She sprang to her feet. With her hands thrust jauntily into the pockets of her ap.r.o.n, she looked like some poor little soubrette, grown middle-aged, stout, and rather grotesque, in a Marivaux play. She acted her part well. "Pluck? Oh, I"ve got more than that. I"ve got some ability. If you never knew it before, you"ll see it now. I"ve spent a lot; but then I"ve had a lot--or thought I had; and now that I"m going to have little--well, I"ll show you I can cut my coat according to my cloth as well as the next one."
"I don"t doubt that in the least, and yet--"
"And yet you want us to have all our money back. Oh, I know what you meant yesterday afternoon. I didn"t see it at the time--I had so many things to think of; but I caught on to it as soon as I got home. We should get it back, because you"d give it to us. Well, you won"t. You can marry Lois, if she"ll marry you--and I hope to the Lord she won"t be such a goose as to refuse you!--and you can take the house off our hands; but more than that you won"t be able to do, not if you were Thor Masterman ten times over."
He smiled. "I shouldn"t like to be that. Once is bad enough."
Her little eyes shone tearily. "All the same, I like you for it. I do believe that if you hadn"t said it I should have gone to law. I certainly meant to; but when I saw how nice _you_ were--" Dashing away another tear, she changed her tone suddenly. "Tell me. What did your mother say after I left yesterday?"
Thor informed her that to the best of his knowledge she hadn"t said anything.
Bessie chuckled. "I didn"t leave her much to say, did I? Well, I"m glad to have had the opportunity of talking it out with her."
"You certainly talked it out--if that"s the word."
"Yes, didn"t I? And now, I suppose, she"s mad."
Thor was unable to affirm as much as this. In fact, the conversation, since Mrs. Willoughby liked to apply that term to the encounter, had induced in his stepmother, as far as he could see, a somewhat superior frame of mind.
"Well, I hope it"ll do her as much good as it did me," Bessie sighed, devoutly; "and now that I"ve let off steam I"ll go "round and make it up. Now go and see Len. He"ll want to talk to you."
Thor intimated that he would be glad of a minute with Lois, to which Mrs. Willoughby replied that Lois was having one of her fits of bird-craze. She was in the kitchen at that minute getting suet with which to go up into the woods and feed the chickadees. Good Lord! there had been chickadees since the world began, and they had lived through the winter somehow. Bessie had no patience with what she called "nature-fads," but it was as easy to talk sense into a chickadee itself as to keep Lois from going into the woods with two or three pounds of suet after every snow-storm. She undertook, however, to delay her daughter"s departure on this errand till warning had been given to Thor.
Up-stairs Thor found Len sitting in his big arm-chair, clad in a gorgeous dressing-gown. He was idle, stupefied, and woebegone. With his bushy, snow-white hair and beard, his puffy cheeks, his sagging mouth, and his clumsy bulk he produced an effect half spectral and half fleshly, but quite pathetically ludicrous. His hand trembled violently as he held it toward his visitor.
"Not well to-day, Thor," he complained. "Ought to be back in bed. Any other man wouldn"t have got up. Always had too much energy. Awful blow, Thor, awful blow. Never could have believed it of your father. But I"m not downed yet. Go to work and make another fortune. That"s what I"ll do."
Thor sympathized with his friend"s intentions, and, having slipped down-stairs again, found Lois in the hall, a basket containing a varied a.s.sortment of bird-foods on her arm.
When she had given him permission to accompany her, they took their way up Willoughby"s Lane, whence it was possible to pa.s.s into the woodland stretches of the hillside. The day was clear and cold, with just enough wind to wake the aeolian harp of the forest into sound. Once in the woods, they advanced warily. "Listen to the red-polls," Lois whispered.
She paused, leaning forward, her face alight. There was nothing visible; but a low, continuous warble, interspersed with a sort of liquid rattle, struck the ear. Taking a bunch of millet stalks from her basket, she directed Thor while he tied them to the bough of a birch that trailed its lower branches to the snow. When they had gone forward they perceived, on looking around, that some dozen or twenty of the crimson-headed birds had found their food.
So they went on, scattering seeds or crumbs in sheltered spots, and fixing ma.s.ses of suet in conspicuous places, to an approving chirrup of _dee-dee, chick-a-dee-dee-dee_, from friendly little throats. The basket was almost emptied by the time they reached the outskirts of the wood and neared the top of the hill.
