Odd was walking through the woods, the sunshine of home and hope in his blood, his mood of resolute3 success tempered by no more than just a touch of trembling.
In the distance lay the river, a glitter here and there beyond the tree trunks; the little landing-wharf where he had first seen Hilda was no doubt still unchanged and worth a pilgrimage on some later day, but now he must take the most direct way to the Priory; he had only arrived an hour before, but a minute’s further delay would be unbearable4. This day must atone5 for all the past failure of his life, and make his autumn golden. He walked quickly, following, he remembered, almost the same path among the trees that he and Hilda had gone by that night, ten years ago; the memory emphasized the touch of trembling. To dwell on her dearness made fear tread closely. The gray stone wall wound among the woods, Peter caught sight of it, and, at the same moment, of the fluttering white of a dress beyond it that made his heart stand still.
He could not have hoped to find Hilda here with no teasing preliminaries, no languid mother or sulky father to mar6 the fine rush of his onslaught.
Such good luck augured7 well, for—yes, it was Hilda walking slowly among the trees—and at the clear sight of her, Peter wondered if the breathing space of a conventional preliminary would not have been better, and felt that he had exaggerated his own courage in picturing that conquering impetuosity.
She wore no hat, and her head drooped8 with an air of patient sadness. Her hands clasped behind her, she walked aimlessly over the falling leaves and seemed absently to listen to their rustling9 crispness as her footsteps passed through them. There was a black bow in the ruffled10 bodice, and with her black hair she made on the gold and gray a colorless silhouette11.
Odd jumped over the wall, and, as he approached her, the rustling leaves under his feet, their falling patter from the trees, seemed to fill the air with loud whisperings. Hilda turned at this echo of her own footfalls, and Odd could almost have smiled at the weary unexpectancy of her look transformed to a wide gaze of recognition. But his heart was in a flame of indignant tenderness, for, all chivalrous12 comprehension conceded, Katherine’s confession13 had been cruelly tardy14 and Hilda’s face was pitiful. She stood silent and motionless looking at him, and Odd, as he joined her, said the first words that came to his lips.
“My child! How ill you look!”
The self-forgetful devotion of his voice, his eyes, sent a quiver across her face, but Odd, seeing only its frozen pain, remembered those stabbing words: “You are cruel and weak and mean,” which she had spoken with just such a look, and any lingering thought of a fine onslaught was nipped in the bud.
“I may speak to you?” he asked.
Hilda, for her own part, found it almost impossible to speak; she wanted to throw herself on his breast and weep away all the gnawing15 loneliness, all the cruel doubts and bitter sense of guilt16. The sight of him gave her such joy that everything was already half forgotten—even Katherine; even Katherine—she realized it and steeled herself to say with cold faintness—
“Oh, yes;” adding, “you startled me.”
“So thin, so pale, such woful eyes!” He stood staring at her.
“You—don’t look well either,” she said, still in the soft cold voice.
“I should be very sorry to look well.”
Peter was adapting himself to reality; but if the impetuous dream was abandoned, the courage of humbler methods was growing, and he could smile a little at her.
“Hilda, I have a great deal to tell you. Will you walk with me for a little while? It is a lovely day for walking. How beautiful the woods are looking.”
“Beautiful. I walk here a great deal.” She looked away from him and into the golden distance.
“And you will walk here now with me?” he asked, adding, as the pale hesitation17 of her face again turned to him, “Don’t be frightened, dear, I am not going to force any solution upon you; I am not going to try to make you think well of me in spite of your conscience.”
Think well of him! As if, good or bad, he was not everything to her, and the rest of the world nowhere! Hilda now looked down at the leaves.
“And here is Palamon,” said Peter, as that delightful18 beast came at a sort of abrupt19 and ploughing gallop20, necessitated21 by the extreme shortness of his crumpled22 legs, through the heaped and fallen foliage23. “He remembers me, too, the dear old boy,” and Palamon, whose very absorbed and business-like manner gave way to sudden and smiling demonstration24, was patted and rubbed cordially in answer to his cordial welcome.
