There was an analogy between the hooded9 statues and the spirit of the city. He wanted to see both when they were as they had been before August, 1914. He wanted to see Paris when it was gay, beautiful, carefree, buoyant, volatile10. How much more it would mean to see it so after having seen it as it was now.... Just across from him was a wall upon which was a poster exclaiming, “Abri, 40 places.” He wanted to see Paris without that fear riding its shoulders. He wanted to see it when every fourth or fifth shop had not its shutters11 down in permanence, explained by a sign which gave notice that the closing was by reason of the mobilization.... And yet it was beautiful, compellingly beautiful. Suddenly the certainty came upon him that a people whose genius could have created such a city could not be wrong. He had been told that the genius of the French was rotten at the core, its morals corrupt12. He knew in this moment that it was a lie.... Such a city could not have been produced by a people who were decadent13, who were not of the greatest, the worthiest14 of the earth....
In a moment Andree appeared, in a flimsy dress of light material this time, a dress that came just to her shoe-tops. It made her look even slenderer than he had remembered her to be, and more childish.... He waited for her to speak. She approached almost to his side before she seemed to see him, then she raised her eyes quickly, searchingly, to his face and let them fall again. But he had read anxiety and relief in that flickering15 glance. She shook hands, giving him a trusting little pressure of her fingers.
“You see,” he said, “I promised to come back safe. The boches didn’t get me.”
“It is ver’ well. If the boches keel you I am ver’ angry—me.”
“Have you been lonely for me?”
“Oh!...” she said, and raised her eyes again for an instant. “And you—do you think of me? But, no. You have been très-occupé—ver’ busy.... And you have seen other girls.”
She asked no questions about the front, showed no desire to hear about the affairs of war. Poor child! Like the great multitude of her sisters, she was tired of war, bored with war. In her mind was only one question about the war—when would it end?
“Bert and Madeleine are going to dine with us,” he said.
“That is well.... Monsieur Bert—is he well? And Madeleine? Have you seen her?”
“No.”
“That high yo’ng man!” she said, and laughed. “Oh, it is not nice for you to make fon of me. High.... Tall.... How shall one tell them apart?”
“Don’t try,” Kendall said. Then he laughed at his recollections of her blunders in a strange language. “At what hour do you lift up?” he mimicked17 her.
“I have study English since you have gone away. I know that now. It is not lift up; it is raise up. At what hour do you raise up in the morning. N’est-ce pas?”
“You have studied!” he exclaimed. “I’m proud of you. But you speak English better than I do now.”
“Better than you do French,” she said, with a little grimace18.
“What have you been doing while I was away?” he asked, and asked because he was really curious. He wanted to know something about her life away from him, about her regular routine life. To him now she was a creature that appeared as out of a fog, to disappear again into a fog, untraceable, strange, mysterious. She must do something. She must have a family. She must live in a house and sleep in a bed and take her meals at a table. It must be that she had her friends and her little every-day affairs, different, perhaps, from the every-day affairs of the American girl, but nevertheless taking up the greater part of her life.... He wished he could have the history of one of her days from waking to sleeping, could be present to oversee19 one of her days.
“I have been lonely,” she said. So she always answered, and, it seemed to him, not from any conscious effort to hide her life from him, but rather because when she was with him it was her belief that nothing was of interest to them but each other. It was as if she wanted to shut all the rest of the world out, forget all the world and its business, and remember only themselves and their little moments of happiness together. No, it was not concealment20, it was the exclusiveness of love. “I—many times—I thought you would not come.... And I was sad.” She pressed his arm gently.
They boarded the red car—first class—of the Metro, and it started its rather leisurely21 journey westward22 under the Place de la Concorde and the Champs élysées. Kendall always insisted on riding first class on the subway, though Andree urged it was a scandalous waste of money. One could ride as comfortably second class, or, if the trip were very short, the saving by taking third class was worth one’s while. The car was crowded—women, a few old men in civilian23 clothes, poilus, officers (one with four medals on his breast), Belgians with little gold tassels24 dangling25 from the fronts of their caps, two English soldiers in an advanced state of intoxication26 who recognized Kendall as belonging to a kindred race and shouted joyously27 to him from afar.
