"I shall try, Jonathan, I shall try, though the very thought of evil is a distress to me," she replied, with a saintly look. "As for the girl, I have only the tenderest pity for the unfortunate creature."
"That"s like you, mother."
"Kesiah says that she has behaved very well. Didn"t you say so, Kesiah?"
"Yes, Mr. Chamberlayne told me that she appeared perfectly indifferent when he spoke to her. She even remarked, I believe, that she didn"t see that it concerned her."
"Well, she"s spirit enough. Now stop talking, mother, I am going."
"G.o.d bless you, my darling boy--you have never failed me."
Instead of appeasing his conscience, the remark completed his descent into the state of disenchantment he had been approaching for hours. The shock of his mother"s illness, coming after three days of marriage, had been too much for his unstable equilibrium, and he felt smothered by an oppression which, in some strange way, seemed closing upon him from without. It was in the air--in the faded cretonne of the room, in the grey flashes of the swallows from the eaves of the house, in the leafless boughs etched delicately against the orange light of the sky. Like most adventurers of the emotions, he was given to swift despondencies as well as to vivid elations, and the tyranny of a mood was usually as absolute as it was brief. The fact was there while it lasted like the physical sensation of hunger or gratification. When it departed he seldom spurred his imagination to the pursuit of it.
"So it"s over," he said under his breath, as he looked through the lacework of ivy on the small greenish panes to the desolate November fields, "and I"ve been a d.a.m.n fool for the asking!"
At the end of the week Blossom returned to the mill, and on the afternoon of her arrival, Gay met her in the willow copse by the brook.
To the casual observer there would have appeared no perceptible change in his manner, but a closer student of the hearts of lovers might have drawn an inference from the fact that he allowed her to wait five minutes for him at the place of meeting. True, as he explained pa.s.sionately, his mother had asked for him just as he was leaving the house, and it was clearly impossible that he should refuse his mother!
That he was still ardent for Blossom"s embraces was evident to her glance, but the affair was settled, the mystery solved, and there was no longer need that he should torment himself. That the love of his kind is usually a torment or nothing had not, at this stage, occurred to either of the lovers. He was feeling strongly that, having conducted himself in so honourable a manner there was nothing more to be expected of him; while she a.s.sured her heart that when his love had proved capable of so gallant a sacrifice, it had established the fact of its immortality. The truth was that the fire still burned, though the obstacles, which had supplied fuel to the flames, were consumed, and a pleasant warmth rather than a destroying blaze was the result. Had Gay sounded the depths of his nature, which he seldom did, he would have discovered that for him pa.s.sion was a kind of restlessness translated into emotion. When the restlessness was appeased, the desire in which it had revealed itself slowly evaporated.
"How is your mother?" was Blossom"s first eager question, "oh, I do hope she is better!"
"Better, yes, but we"re still awfully anxious, the least shock may kill her--Aunt Kesiah and I are walking on pins and needles. How are you, Beauty? Did you enjoy your visit?"
He kissed her lips, and she clung to him with the first expression of weakness she had ever shown.
"How could I when it ended like that?"
"Well, you"re married anyway--that ought to satisfy you. What does it feel like?"
"I can"t believe it--and I haven"t even any ring."
"Oh, the ring! If you"d had it, you"d have dropped it about somewhere and let out the secret."
"I wish it had been in church and before a clergyman."
"Are you trying to make me jealous again of the Reverend Orlando? I"m an old married man now, and it is hopeless."
"Do you really feel married, Jonathan?"
"The deuce I don"t! If I did I"d be galloping down the turnpike."
"I wonder why you did it?" she questioned a little wistfully, "you take it so lightly."
"I could only take it lightly after I"d done it--that"s why, darling."
"If I could believe in it I shouldn"t mind the secrecy," she said, "but I feel so wicked and underhand that I hardly dare hold up my head before the folks at home. Jonathan, when do you think we may come out and confess?"
