"I"m afraid the monument"s rather ... rather awful.... Do you like the flowers, Laurie?"
She was noticing that the chrysanthemums were a little blackened by the frost; and hardly attended to the fact that he did not answer.
"Do you like the flowers?" she said again presently.
He started from his prolonged stare downwards.
"Oh yes, yes," he said; "they"re ... they"re lovely.... Maggie, the grave"s all right, isn"t it: the mound, I mean?"
At first she hardly understood.
"Oh yes ... what do you mean?"
He sighed, whether in relief or not she did not know.
"Only ... only I have heard of mounds sinking sometimes, or cracking at the sides. But this one--"
"Oh yes," interrupted the girl. "But this was very bad yesterday....
What"s the matter, Laurie?"
He had turned his face with some suddenness, and there was in it a look of such terror that she herself was frightened.
"What were you saying, Maggie?"
"It was nothing of any importance," said the girl hurriedly. "It wasn"t in the least disfigured, if that--"
"Maggie, will you please tell me exactly in what condition this grave was yesterday? When was it put right?"
"I ... I noticed it when I brought the chrysanthemums up yesterday morning. The ground was sunk a little, and cracks were showing at the sides. I told the s.e.xton to put it right. He seems to have done it....
Laurie, why do you look like that?"
He was staring at her with an expression that might have meant anything. She would not have been surprised if he had burst into a fit of laughter. It was horrible and unnatural.
"Laurie! Laurie! Don"t look like that!"
He turned suddenly away and left her. She hurried after him.
On the way to the house he told her the whole story from beginning to end.
III
The two were sitting together in the little smoking-room at the back of the house on the last night of Laurie"s holidays. He was to go back to town next morning.
Maggie had pa.s.sed a thoroughly miserable week. She had had to keep her promise not to tell Mrs. Baxter--not that that lady would have been of much service, but the very telling would be a relief--and things really were not serious enough to justify her telling Father Mahon.
To her the misery lay, not in any belief she had that the spiritualistic claim was true, but that the boy could be so horribly excited by it. She had gone over the arguments again and again with him, approving heartily of his suggestions as to the earlier part of the story, and suggesting herself what seemed to her the most sensible explanation of the final detail. Graves did sink, she said, in two cases out of three, and Laurie was as aware of that as herself. Why in the world should not this then be attributed to the same subconscious mind as that which, in the hypnotic sleep--or whatever it was--had given voice to the rest of his imaginations? Laurie had shaken his head. Now they were at it once more. Mrs. Baxter had gone to bed half an hour before.
"It"s too wickedly grotesque," she said indignantly. "You can"t seriously believe that poor Amy"s soul entered into your mind for an hour and a half in Lady Laura"s drawing-room. Why, what"s purgatory, then, or heaven? It"s so utterly and ridiculously impossible that I can"t speak of it with patience."
Laurie smiled at her rather wearily and contemptuously.
"The point," he said, "is this: Which is the simplest hypothesis? You and I both believe that the soul is somewhere; and it"s natural, isn"t it, that she should want--oh! dash it all! Maggie, I think you should remember that she was in love with me--as well as I with her," he added.
Maggie made a tiny mental note.
"I don"t deny for an instant that it"s a very odd story," she said. "But this kind of explanation is just--oh, I can"t speak of it. You allowed yourself that up to this last thing you didn"t really believe it; and now because of this coincidence the whole thing"s turned upside down. Laurie, I wish you"d be reasonable."
Laurie glanced at her.
She was sitting with her back to the curtained and shuttered window, beyond which lay the yew-walk; and the lamplight from the tall stand fell full upon her. She was dressed in some rich darkish material, her breast veiled in filmy white stuff, and her round, strong arms lay, bare to the elbow, along the arms of her chair. She was a very pleasant wholesome sight. But her face was troubled, and her great serene eyes were not so serene as usual. He was astonished at the persistence with which she attacked him. Her whole personality seemed thrown into her eyes and gestures and quick words.
"Maggie," he said, "please listen. I"ve told you again and again that I"m not actually convinced. What you say is just conceivably possible.
But it doesn"t seem to me to be the most natural explanation. The most natural seems to me to be what I have said; and you"re quite right in saying that it"s this last thing that has made the difference. It"s exactly like the grain that turns the whole bottle into solid salt. It needed that.... But, as I"ve said, I can"t be actually and finally convinced until I"ve seen more. I"m going to see more. I wrote to Mr. Vincent this morning."
"You did?" cried the girl.
"Don"t be silly, please.... Yes, I did. I told him I"d be at his service when I came back to London. Not to have done that would have been cowardly and absurd. I owe him that."
"Laurie, I wish you wouldn"t," said the girl pleadingly.
He sat up a little, disturbed by this very unusual air of hers.
"But if it"s all such nonsense," he said, "what"s there to be afraid of?"
"It"s--it"s morbid," said Maggie, "morbid and horrible. Of course it"s nonsense; but it"s--it"s wicked nonsense."
Laurie flushed a little.
"You"re polite," he said.
"I"m sorry," she said penitently. "But you know, really--"
The boy suddenly blazed up a little.
"You seem to think I"ve got no heart," he cried. "Suppose it was true--suppose really and truly Amy was here, and--"
A sudden clear sharp sound like the crack of a whip sounded from the corner of the room. Even Maggie started and glanced at the boy. He was dead white on the instant; his lips were trembling.
"What was that?" he whispered sharp and loud.
"Just the woodwork," she said tranquilly; "the thaw has set in tonight."
Laurie looked at her; his lips still moved nervously.
"But--but--" he began.
"Dear boy, don"t you see the state of nerves--"