“Hey, matey, does this ’ere car git us to the Gare St.-Nizaire?”
Kendall shook his head.
“Needn’t be so dam’ close-mouthed. Speak up like you was a officer and a gen’lman! ’Urrah for America, says I. ’Ear me, Jock? Wi’ a will, Jock.... ’Urrah for America.”
With enthusiasm they cheered for their newest ally, while Kendall blushed with the embarrassment28 of finding himself thus elevated to a place of prominence29. The car laughed joyfully30 and in sympathy with the Britishers. Andree looked up into Kendall’s face and, finding it forbidding, pressed his arm and smiled.
“Beaucoup de zigzag,” she said, philosophically31, as if that explained all and excused all.
It was not until they alighted at the étoile that Kendall was rid of the attentions of his friends, and even there one of them leaned out of the front door as Ken16 descended32 from the rear and shouted: “Give me love to your lidy friend, ol’ top.... ’Urrah for President Wilson....”
Kendall did not regain33 his equanimity34 until they were nearing the apartment; it was the more difficult to regain because he had a feeling that Andree was laughing at him a bit, notwithstanding her grave face. He felt, somehow, that the necessity for maintaining dignity at all times—a foible of American youth—was not to be understood by Andree, and fell under that category of actions which she described as “C’est dr?le.”
Madame the concierge36 greeted them with affability; the big glass door slammed behind them as it always did when Kendall forgot to hold it carefully, and the sound of its slamming echoed hollowly up the stairs.
At the first floor Andree paused and clung to the banister. “Oh, you must have—what you call—?” She made a lifting motion with her hands.
“An elevator?”
“Yes, yes.... Now. At once. Go. Run quickly and fetch an elevator. I shall stay here.”
He made pretense37 of lifting her in his arms.
“No.... No.... I must have an elevator. Oh, you do not get me an elevator.” There was awful despair in her voice. “You do not love me.... No.... Then I shall go away. You are not kind.”
“I’ll get you two elevators. I’ll get you half a dozen, but the elevator-store is closed for the night. You’ll have to wait till morning.”
“Oh, I do not onderstan’. You speak trop vite—much fast. So I shall ron away from you....” And she danced away from him up the stairs, not at all like a young woman, but wholly like a child, with the glee of a child. “Behol’!” she cried, presently. “The clef it is under the mat. I find it. I know where it is hidden. Now I shall come by night and rob you.... I shall carry away everything—everything.”
She handed him the huge key and he opened the door for her and allowed her to pass into the narrow hall. She stopped timidly, waiting for him to enter, peering about as if some danger might lurk38 behind any of the doors. She was very sweet, very dainty....
“Mignonne,” he said, and took both her hands—and then she was in his arms, her lips to his ... and he knew that he loved her, that she had charmed his heart into her keeping—and that he was very glad to have it there.
“You love me?” she whispered.
“Much.... Much.... And you?”
“Oh yes.... I am not solitaire now. Je suis très-joyeuse.”
“You must always be glad. You must always be happy.”
“As long as you love me.”
“I shall always love you.”
“Non!... Non!... It ees not possible. In a day, in a week—I do not know when—you will go away, and I will be sad.”
“I don’t know when I shall have to go, nor where I shall have to go.... It is the war.... But whenever and wherever, I shall love you.”
“It is well—but—but I do not believe you.... Oh, life it is not well! It is our besoin—our need—to find many little minutes. That is the best of life. I know.... Much sadness, much loneliness ... but now and then the little minutes of happiness.”
