"Oh, oh, oh!" Densher softly murmured.
"Yes, yes, yes." But she broke off. "Come to Lady Wells."
He never budged--there was too much else. "I"m to propose it then--marriage--on the spot?"
There was no ironic sound he needed to give it; the more simply he spoke the more he seemed ironic. But she remained consummately proof.
"Oh I can"t go into that with you, and from the moment you don"t wash your hands of me I don"t think you ought to ask me. You must act as you like and as you can."
He thought again. "I"m far--as I sufficiently showed you this morning--from washing my hands of you."
"Then," said Kate, "it"s all right."
"All right?" His eagerness flamed. "You"ll come?"
But he had had to see in a moment that it wasn"t what she meant.
"You"ll have a free hand, a clear field, a chance--well, quite ideal."
"Your descriptions"--her "ideal" was such a touch!--"are prodigious.
And what I don"t make out is how, caring for me, you can like it."
"I don"t like it, but I"m a person, thank goodness, who can do what I don"t like."
It wasn"t till afterwards that, going back to it, he was to read into this speech a kind of heroic ring, a note of character that belittled his own incapacity for action. Yet he saw indeed even at the time the greatness of knowing so well what one wanted. At the time too, moreover, he next reflected that he after all knew what _he_ did. But something else on his lips was uppermost. "What I don"t make out then is how you can even bear it."
"Well, when you know me better you"ll find out how much I can bear."
And she went on before he could take up, as it were, her too many implications. That it was left to him to know her, spiritually, "better" after his long sacrifice to knowledge--this for instance was a truth he hadn"t been ready to receive so full in the face. She had mystified him enough, heaven knew, but that was rather by his own generosity than by hers. And what, with it, did she seem to suggest she might incur at his hands? In spite of these questions she was carrying him on. "All you"ll have to do will be to stay."
"And proceed to my business under your eyes?"
"Oh dear no--we shall go."
""Go?"" he wondered. "Go when, go where?"
"In a day or two--straight home. Aunt Maud wishes it now."
It gave him all he could take in to think of. "Then what becomes of Miss Theale?"
"What I tell you. She stays on, and you stay with her."
He stared. "All alone?"
She had a smile that was apparently for his tone. "You"re old enough--with plenty of Mrs. Stringham."
Nothing might have been so odd for him now, could he have measured it, as his being able to feel, quite while he drew from her these successive cues, that he was essentially "seeing what she would say"--an instinct compatible for him therefore with that absence of a need to know her better to which she had a moment before done injustice. If it hadn"t been appearing to him in gleams that she would somewhere break down, he probably couldn"t have gone on. Still, as she wasn"t breaking down there was nothing for him but to continue. "Is your going Mrs. Lowder"s idea?"
"Very much indeed. Of course again you see what it does for us. And I don"t," she added, "refer only to our going, but to Aunt Maud"s view of the general propriety of it."
"I see again, as you say," Densher said after a moment. "It makes everything fit."
"Everything."
The word, for a little, held the air, and he might have seemed the while to be looking, by no means dimly now, at all it stood for. But he had in fact been looking at something else. "You leave her here then to die?"
"Ah she believes she won"t die. Not if you stay. I mean," Kate explained, "Aunt Maud believes."
"And that"s all that"s necessary?"
Still indeed she didn"t break down. "Didn"t we long ago agree that what she believes is the princ.i.p.al thing for us?"
He recalled it, under her eyes, but it came as from long ago. "Oh yes.
I can"t deny it." Then he added: "So that if I stay--"
"It won"t"--she was prompt--"be our fault."
"If Mrs. Lowder still, you mean, suspects us?"
"If she still suspects us. But she won"t."
Kate gave it an emphasis that might have appeared to leave him nothing more; and he might in fact well have found nothing if he hadn"t presently found: "But what if she doesn"t accept me?"
It produced in her a look of weariness that made the patience of her tone the next moment touch him. "You can but try."
"Naturally I can but try. Only, you see, one has to try a little hard to propose to a dying girl."
"She isn"t for you as if she"s dying." It had determined in Kate the flash of _justesse_ he could perhaps most, on consideration, have admired, since her retort touched the truth. There before him was the fact of how Milly to-night impressed him, and his companion, with her eyes in his own and pursuing his impression to the depths of them, literally now perched on the fact in triumph. She turned her head to where their friend was again in range, and it made him turn his, so that they watched a minute in concert. Milly, from the other side, happened at the moment to notice them, and she sent across toward them in response all the candour of her smile, the l.u.s.tre of her pearls, the value of her life, the essence of her wealth. It brought them together again with faces made fairly grave by the reality she put into their plan. Kate herself grew a little pale for it, and they had for a time only a silence. The music, however, gay and vociferous, had broken out afresh and protected more than interrupted them. When Densher at last spoke it was under cover.
"I might stay, you know, without trying."
"Oh to stay _is_ to try."
"To have for herself, you mean, the appearance of it?"
"I don"t see how you can have the appearance more."
Densher waited. "You think it then possible she may _offer_ marriage?"
"I can"t think--if you really want to know--what she may _not_ offer!"
"In the manner of princesses, who do such things?"
"In any manner you like. So be prepared."
Well, he looked as if he almost were. "It will be for me then to accept. But that"s the way it must come."
Kate"s silence, so far, let it pa.s.s; but she presently said: "You"ll, on your honour, stay then?"
His answer made her wait, but when it came it was distinct. "Without you, you mean?"