Lois was fastening the last bunch of millet stalks to a branch hanging just above her head. Thor stood behind her, holding the basket, and noticing, as he had often noticed before, the slim shapeliness of her hands. In spite of the cold, they were bare, the fur of the cuffs falling back sufficiently to display the exquisitely formed wrists.
"Lois, when can we be married?"
She gave no sign of having heard him, unless it was that her hands stopped for an instant in the deft rapidity of their task. Within a few seconds they had resumed their work, though, it seemed to him, with less sureness in the supple movement of the fingers. Beyond the upturned collar of her coat he saw the stealing of a warm, slow flush.
He was moved, he hardly knew how. He hardly knew how, except that it was with an emotion different from that which Rosie Fay had always roused in him. In that case the impulse was primarily physical. He couldn"t have said what it was primarily in this. It was perhaps mental, or spiritual, or only sympathetic. But it was an emotion. He was sure of that, though he was less sure that it had the nature of love. As for love, since yesterday the word sickened him. Its a.s.sociation had become, for the present, at any rate, both sacred and appalling. He couldn"t have used it, even if he had been more positive concerning the blends that made up his present sentiment.
It was to postpone as long as possible the moment for turning around that Lois worked unnecessarily at the fastening of her millet stalks.
They were not yet secured to her satisfaction when, urged by a sudden impulse, he bent forward and kissed her wrist. She allowed him to do this without protest, while she knotted the ends of her string; but she was obliged to turn at last.
"I didn"t know you wanted to be married," she said, with shy frankness.
He responded as simply as she. "But now that you do know it--how soon can it be?"
"Why are you asking me?" Before he had time to reply she went on, "Is it because papa has got into trouble?"
He was ready with his answer. "It"s because he"s got into trouble that I"m asking you to-day; but I"ve been meaning to ask you for years and years."
She uttered something like a little cry. "Oh, Thor, is that true?"
The fact that he must make so many reservations impelled him to be the more ardent in what he could affirm without putting a strain on his conscience. "I can swear it to you, Lois, if you want me to. It began as long ago as when I was a youngster and you were a little girl."
She clasped her hands tightly. "Oh, Thor!"
"Since that time there hasn"t been a--" He was going to say a day, but he made a rapid correction--"there hasn"t been a year when I haven"t looked forward to your being my wife." He allowed a few seconds to pa.s.s before adding, "I should think you"d have seen it."
She answered as well as a joyous distress would let her. "I did see it, Thor--or thought I did--for a while. Only latterly--"
"You mustn"t judge by--latterly," he broke in, hastily. "Latterly I"ve had a good deal to go through."
"Oh, you poor Thor! Tell me about it."
Nothing would have eased his heart more effectively than to have poured out to her the whole flood of his confidence. It was what he was accustomed to doing when in her company. He could talk to her with more open heart than he had ever been able to talk to any one. It would have been a relief to tell her the whole story of Rosie Fay; and if he refrained from taking this course, it was only because he reminded himself that it wouldn"t "do." It obviously wouldn"t "do." He was unable to say why it wouldn"t "do" except on the general ground that there were things a man had better keep to himself. He curbed, therefore, his impulse toward frankness to say:
"I can"t--because there are things I shall never be able to talk about.
If I could speak of them to any one it would be to you."
She looked at him anxiously. "It"s nothing that I have to do with, is it?"
"Only in as far as you have to do with everything that concerns me."
Tears in her eyes could not keep her face from growing radiant. "Oh, Thor, how can I believe it?"
"It"s true, Lois. I can hardly go back to the time when, in my own mind, it hasn"t been true."
"But I"m not worthy of it," she said, half tearfully.
"I hope it isn"t a question of worthiness on the one side or the other.
It"s just a matter of--of our belonging together."
It was not in doubt, but with imploring looks of happiness, that she said, "Oh, are you sure we do?"
He was glad she could accept his formula. It not only simplified matters, but enabled him to be sincere. The fact that in his own way he was quite sincere rendered him the more grateful to her for not forcing him, or trying to force him, to express himself insincerely. It was almost as if she divined his state of mind.
"Words aren"t of much use between _us_," he declared, in his appreciation of this att.i.tude on her part. "We"re more or less independent of them, don"t you think?"
She nodded her approval of this sentiment as her eyes followed the action of her fingers in b.u.t.toning her gloves.
"But I"ll tell you what I feel as exactly as I can put it," he went on.
"It"s that you"re essential to me, and I"m essential to you. At least,"
he subjoined, humbly, "I hope I"m essential to you."