He was hanging her tam-o’-shanter on the hall tree, then he led her into the salon39 with its bronze statues and its gilded40 furniture, at which she did not wrinkle her nose this time, for she was in serious mood.
“Are you always happy?” she asked.
“I’m not often unhappy.”
“That is ver’ well—yes.... It is not so well as to be happy, but it is better than to be sad.... Me, I am often sad.”
“I’ll put a stop to that. From now on you must be happy.”
“Come—you must sit close to me—ver’ close—so....” She had seated herself by the table and was looking at a magazine, a French periodical filled with pictures of young women in one-piece bathing-suits. “They are ver’ beautiful,” she said, slipping her arm about his neck and pressing her cheek to his. “I should like to be beautiful—yes. That would be well.”
“Vous étes très-jolie,” he protested.
She laughed. “No, but I like you to tell me.... You theenk I am pretty?”
“You bet I do.”
“It is well. Then for you I am pretty, and I am glad.... Also I am ver’ nice, and ver’ wise, n’est-ce pas?”
“You are the cunningest little person that ever lived.”
“Hush!... There is some one. Listen.”
“Bert and Madeleine,” he said, as he heard a key fumbling41 in the door.
“Then I mus’ be ver’ sérieuse—so.” She sat erect42, very primly43, her hands folded in her lap—a very image of gravity and circumspection44. Presently Bert and Madeleine entered the room. The girls shook hands gravely and exchanged a few words. Then Madeleine shook hands with Kendall and Bert with Andree. Everybody must shake hands before matters could proceed. Once disposed of, formality relaxed; the girls chattered45 in French, Madeleine with laughing vivacity46 and many gestures, Andree rather as if she were a bit embarrassed, always searching Madeleine with her eyes as she studied every new-comer into her acquaintance. Her eyes were always studying, studying, but she never disclosed what they told her.
Arlette opened the door of the dining-room very softly and allowed her head to project into the room. She did so very discreetly47 and silently, as if she were afraid of being detected in the act of announcing dinner. She uttered no word, but allowed her head to remain, round and big-eyed, until it should be seen—like the sign of a restaurant making its silent announcement. Kendall caught her eye, and in a twinkling she disappeared with comical haste—a pudgy jack-in-a-box.
“Dinner is served,” Kendall said, “and I’m hungry.”
A fine, thick soup steamed in a huge bowl in the middle of the table, and Arlette watched with big-eyed anxiety while Bert served it. Before any one could taste a spoonful her impatience48 overcame her; she could contain herself no longer.
“It is pea soup,” she said, explosively.
Madeleine laughed, showing her fine white teeth. “It is very good,” she said in French.
“Monsieur Kendall does not like,” exclaimed Arlette, in heartrending accents as she perceived that Ken did not at once address himself to the potage, but sat regarding Andree, forgetful of everything else.
“Oh yes, he does,” said Bert, “but Monsieur Kendall is in love. Presently if he does not eat I shall feed him.... Arlette,” he demanded, severely49, “are you in love with some young man?”
“Ho!...” she exclaimed, and, overcome with embarrassed giggles50, scurried51 out of the room.
“C’est dr?le,” said Andree, judgmatically.
“Is red wine or white wine desired?” Arlette asked from the door.
“Suppose we try a bottle of that Anjou Rose,” said Ken. “I like the color of it.”
“Anjou!” exclaimed Madeleine. “Ah, that is my country. I am born there.... The wine of Anjou it is ver’ well.... I shall go soon to visit in that country—to, if possible, sell a house. Yes. Oh, it is mos’ beautiful.”
Andree regarded her speculatively52, gravely.
