"England? Why you are the first Englishman I have ever seen! How beautiful you are!"
Norman smiled, unable, and indeed unwilling, to deprecate his personal appearance.
"It is you who are beautiful," he said, slowly, labouring with the strange tongue, "Are they all like you in Alsander?"
"Do you think it possible?"
She drew herself up with such grace that Norman"s arms twitched and ached. But he was rather in awe of her.
"How bright your eyes are!" he said.
"Are they? What colour do you think they are?" she asked, turning them full on him.
"They are blue. I have never seen such blue eyes in my life before."
"You are quite sure that they are not green?"
Norman was not at all sure that they were not: they seemed to him to change colour like little bright clouds, and shone at that moment like a l.u.s.trous emerald. But he simply said that they were not green, as he could only make very simple phrases in the language of Alsander.
"Are you going to stay long in this country?" inquired the girl.
"I think I shall have to."
He carved a dust pattern with his stick quite nervously, daring no more to look at her eyes. He asked her name.
"Peronella," she said. "And yours?"
"My name is Norman."
"Nor-mano, how nice!" said the girl, who seemed to think that this bashful northerner needed encouragement. "Normano. I shall always call you Normano."
"Always?" said Norman, looking up quickly.
The shameless maiden hung her head with a rosy blush as though she had been caught in an indiscretion,--as though the word had slipped from her unawares. But even at six in the morning, a sane though splendid hour, Norman, that reserved young Englishman, considered such encouragement sufficient. He went deliberately and took the pails off the girl"s shoulders, as though he were going to help her, and the moment they had clattered on the road, he embraced this adorable girl from behind and kissed her ravenously. The kiss fell some two inches below her left ear.
She stood very stiff, flushed and angry; but Norman simply maintained his pressure till her whole body unstiffened. Norman had adopted to good purpose the principle that returns the penny-in-the-grip machine and secures for Britain her extensive Empire.
By this time they had become thoroughly nervous of each other. They sat down side by side on the wall near the spring. Norman ruffled his hair in embarra.s.sment. Peronella murmured something about Fate. Norman inwardly disagreed; he did not think he ought to blame (or thank) Fate for the present contingency.
"Where are you going to stay?" asked the girl at last.
"As near you as possible."
"But don"t you really know?"
"I know nothing. I am just a stranger, and I have come here for a ...
for a ... d.a.m.n," said Norman in English to himself, "what"s the word for a holiday?--for a rest."
"You don"t look as if you wanted a rest, and you won"t get it if you stay near me."
"Not rest," said Norman, "not rest exactly, but ... amus.e.m.e.nt. O Peronella, you know how hard it is to talk a foreign tongue. I have learnt Alsandrian in a book, but I have never talked a word of it before."
"You talk it very nicely indeed; it is charming to hear you. It is not at all pleasant for us to hear men from Ulmreich talking Alsandrian.
They make a horrible harsh noise, although they talk very carefully. But I think the lazy way you p.r.o.nounce your o"s and e"s is charming...."
"_I_ think," said Norman, looking at his watch with a smile, "that it is just twenty minutes since I first saw you and already...."
"Well?"
"I love you very much." He meant only to say "I like you very much," but in southern lands the linguistic distinction does not exist.
The girl seized him by the wrists.
"Don"t say things like that, you devil," she cried, "especially if you do not mean it. Yes, say it even if you do not mean it; I love to hear you saying it. But be very careful. We are not like heathen women."
"I mean it!" said Norman, perforce.
"Normano, did you treat all other girls like this in England, and do you think I allow other men...."
"It will be quite different," faltered Norman.
"Say it again!"
"Peronella, I really love you."
Norman could not conceal a little yawn in his voice even at the moment of making this startling declaration; his eyes were heavy with light and he had walked for many hours. The girl perceived at once.
"Why, you are quite tired!" she said, "and talking fearful nonsense. You must come and find a room at once. Have you been walking long?"
"Four or five hours," said Norman.
"You curious person, to go walking in the night. Where have you come from?"
"From Braxea. I had my supper in the inn last night, and I"ve been walking ever since."
"What a pace you must have put on! Why, it"s ever such a way away.
Braxea? Why, it"s right over the mountains on the frontier. Those long legs!" she added, pointing to them with a laugh. "No wonder they go far.
I have never seen such long legs, except on a gra.s.s-hopper. And now you will walk into Alsander. But you have not yet answered my question.
Where are you going to stay in our city?"
"I don"t know a bit, beautiful girl, as I told you. Perhaps you can find me a place, not far away from you."
"Ah, perhaps I might," said she, "and perhaps I might not. I do not think you would be an agreeable neighbour."
"Ah, why not? Should I trouble and annoy you?"
"You have no idea how to behave, none at all," murmured Peronella.
"Oh, I will learn," cried the boy, "if you will teach me."