For a moment he did not answer, and she watched the frown gather slowly between his eyebrows.
"There, there, Blossom, don"t begin that already," he responded irritably, "we can"t make it public as long as my mother lives--that"s out of the question. Do you think I could love you if I felt you had forced me to murder her? Heaven knows I"ve done enough--I"ve married you fair and square, and you ought to be satisfied."
"I am satisfied," she replied on the point of tears, "but, oh, Jonathan, I"m not happy."
"Then it"s your own fault," he answered, still annoyed with her. "You"ve had everything your own way, and just because I get in trouble and come to you for sympathy, you begin to nag. For G.o.d"s sake, don"t become a nagging woman, Blossom. A man hates her worse than poison."
"O Jonathan!" she cried out sharply, placing her hand on her breast as though he had stabbed her.
"Of course, I"m only warning you. Your great charm is poise--I never saw a woman who had so much of it. That"s what a man wants in a wife, too. Vagaries are all right in a girl, but when he marries, he wants something solid and sensible."
"Then you do love me, Jonathan?"
"Don"t be a goose," he rejoined--for it was a question to which he had never in his life returned a direct answer.
"Of course, I know you do or you wouldn"t have married me--but I wish you"d tell me so--just in words--sometimes."
"If I told you so, you"d have no curiosity left, and that would be bad for you. Come, kiss me, sweetheart, that"s better than talking."
She kissed him obediently, as mildly complaisant as she had once been coldly aloof. Though the allurement of the remote had deserted her, she still possessed, in his eyes, the attraction of the beautiful. If the excitement of the chase was ended, the pleasure of the capture was still amply sufficient to make up the difference. He laughed softly as he kissed her, enjoying her freshness, her surrender, her adoration, which she no longer attempted to hide.
When he parted from her several hours afterwards, he had almost recovered the casual gaiety which had become his habit of mind. Life was too short either to wonder or to regret, he had once remarked, and a certain easy fatalism had softened so far the p.r.i.c.ks of a disturbing conscience.
The walk from the pasture to the house led through a tangle of shrubbery called by the negroes, the Haunt"s Walk, and as he pushed the leafless boughs out of his way, a flitting glimpse of red caught his eye beyond a turn in the path. An instant later, Molly pa.s.sed him on her way to the spring or to the meadows beyond.
"Good day, Mr. Jonathan," she said, while her lips curved and she looked up at him with her arch and brilliant smile.
"Good day to yourself, cousin," he responded gaily, "what is your hurry?"
As he made a movement to detain her, she slipped past him, and a minute afterwards her laugh floated back.
"Oh, there"s a reason!" she called over her shoulder.
A sudden thought appeared to strike him at her words, and turning quickly in the path, he looked after her until she disappeared down the winding path amid the tangle of shrubbery.
"Jove, she is amazingly pretty!" he said at last under his breath.
CHAPTER XVI
THE COMING OF SPRING
The winter began in a long rain and ended in a heavy snow which lay for a week over the country. In the chill mornings while she dressed, Molly watched the blue-black shadows of the crows skimming over the white ground, and there was always a dumb anxiety at her heart as she looked after them.
On Christmas Eve there had been a dance at Piping Tree, and because she had danced twice with Gay (who had ridden over in obedience to a whim), Abel had parted from her in anger. For the first time she had felt the white heat of his jealousy, and it had aroused rebellion, not acquiescence, in her heart. Jonathan Gay was nothing to her (though he called her his cousin)--he had openly shown his preference for Blossom--but she insisted pa.s.sionately that she was free and would dance with whomsoever she pleased. To Abel"s demand that she should give up "round dances" entirely, she had returned a defiant and mocking laugh.
They had parted in an outburst of temper, to rush wildly together a few days later when they met by chance in the turnpike.
"You love him, but you don"t love him enough, honey," said Reuben, patting her head. "You love yourself still better than him."