“Before the war my father owns the store of the shoes there. There is a yo’ng man work in thees store, and I am ver’ yo’ng. I do not know theengs. Mais non. I am marry thees yo’ng man, but he ees no good—him. My father die, my mother die, and I am orpheline. It ees ver’ bad for me, bicause my oncle and thees yo’ng man they take away the store of the shoes and I have not’ing only thees house. It ees so. Thees yo’ng man he ees ver’ bad; he is not fidèle; also he is mos’ unkind. Then he go to the war, and I never see him since. I theenk he is dead.... It ees ver’ well. But my oncle he lives—but I have not’ing. It is ver’ necessary I mus’ eat, so I come to Paris and work in the store of the shoes.... Now, ver’ soon I go to my country for sell thees house and to have a leetle money.” She shrugged53 her shoulders and laughed. “I do not cry—no, I laugh. Much time I laugh, bicause why not? It is ver’ nécessaire to laugh and be happy. Is it not so, my Bert?”
“Laugh all you like, my dear.”
Andree raised her eyes to Madeleine’s face. “Oh, it ees too bad,” she said. “Thees husban’ and thees oncle they are ver’ wicked.”
Thus encouraged, Madeleine amplified54 her autobiography55 in an avalanche56 of headlong French, while Andree listened unsmilingly and nodded her head now and then, or waggled it a trifle in sympathy or condemnation57 of some related atrocity58.
“You see,” she said to Kendall, “no one is happy. It is so. Life it is not nice—for yo’ng girls.”
“One mus’ theenk not about the sad theengs,” said Madeleine, sententiously. “One mus’ be happy. That ees best. Me—I take what comes.... See, I am ver’ ol’. Oui.... I am twenty-four. So ol’ am I that no man ever want to marry me.... Tiens! I am passée. But still I laugh.... I love Monsieur Bert, and I am happy. One day Monsieur Bert love me no more....” She shrugged her shoulders. “Then I am sad for leetle w’ile.... But another yo’ng man he will love me, perhaps. It ees so. What would you?... If one does not love and is not loved, then there is no happiness, n’est-ce pas?...”
Andree nodded. “When there is no love it is terrible,” she said.
Bert laughed and looked at Kendall. “Aha!” he said. “But, mademoiselle, Ken says you and he do not love each other—that you are just camarades....”
“It was so,” she said, “but now”—she looked at Kendall gravely—“it is so no longer. No.... We love.”
“I said to you,” Madeleine addressed Kendall, “that French girls are not cold. Did I not?”
“But—” Kendall began to expostulate and to explain.
But Madeleine would have none of it. “You are ver’ sérieux, monsieur. Doubtless you are also un religieux!”
“Religieux? What is that?”
“She means in English a monk59,” said Andree, her eyes twinkling. “To wear a brown robe—oui!—and also bare feet and sandals.”
“It must be.” Madeleine laughed delightedly. “For heem to look at a yo’ng girl ees a sin.... See!... See!... He makes to blush. Regard his ear!...”
Andree laughed quietly, meantime studying Kendall’s face with kindly60, twinkling eye. She did not deride61 him, but one could see that she loved to tease him—this incomprehensible foreigner who was so dr?le!
Kendall laughed, too, a bit ruefully, but while he laughed he was thinking, fumbling for Madeleine’s point of view. It was clear to him that the man who was not eager for love could be no man at all—but a monk. It was the only possible explanation. Love was for men and women; continence was for monks62. Well, then? To love might be a sin for a monk, but even on this point she doubtless was lenient63; for a man not to love was a sin. He was not realizing his duty to achieve happiness. Love was love. It was good. It carried no burden of evil.
“The good God—He make the yo’ng man and the yo’ng girl, and He tell them to love.... It is true. Then one must obey the good God,” she said, seriously.
Here was rather a new religion to Kendall, but, somehow, it did not seem absurd, nor did her utterance64 of it touch upon the sacrilegious. She made the statement simply, out of her heart, with simple belief.... He turned to Andree.
“Is that what you think?” he asked.
“Of a certainty—or why did the good God create men and women and love?... I theenk God is happy when He sees a yo’ng man and a yo’ng girl who love each other much.”
“Some philosophy!” said Bert. “I’m for it.”
