Then, having set the trap anew, his feeling burst out petulantly--
"A girl like you to throw yourself away upon such a commonplace fellow as that quarryman! Why do you do it!"
Her mind was so intently fixed upon the matter in hand that it was some moments before she caught his irrelevant subject. "Because I am a foolish girl," she said quietly.
"What! Don"t you love him?" said Jocelyn, with a surprised stare up at her as she stood, in her concern appearing the very Avice who had kissed him twenty years earlier.
"It is not much use to talk about that," said she.
"Then, is it the soldier?"
"Yes, though I have never spoken to him."
"Never spoken to the soldier?"
"Never."
"Has either one treated you badly--deceived you?"
"No. Certainly not."
"Well, I can"t make you out; and I don"t wish to know more than you choose to tell me. Come, Avice, why not tell me exactly how things are?"
"Not now, sir!" she said, her pretty pink face and brown eyes turned in simple appeal to him from her pedestal. "I will tell you all to-morrow; an that I will!"
He retreated to his own room and lay down meditating. Some quarter of an hour after she had retreated to hers the mouse-trap clicked again, and Pierston raised himself on his elbow to listen. The place was so still and the jerry-built door-panels so thin that he could hear the mouse jumping about inside the wires of the trap. But he heard no footstep this time. As he was wakeful and restless he again arose, proceeded to the kitchen with a light, and removing the mouse reset the trap.
Returning he listened once more. He could see in the far distance the door of Avice"s room; but that thoughtful housewife had not heard the second capture. From the room came a soft breathing like that of an infant.
He entered his own chamber and reclined himself gloomily enough. Her lack of all consciousness of him, the aspect of the deserted kitchen, the cold grate, impressed him with a deeper sense of loneliness than he had ever felt before.
Foolish he was, indeed, to be so devoted to this young woman. Her defencelessness, her freedom from the least thought that there lurked a danger in their propinquity, were in fact secondary safeguards, not much less strong than that of her being her mother"s image, against risk to her from him. Yet it was out of this that his depression came.
At sight of her the next morning Pierston felt that he must put an end to such a state of things. He sent Avice off to the studio, wrote to an agent for a couple of servants, and then went round to his work. Avice was busy righting all that she was allowed to touch. It was the girl"s delight to be occupied among the models and casts, which for the first time she regarded with the wistful interest of a soul struggling to receive ideas of beauty vaguely discerned yet ever eluding her. That brightness in her mother"s mind which might have descended to the second Avice with the maternal face and form, had been dimmed by admixture with the mediocrity of her father"s, and by one who remembered like Pierston the dual organization the opposites could be often seen wrestling internally.
They were alone in the studio, and his feelings found vent. Putting his arms round her he said, "My darling, sweet little Avice! I want to ask you something--surely you guess what? I want to know this: will you be married to me, and live here with me always and ever?"
"O, Mr. Pierston, what nonsense!"
"Nonsense?" said he, shrinking somewhat.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, why? Am I too old? Surely there"s no serious difference?"
"O no--I should not mind that if it came to marrying. The difference is not much for husband and wife, though it is rather much for keeping company."
She struggled to get free, and when in the movement she knocked down the Empress Faustina"s head he did not try to retain her. He saw that she was not only surprised but a little alarmed.
"You haven"t said why it is nonsense!" he remarked tartly.
"Why, I didn"t know you was thinking of me like that. I hadn"t any thought of it! And all alone here! What shall I do?"
"Say yes, my pretty Avice! We"ll then go out and be married at once, and n.o.body be any the wiser."
She shook her head. "I couldn"t, sir."
"It would be well for you. You don"t like me, perhaps?"
"Yes I do--very much. But not in that sort of way--quite. Still, I might have got to love you in time, if--"
"Well, then, try," he said warmly. "Your mother did!"
No sooner had the words slipped out than Pierston would have recalled them. He had felt in a moment that they jeopardized his cause.
"Mother loved you?" said Avice, incredulously gazing at him.
"Yes," he murmured.
"You were not her false young man, surely? That one who--"
"Yes, yes! Say no more about it."
"Who ran away from her?"
"Almost."
"Then I can NEVER, NEVER like you again! I didn"t know it was a gentleman--I--I thought--"
"It wasn"t a gentleman, then."
"O, sir, please go away! I can"t bear the sight of "ee at this moment!
Perhaps I shall get to--to like you as I did; but--"
"No; I"m d----d if I"ll go away!" said Pierston, thoroughly irritated.
"I have been candid with you; you ought to be the same with me!"
"What do you want me to tell?"
"Enough to make it clear to me why you don"t accept this offer.
Everything you have said yet is a reason for the reverse. Now, my dear, I am not angry."
"Yes you are."
"No I"m not. Now what is your reason?"
"The name of it is Isaac Pierston, down home."
"How?"