“It must seem strange to you being here again after such a time,” said Odd, when he and Hilda turned towards the river, Palamon, with an air of happy sympathy, at their heels. The river was invisible, a good half-mile away, and the whispering hush25 of the woods surrounded them.
“It doesn’t seem strange, no,” Hilda replied; “it seems very peaceful.”
“And are you peaceful with it?” All the implied reserves of her tone made Peter wonder, as he had often wondered, at the strength of this fragile creature; for, although that conviction of having wronged another was accountable for her haggard young face, the crushed anguish26 of her love for him was no less apparent in the very aloofness27 of her glance.
“I feel merely very useless,” she said with a vague smile.
“I have seen Katherine, Hilda.” Odd waited during a few moments of silent walking before making the announcement, and Hilda stopped short and turned wondering eyes on him.
“It was at Amalfi. She had just received your letter, and she sent for me; she had something to say to me.” Hilda kept silence, and Odd added, “You knew that she was on a yachting trip?” Hilda bowed assent28. “And that Allan Hope is of the party?”
“I heard that; yes.”
“And that he and Katherine are to be married?”
Here Hilda gave a little gasp29.
“She doesn’t love him,” she cried. Odd considered her with a disturbed look.
“You mustn’t say that, you know. I fancy she does—love him.”
“She did it desperately30 after you had failed her; after I had robbed her.”
Odd was too conscious of the possibility of a subtle half-truth in this to assert the bold unvarnished whole truth of a negative.
Hilda’s loyalty31 lent a dignity to Katharine’s most doubtful motives32, a dignity that Katherine would probably contemplate33 with surprise, but accept with philosophic34 pleasure.
Had Hilda indeed robbed her unwittingly? Had he failed her long before her deliberate breach35 of faith? He had, she said, shown his love for Hilda, and would she have turned to Lord Allan’s more facile contentment had she been sure of Peter’s?
Delicate problem, without doubt. His mind dwelt on its vexatious tragic36-comic aspect, while he stared almost absently at Hilda.
Certainly his disloyalty had been unintentional, guiltless of plot or falsehood; and Katherine’s was intentional37, deceitful, ignoble38. It would be possible to shock every chord of honor in Hilda with the bold announcement that Katherine had been engaged when she came to Paris, and that her cruel triumph had been won under a lying standard.
And that shock might shatter forever, not the sense of personal wrong-doing, but all responsibility towards one so base, all that brooding consciousness of having spoiled another’s life. Katherine had abandoned the position, and poor Hilda had merely stumbled on its vacant lie.
Yet Odd felt that there might be some ignoble self-interest in showing the ugly fact with no softening39 circumstances; circumstances might indeed soften40 the ugliness into a dangerously tragic resemblance to despairing disappointment. Hilda would be horribly apt to think more of the circumstances than of the fact. Odd was consciously inclined to think the fact simply ugly, inclined to believe that the irksomeness of his growing disapproval41, rather than the loss of his love, had led Katherine to seek a more amenable42 substitute; but with a sense of honor so acute as to be hardly honest, Peter put aside his own advantageous43 surmises44, and prepared to give Katherine’s story from a most delicate and selected standpoint. Strict adherence45 to Katherine’s words, and yet such artistic46 chivalry47 in their setting that even Katherine would find her sacrifice at Hilda’s altar painless.
“You shall have her own words,” he said, after a long pause. He felt that the inner trembling had grown to a great terror. He became pale before the compelling necessity for exaggerated magnanimity.
To lose his own cause in pleading Katherine’s loomed48 a black probability, yet in his very defeat he would prove himself not unworthy of Hilda’s love; neither cruel nor mean nor weak. Ah! piercing words! At least he could now draw them from their rankling49. And as they walked together he told Katherine’s story, lending to it every charitable possibility with which she herself could not honestly have invested it.