“But the love—it ees nécessaire....”
“By Jove!...” Kendall exclaimed. “My dear, you’re a nice child.... Bert, she’s good! Get that? Good!... Maybe she’s right, and we’re all wrong.... Morals are a devil of a mix-up. They’re beyond me.... But I know this, and nobody can argue me out of it—these girls are good.”
He spoke65 in English and rapidly. Neither girl could follow him.
Bert laughed. “You take it mighty66 seriously. What’s the matter with you, anyhow?”
“Nothing’s the matter.... But a fellow can think. It’s a big question. We’ve been taught one way—these girls have been taught, or have learned and seen, another way.... Who is right and who is wrong?...”
“Fiddlesticks!” said Bert. “Why worry about it? We’re having the time of our young lives.”
“They’re good,” Kendall repeated to himself.
“Who said they weren’t?”
“All of America.... All the world that we know. And it must be wrong—it must be.”
“Suits me—it’s wrong, then.”
“But—but the way America thinks is right in America. That’s what I can’t understand. Right is right there, and what America thinks is wrong seems to be right over here....”
“What do you speak?... Oh, you speak trop vite. I cannot onderstan’.” Andree made a little face of distress67.
“I was saying that you are a dear child and I love you.”
“It is ver’ well.” She stretched out her tiny hand and patted Kendall’s hand.
Arlette entered with the meat, depositing it on the table and standing35 by with her usual apprehension68. “It is beef,” she said. “Perhaps it is tough!...”
“It is ver’ well,” said Andree.
Arlette sighed with relief and waggled her head.
“But the price, mademoiselle—I ask you to regard the price. One is frightened. It is so. For this so small piece of meat! But messieurs demand the meat. They spend much money, and I am alarmed. I shall be blamed. It is I who make the purchases.... Also the cheese ... and butter. Mon Dieu! The cost! It is frightful69! It is because these American soldiers arrive in France with great wealth in their pockets and spend with the so great freedom that prices rise.... Oh yes. They do not care. They have no regard for money—and in consequence the poor must pay. Can nothing be done to prevent these Americans from making the prices to rise?”
“C’est la guerre,” said Madeleine.
“It is the Americans,” said Arlette, dogmatically. “But one must admit they are generous and of a kindness. I regard messieurs highly. Oui. Ils sont très-gentils.”
“Arlette likes you much,” said Andree. “I theenk she fall in love weeth you, and I am jealous—oh, so jealous. You shall send her away. I will not have her. She is bad—bad. She take you away from me.” And then she laughed low, with a charm that found its way to Kendall’s heart. She was so cunning, so full of little humors and tricks of manner, of moods and delightful70 graces—at one moment grave and wise, at the next playful and gay. One instant she was a woman made wise by sorrow, the next moment she was a child, untouched by anything but joy.... She was wonderful, thought Kendall, there was no one in the world to compare with her....
“We’re going to the Casino de Paris to-night. Coming along?” asked Bert.
Kendall turned to Andree. “Shall we?”
“No. We shall stay here.” She pointed71 downward at the floor with a gesture that was peculiarly her own. “I have not seen you for long.... We shall talk of many theengs.”
“Keep your dictionary handy, Ken,” jeered72 Bert. “There are lots of useful words in it.... Comme ?a: You take the lady’s hand. ‘Mademoiselle, vous êtes—’ Quick the dictionary! Find the first word that fits.... Here it is—look! ‘Charmante.’ Fine! Thus we have a compliment with only a slight interruption. A compliment doesn’t get cold like a dish of soup. It is still good even if we have to look in the dictionary twice. In the course of an evening we can get through a dozen sentences.... You shall talk of many theengs,” he finished, mimicking73 Andree.
