"Oh, David!" she breathed.
He glanced at her cynically. "Don"t get agitated, Materna. That May visit cured me. I know I won"t. I know she doesn"t care for me. But I can"t tell whether she cares for him."
"I hope she does," she said.
At which he laughed: "Do you expect me to agree to that?"
"David, think what you are saying!"
"My dear mother, have you been under the impression that I am a saint?" he said, dryly. "If so let me correct you. I am not. Yes, until I went out there in May I always had the feeling that I would get her, somehow, some time." He paused; his knife sc.r.a.ped the bowl of his pipe until the fresh wood showed under the blade.
"I don"t know that I ever exactly admitted it to myself; but I realize now that the feeling was there."
"You shock me very much," she said; and leaning against her knee he felt the quiver that ran through her.
"I have shocked myself several times in the last few years," he said, briefly.
His mother was silent. Suddenly he began to talk:
"At first--I mean when it happened; I thought she would send for me, and I would take her away from him, and then kill him." Her broken exclamation made him laugh. "Don"t worry; I was terribly young in those days. I got over all that. It was only just at first; it was the everlasting human impulse. The cave-dweller had it, I suppose, when somebody stole his woman. But it"s only the body that wants to kill. The mind knows better. The mind knows that life can be a lot better punishment than death. I knew he"d get his punishment and I was willing to wait for it. I thought that when she left him, his h.e.l.l would be as hot as mine. I took it for granted that she would leave him. I thought there would be a divorce, and then"--his voice was smothered to the breaking- point; "then I would get her. Or I would get her without a divorce."
"David!"
He did not seem to hear her; his elbows were on his knees, his chin on his two fists; he spoke as if to himself; "Well; she didn"t leave him. I suppose she couldn"t forgive me. Curious, isn"t it? how the mind can believe two entirely contradictory things at the same time: I realized she couldn"t forgive me,--yet I still thought I would get her, somehow. Meantime, I consoled myself with the reflection that even if she hated me for having pushed her into his arms, she hated him worse. I thought that where I had been stabbed once, he would be stabbed a thousand times." David spoke with that look of primitive joy which must have been on the face of the cave-dweller when he felt the blood of his enemy spurt warm between his fingers.
Helena Richie gave a little cry and shrank back. These were the thoughts that her boy had built up between them in these silent years! He gave her a faintly amused glance.
"Yes, I had my dreams. Bad dreams you would call them, Materna.
Now I don"t dream any more. After I saw her in May, I got all over such nonsense. I realized that perhaps she ... loved him."
His mother was trembling. "It frightens me that you should have had such thoughts," she said. She actually looked frightened; her leaf-brown eyes were wide with terror.
Her son nuzzled his cheek against her hand; "Bless your dear heart! it frightens you, because you can"t understand. Materna, there are several things you can"t understand--and I shouldn"t like it if you could!" he said, his face sobering with that reverent look which a man gives only to his mother; "There is the old human instinct, that existed before laws or morals or anything else, the man"s instinct to keep his woman. And next to that, there is the realization that when it comes to what you call morals, there is a morality higher than the respectability you good people care so much about--the morality of nature. But of course you don"t understand," he said again, with a short laugh.
"I understand a good many things, David."
"Oh, well, I didn"t mean to talk about it," he said, sighing; "I don"t know what started me; and--and I"m not howling, you know. I was only wondering whether _you_ thought she had come to care for him?"
"I don"t know," she said, faintly.
He snapped his knife shut. "Neither do I. But I guess she does.
Nature is a big thing, Materna. When a girl"s loyalty comes up against that, it hasn"t much show; especially when nature is a.s.sisted by behavior like mine. Yes, I guess by this time she loves him. I"ll never get her."
"Oh, David," his mother said, tremulously, "if you could only meet some nice, sweet girl, and--"
"Nice girl?" he said, smiling. "They"re scarce, Materna, they"re scarce. But I mean to get married one of these days. A man in my trade ought to be married. I sha"n"t bother to look for one of those "sweet girls," however. I"ve got over my fondness for sugar. No more sentimentalities for me, thank you. I shall marry on strictly common-sense principles: a good housekeeper, who has good sense, and good looks--"
"And a good temper, I hope," Mrs. Richie said, almost with temper herself; and who can blame her?--he had been so cruelly injured!
The sweetness, the silent, sunny honesty of the boy, the simple belief in the goodness of his fellow-creatures, had been changed to this! Oh, she could almost hate the girl who had done it! "A good temper is more important than anything else," she said, hotly.
Instantly the dull cynicism of his face flashed into anger.
"Elizabeth"s temper,--I suppose that is what you are referring to; her temper was not responsible for what happened. It was my a.s.sinine conceit."
