ask.
How could I help it? We"re like two children together. And I don"t mean anything silly. We"re like that in hours of grief, too. Sometimes when I look at him in his sleep--the kind, careworn forehead, the silent serious mouth--and when I think how faithfully and carefully he guides me, how his one dreaming and waking thought is for my happiness--why, then I kneel down and kiss his hands till he wakes up.
Once he thought it was our little dog, and murmured "Shoo, shoo!" Oh, how we laughed! And if you imagine that such a state of affairs can"t be reconciled with my feeling for you, why, then you"re quite wrong.
_That_ is upon an entirely different plane."
"And your life is happy?"
"Perfectly, perfectly."
Radiantly she folded her hands.
She did not suspect her position on the fearful edge of an abyss. She had not yet realised what his coming meant, nor how defenceless she was.
He had but to stretch out his arms and she would fly to him, ready to sacrifice her fate to his mood. And this time there would be no returning to that well-ordered content.
A dull feeling of responsibility arose in him and paralysed his will.
Here was all that he needed in order to conquer a few years of new freshness and joy for the arid desert of his life. Here was the spring of life for which he was athirst. And he had not the courage to touch it with his lips.
Chapter IV.
A silence ensued in which their mood threatened to darken and grow turbid.
Then he pulled himself together.
"You don"t ask me why I came, dear friend."
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"A moment"s impulse--or loneliness. That"s all."
"And a bit of remorse, don"t you think so?"
"Remorse? For what? You have nothing with which to reproach yourself.
Was not our agreement made to be kept?"
"And yet I couldn"t wholly avoid the feeling as if my unbroken silence must have left a sting in your soul which would embitter your memory of me."
Thoughtfully she stirred her tea.