They were more numerous than they had been for a long time past. The meeting at Lakefield had changed her mental att.i.tude toward Derek Pruyn, taking a large part of the pain out of her thoughts of him, as well as out of his thoughts of her. She had avoided seeing him after that one night, and she had heard nothing from him since; but she knew it was impossible for him to go on thinking of her altogether harshly. She had been useful to him; she had saved Dorothea from a great mistake; she had done it in such a way that no hint of the escapade was likely to become known outside of the few who had taken part in it; she had put herself in a relation toward him which, as a final one, was much to be preferred to that which had existed before. She could therefore pa.s.s out of his life more satisfied than she had dared hope to be with the effect that she had had upon it. As she st.i.tched she sighed to herself with a certain comfort, when, glancing up, she saw him standing at the door.
The nature of her thoughts, coupled with his sudden appearance, drew to her lips a quiet smile.
"They shouldn"t have shown you in here," she protested, gently, letting her work fall to her lap, but not rising from her place.
"I insisted," he explained, briefly, from the threshold.
"You can come in," she smiled, as he continued to stand in the doorway.
"You can even sit down." She pointed to a chair, not far from her own, going on again with her st.i.tching, so as to avoid the necessity for further greeting. "I suppose you wonder what I"m doing," she pursued, when he had seated himself.
"I"m not wondering at that so much as whether you ought to be doing it."
"I can relieve your mind on that score. It"s a case, too, in which duty and pleasure jump together; for the delight of handling beautiful linen is like nothing else in the world."
"It seems to me like servants" work," he said, bluntly.
"Possibly; but I can do servants" work at a pinch--especially when I like it."
"I don"t," he declared.
"But then you don"t have to do it."
"I mean that I don"t like it for you."
"Even so, you wouldn"t forbid my doing it, would you?"
"I wish I had the right to. I"ve come here this afternoon to ask you again if you won"t give it to me."
For a few minutes she st.i.tched in silence. When she spoke it was without stopping her work or lifting her head.
"I"m sorry that you should raise that question again. I thought it was settled."
"Supposing it was, it can be reopened--if there"s a reason."
"But there is none."
"That"s all you know about it. There"s a very important reason."
"Since--when?"
"Since Lakefield."
"Do you mean anything that Monsieur de Bienville may have said?"
"I do."
"That wouldn"t be a reason--for me."
"But you don"t know--"
"I can imagine. Monsieur de Bienville has already done me all the harm he can. It"s beyond his power to hurt me any more."
"But, Diane, you don"t know what you"re saying. You don"t know what he"s doing. He"s--he"s--I hardly know how to put it--He"s destroying your reputation."
She glanced up with a smile, ceasing for an instant to sew.
"You mean, he"s destroying what"s left of it. Well, he"s welcome! There was so little of it--"
"For G.o.d"s sake, Diane, don"t say that; it breaks my heart. You must consider the position that you put me in. After you"ve rendered me one the greatest services one person can do another, do you think I can sit quietly by while you are being robbed of the dearest thing in life, just because you did it?"
"I should be sorry to think the opinion other people hold of me to be the dearest thing in life; but, even if it were, I"d willingly give it up for--Dorothea."
"It isn"t for Dorothea; it"s for me."
"Well, wouldn"t you let me do it--for you? I"m not of much use in the world, but it would make me a little happier to think I could do any one a good turn without being promised a reward."
"A reward! Oh, Diane!"
"It"s what you"re offering me, isn"t it? If it hadn"t been for--for--the great service you speak about, you wouldn"t he here, asking me again to be your wife."
"That"s your way of putting it, but I"ll put it in mine. If it hadn"t been for the magnitude of the sacrifice you"re willing to make for me, I shouldn"t have dared to hope that you loved me. When all pretexts and secondary causes have been considered and thrust aside, that"s why I"m here, and for no other reason whatever. If you love me," he continued, "why should you hesitate any longer? If you love me, why seek for reasons to justify the simple prompting of your heart? What have you and I got to do with other people"s opinions? When there"s a plain, straightforward course before us, why not go right on and follow it?"
She raised her eyes for one brief glance.
"You forget."
The words were spoken quietly, but they startled him.
"Yes, Diane; I do forget. Rather, there"s nothing left for me to remember. I know what you"d have me recall. I"ll speak of it this once more, to be silent on the subject forever. I want you to forgive me. I want to tell you that I, too, have repented."
"Repented of what?"
"Of the wrong I"ve done you. I believe your soul to be as white as all this whiteness around you."
"Then," she continued, questioning gently, "you"ve changed your point of view during the last six months?"
"I have. You charged me then with being willing to come down to your level; now I"m asking you to let me climb up to it. I see that I was a self-righteous Pharisee, and that the true man is he who can smite his breast and say, G.o.d be merciful to me a sinner!"
"A sinner--like me."
"I don"t want to be led into further explanations," he said, suddenly on his guard against her insinuations. "You and I have said too much to each other not to be able to be frank. Now, I"ve been frank enough.
You"ve understood what I"ve felt at other times; you understand what I feel to-day. Why draw me out, to make me speak more plainly?"
"I am not drawing you out," she declared. "If I ask you a question or two, it was to show you that not even the woman that you take me for--not even the forgiven penitent--could be a good wife for you. I can"t marry you, Mr. Pruyn. I must beg you to let that answer be decisive."
There was decision in the way in which she folded her work and smoothed the white brocaded surface in her lap. There was decision, too, in the quickness with which he rose and stood looking down at her. For a second she expected him to turn from her, as he had turned once before, and leave her with no explanation beyond a few laconic words. She held her breath while she awaited them.
"Then that means," he said, at last, "that you put me in the position of taking all, while you give all."