She winced. "I didn"t mean to hurt you," she said. He was silent.
"But it is terrible to have you so hard, David."
"Hard? I? I am a mush of amiability. Come now! I oughtn"t to have made you low-spirited. It"s all an old story. I was only telling you how I felt at first. As for bad thoughts,--I haven"t any thoughts now, good or bad! I am a most exemplary person. I don"t know why I slopped over to you, anyhow. So don"t think of it again. Materna! Can you see that sail?" He was looking through his gla.s.ses; "it"s the eleventh since we came out here."
"But David, that you should think--"
"Oh, but I don"t think any more," he declared, watching the flitting white gleam on the horizon; "I always avoid thinking, nowadays. That"s why I am such a promising young medical man. I"m all right and perfectly happy. I"ll hold my base, I promise you!
That"s a brig, Materna. Do you know the difference between a brig and a schooner? I bet you don"t."
Apparently the moment of confidence was over; he had opened his heart and let her see the blackness and bleakness; and now he was closing it again. She was silent. David thrust his pipe into his pocket and turned to help her to rise; but she had hidden her face in her hands. "It is my fault," she said, with a gasp; "it must be my fault! Oh, David, have I made you wicked? If you had had a different mother--" Instantly he was ashamed of himself.
"Materna! I am a brute to you," he said. He flung his arm around her, and pressed his face against hers; "I wish somebody would kick me. You made me wicked? You are the only thing that has kept me anyways straight! Mother--I"ve been decent; your goodness has saved me from--several things. I want you to know that. I would have gone right straight to the devil if it hadn"t been for your goodness. As for how I felt about Elizabeth, it was just a mood; don"t think of it again."
"But you said," she whispered; "_without_ a divorce."
"Well, I--I didn"t mean it, I guess," he comforted her; "anyhow, the jig is up, dear. Even if I had a bad moment now and then in the first year, nothing came of it. Oh, mother, what a beast I am!" He was pressing his handkerchief against her tragic eyes.
"Your fault? Your only fault is being so perfect that you can"t understand a poor critter like me!"
"I do understand. I do understand."
In spite of himself, David laughed. "You! That"s rich." He looked at her with his old, good smile, tender and inarticulate. "What would I have done without you? You"ve stood by and put up with my cussedness through these three devilish years. It"s almost three years, you know, and yet I--I don"t seem to get over it--Oh, I"m a perfect _girl_! How can you put up with me?" He laughed again, and hugged her. "Mother, sometimes I almost wish you weren"t so good."
"David," she burst out pa.s.sionately, "I am--" She stopped, trembling.
"I take it back," he apologized, smiling; "I seem bent on shocking you to-day. You can be as good as you want. Only, once in a while you do seem a little remote. Elizabeth used to say she was afraid of you."
"Of _me!_"
"Well, an angel like you never could quite understand her," he said, soberly.
His mother was silent; then she said in a low voice:
"I am not an angel; but perhaps I haven"t understood her. I can understand love, but not hate. Elizabeth never loved you; she doesn"t know the meaning of love."
"You are mistaken, dear," he said, gently.
They went back to the house very silently; David"s confidences were over, but they left their mark on his mother"s face. She showed the strain of that talk even a week later when she started on her kindly mission to cheer poor Nannie. On the hazy September morning, when Robert Ferguson met her in the big, smoky station at Mercer, there were new lines of care in her face. Her landlord, as he persisted in calling himself, noticed them, and was instantly cross; crossness being his way of expressing anxiety.
"You look tired," he scolded, as he opened the carriage door for her, "you"ve got to rest at my house and have something to eat before you go to Nannie"s; besides, you don"t suppose I got you on here just to cheer her? You"ve got to cheer me, too! It"s enough to give a man melancholia to live next to that empty house of yours, and you owe it to me to be pleasant--if you can be pleasant," he barked.
But his barking was strangely mild. His words were as rough as ever, but he spoke with a sort of eager gentleness, as if he were trying to make his voice soft enough for some unuttered pitifulness. She was so pleased to see him, and to hear the kind, gruff voice, that for a minute she forgot her anxiety about David, and laughed. And when her eyes crinkled in that old, gay way, it seemed to Robert Ferguson, looking at her with yearning, as if Mercer, and the September haze, and the grimy old depot hack were suddenly illuminated.
"Oh, these children!" he said; "they are worrying me to death.
Nannie won"t budge out of that old house; it will have to be sold over her head, to get her into a decent locality. Elizabeth isn"t well, but the Lord only knows what"s the matter with her. The doctor says she"s all right, but she"s as grumpy a--her uncle; you can"t get a word out of her. And Blair has been speculating,"--he was so cross that, when at his own door he put out his hand to help her from the carriage, she patted his arm, and said, "Come; cheer up!"