When he had done, taking off his hat, for his temples were throbbing50 with the stress of the recital51, and looking at Hilda with an almost pitifully boyish look, he had emphasized his own unconscious revelation of his love for Hilda, emphasized that hint of broken-hearted generosity52 in Katherine, he had hardly touched on her lie to Allan or on the glaring fact that she had made sure of him before giving Peter his freedom. The soreness that the revelation of Katherine’s selfishness had made between them so soon after their engagement, he had not mentioned.
Hilda walked along, looking steadily53 down. Once or twice during the story she had clutched her clasped hands more tightly, and once or twice her step had faltered54 and she had paused as though to listen more intently, but the white profile with its framing eddies55 of hair crossed the pale gold background, its attitude of intense quiet unchanged.
The silence that followed his last words seemed cruelly long to Odd, but at last she lifted her eyes, and meeting the solemn, pitiful, boyish look, her own look broke suddenly into passionate56 sympathy and emotion.
“Peter,” she said, standing57 still before him, “she didn’t love you.”
“I don’t think she did.” Odd’s voice was shaken but non-committal.
“Perhaps she loved you more than she could love any one else,” said Hilda.
“Yes; perhaps.”
Hilda’s hands were still clasped behind her, and she looked hard into his face as she added with a certain stern deliberateness—
“I don’t believe she ever loved anybody.”
Odd was silent. He had not dared to hope for such a clear perception.
“She was very cruel to me,” said Hilda, after a little pause, and her eyes, turning from his, looked far away as if following the fading of a lost illusion.
“I don’t think she ever cared much for me either,” she added.
“Not much; not as you interpret caring.”
Peter kept the balance with difficulty, for over him rushed that indignant realization58 of Katherine’s intrinsic selfishness.
“No; I could not have been so cruel to her, not even if she had robbed me of you.” It was the most self-assertive speech he had ever heard her utter.
“No; you could not have been so cruel to her,” he repeated, “not even loving me as you did and as she did not.”
There was a pause, a pause in which it seemed to Odd that the very trees stretched out their branches in breathless listening, and Hilda said slowly—
“But that doesn’t make what I did less wrong. I was as weak, as disloyal, as though Katherine had loved us both as much as I thought she did.”
“And I as cruel, as weak, as mean?” Odd asked.
“Ah, don’t!” she said, with a look of pain. “You have redeemed59 yourself,” she added, “and have made me more ashamed.”
“Then I have made a miserable60 failure of my attempt.”
“No, no; you have not.”
The river was before them now, and the woods sloped down to its curving band of silver. They both stood still and looked at it, and beyond it at the gentle stretches of autumnal hill and meadow.
“Dear Peter,” said Hilda gently. He looked down at her and she up at him, putting her hand in his, but so gravely and quietly that the tender little action conveyed nothing but a reminiscence of the child of ten years ago.
So, holding hands, they were both still silent, and again they looked at the river, the meadows, and the blue distance of the hills. Palamon, after running here and there, with rather assumed interest, his nose to the ground, came and sat down before them with an air of dignified61 acquiescence62 and appreciative63 contemplation. In the woods the sudden, sad-sweet twitter of a bird seemed to embroider64 the silence with unconscious pathos65.
“O Peter!” said Hilda suddenly, on a note as impulsive66 and as inevitable67 as the bird’s. He looked at her and put his arms around her, saying nothing.
“Oh!” said Hilda, “I cannot help it. I love you too much, dear Peter. Everything else may have been wrong, but it is right to love you.”
He took her face between his hands and looked at her.
“Everything else would be wrong.”
“Then kiss me, Peter.”
He gave himself the joy of a delicious postponement68.
“Not till you tell me that you see that everything else would be wrong.” But the kiss was given before her answer.
“I trust you, and you must know.”
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