"Was it because you like me personally?" Nick pursued as if he hadn"t heard her. "You may think that an odd or positively an odious question; but isn"t it natural, my wanting to know?"
"Oh if you don"t know!" Julia quite desperately sighed.
"It"s a question of being sure."
"Well then if you"re not sure----!"
"Was it done for me as a friend, as a man?"
"You"re not a man--you"re a child," his hostess declared with a face that was cold, though she had been smiling the moment before.
"After all I was a good candidate," Nick went on.
"What do I care for candidates?"
"You"re the most delightful woman, Julia," he said as he sat down beside her, "and I can"t imagine what you mean by my hating you."
"If you haven"t discovered that I like you, you might as well."
"Might as well discover it?"
She was grave--he had never seen her so pale and never so beautiful. She had stopped rolling her parasol; her hands were folded in her lap and her eyes bent on them. Nick sat looking at them as well--a trifle awkwardly. "Might as well have hated me," she said.
"We"ve got on so beautifully together all these days: why shouldn"t we get on as well for ever and ever?" he brought out. She made no answer, and suddenly he said: "Ah Julia, I don"t know what you"ve done to me, but you"ve done it. You"ve done it by strange ways, but it will serve.
Yes, I hate you," he added in a different tone and with his face all nearer.
"Dear Nick, dear Nick----!" she began. But she stopped, feeling his nearness and its intensity, a nearness now so great that his arm was round her, that he was really in possession of her. She closed her eyes but heard him ask again, "Why shouldn"t it be for ever, for ever?" in a voice that had for her ear a vibration none had ever had.
"You"ve done it, you"ve done it," Nick repeated.
"What do you want of me?" she appealed.
"To stay with me--this way--always."
"Ah not this way," she answered softly, but as if in pain and making an effort, with a certain force, to detach herself.
"This way then--or this!" He took such pressing advantage of her that he had kissed her with repet.i.tion. She rose while he insisted, but he held her yet, and as he did so his tenderness turned to beautiful words. "If you"ll marry me, why shouldn"t it be so simple, so right and good?" He drew her closer again, too close for her to answer. But her struggle ceased and she rested on him a minute; she buried her face in his breast.
"You"re hard, and it"s cruel!" she then exclaimed, shaking herself free.
"Hard--cruel?"
"You do it with so little!" And with this, unexpectedly to Nick, Julia burst straight into tears. Before he could stop her she was at the door of the pavilion as if she wished to get immediately away. There, however, he stayed her, bending over her while she sobbed, unspeakably gentle with her.
"So little? It"s with everything--with everything I have."
"I"ve done it, you say? What do you accuse me of doing?" Her tears were already over.
"Of making me yours; of being so precious, Julia, so exactly what a man wants, as it seems to me. I didn"t know you could," he went on, smiling down at her. "I didn"t--no, I didn"t."
"It"s what I say--that you"ve always hated me."
"I"ll make it up to you!" he laughed.
She leaned on the doorway with her forehead against the lintel. "You don"t even deny it."
"Contradict you _now_? I"ll admit it, though it"s rubbish, on purpose to live it down."
"It doesn"t matter," she said slowly; "for however much you might have liked me you"d never have done so half as much as I"ve cared for you."
"Oh I"m so poor!" Nick murmured cheerfully.
With her eyes looking at him as in a new light she slowly shook her head. Then she declared: "You never can live it down."
"I like that! Haven"t I asked you to marry me? When did you ever ask me?"
"Every day of my life! As I say, it"s hard--for a proud woman."
"Yes, you"re too proud even to answer me."
"We must think of it, we must talk of it."
"Think of it? I"ve thought of it ever so much."
"I mean together. There are many things in such a question."
"The princ.i.p.al thing is beautifully to give me your word."
She looked at him afresh all strangely; then she threw off: "I wish I didn"t adore you!" She went straight down the steps.
"You don"t adore me at all, you know, if you leave me now. Why do you go? It"s so charming here and we"re so delightfully alone."
"Untie the boat; we"ll go on the water," Julia said.
Nick was at the top of the steps, looking down at her. "Ah stay a little--_do_ stay!" he pleaded.
"I"ll get in myself, I"ll pull off," she simply answered.
At this he came down and bent a little to undo the rope. He was close to her and as he raised his head he felt it caught; she had seized it in her hands and she pressed her lips, as he had never felt lips pressed, to the first place they encountered. The next instant she was in the boat.
This time he dipped the oars very slowly indeed; and, while for a period that was longer than it seemed to them they floated vaguely, they mainly sat and glowed at each other as if everything had been settled. There were reasons enough why Nick should be happy; but it is a singular fact that the leading one was the sense of his having escaped a great and ugly mistake. The final result of his mother"s appeal to him the day before had been the idea that he must act with unimpeachable honour. He was capable of taking it as an a.s.surance that Julia had placed him under an obligation a gentleman could regard but in one way. If she herself had understood it so, putting the vision, or at any rate the appreciation, of a closer tie into everything she had done for him, the case was conspicuously simple and his course unmistakably plain. That is why he had been gay when he came out of the house to look for her: he could be gay when his course was plain. He could be all the gayer, naturally, I must add, that, in turning things over as he had done half the night, what he had turned up oftenest was the recognition that Julia now had a new personal power with him. It was not for nothing that she had thrown herself personally into his life. She had by her act made him live twice as intensely, and such an office, such a service, if a man had accepted and deeply tasted it, was certainly a thing to put him on his honour. He took it as distinct that there was nothing he could do in preference that wouldn"t be spoiled for him by any deflexion from that point. His mother had made him uncomfortable by bringing it so heavily up that Julia was in love with him--he didn"t like in general to be told such things; but the responsibility seemed easier to carry and he was less shy about it when once he was away from other eyes, with only Julia"s own to express that truth and with indifferent nature all about. Besides, what discovery had he made this morning but that he also was in love?
"You"ve got to be a very great man, you know," she said to him in the middle of the lake. "I don"t know what you mean about my salon, but I _am_ ambitious."
"We must look at life in a large, bold way," he concurred while he rested his oars.
"That"s what I mean. If I didn"t think you could I wouldn"t look at you."
"I could what?"