“Monsieur Bert—he does not need to speak,” laughed Madeleine. “He is ver’ fonny. écoutez! He says, ‘Je no’ désirez de la potage.’ Oui. Always. One understands what he is about, but it is awful. But yes.... I cannot teach him. No. Past or present, number, person, it is all one for him. He jus’ make words and expects one to understand.... But when he does not speak at all—then he does much better.”
Arlette served the vegetable and the salad, and finally cheese and confiture. “Abricot for Mademoiselle Andree,” she explained, remembering Andree’s preference. Presently they went into the salon where the boys lighted cigarettes. Kendall tendered his case to Andree, who selected one and lighted it daintily.
“I thought you didn’t smoke,” he said, with surprise.
“Only in the house. Nevaire outside,” she said.
Madeleine did not smoke at all. Madeleine began to walk about the room and sing “Madelon,” while Andree looked out of the window and speculated on the characters and peculiarities74 of the occupants of the apartments across the avenue.
The four turned toward the door upon hearing a shuffling75 and a subdued76 giggling77 in the hall. It was Arlette and little Arlette. The child hung back bashfully, while her grandmother shooed her ahead with her apron78.
“I have brought her to see Mademoiselle Madeleine,” she said. “I have told her, and she desires to see.”
The child had seen Andree, but it was necessary that she become acquainted with the entire family, it seemed. It was another shock for Kendall—the idea that fat, respectable, motherly Arlette should take delight in bringing this baby to make the acquaintance of Madeleine!... It was impossible. In America grandmothers would have shut their grandchildren in locked rooms to prevent any contact with a girl about whom they had the knowledge Arlette possessed79 of Madeleine.... Why, Arlette had gotten breakfast for Madeleine in that apartment! Yet she brought the baby to see her, and fairly wriggled80 with delight when Madeleine caught little Arlette up in her arms and kissed her and called her endearing names. The old woman could scarcely contain her pride and delight when Madeleine turned to tell her how pretty the child was!... It was bewildering.
“You must sing,” Madeleine said to Arlette. “I know you can sing many songs. Oh, I have heard. See. Stand you so, and sing.”
So little Arlette stood erect and lifted her little chin without embarrassment and sang, while her grandmother, in the door, waggled her head and kept time by a ponderous81 swaying of her body.... Little Arlette ran to Kendall, always her favorite, and crawled between him and Andree, who had seated herself beside him. She insinuated82 her arm about his neck and pressed her cheek to his, while she intrusted a hand to Andree to be held.
“Mignonne!” said Andree, tremulously.
“Good efening, sirr,” said little Arlette, suddenly, and her grandmother giggled83 in the very great pride of hearing this English spoken.
“Aha!” said Kendall, “you study English.... She is getting ready to go back to America with me. Yes, indeed. I have asked for her hand. We are sweethearts, aren’t we, Arlette?”
“Yes, monsieur,” she said, very seriously.
“You love me very much?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“You learn to cook and to sew and all the things a wife should know?”
“Yes, monsieur.... When shall we go to this America? Is it America of the North or of the South?”
“Of the North, petite....”
“Oh, my uncle was once in America of the South.”
“It is not quite the same. But it is just as nice. Really. Shall we take grandma with us when we go?”
“If monsieur desires.”
She was very serious and grown-up in her manner; even then there was something feminine, something of the woman in her, for she turned her face toward Andree with eyes that seemed to say: “You see. He is mine. It is no use for you to try to steal him from me.”
Andree made pretense to draw away from her and to cry. “You are ver’ naughty,” she said from between her fingers. “You steal away my sweetheart. Oh, what shall I do?... What shall I do?”
Little Arlette smiled out of a great satisfaction at this discomfiture84 of a rival, and openly kissed Kendall.
“Now, come,” called Arlette. “You must not bother monsieur. Say good night.”
So little Arlette shook hands all around, and backed out of the door, throwing kisses and waving her tiny hand, a dainty little fairy, a very breath of sweetness and purity.... And her grandmother had not thought it amiss to bring her to see Madeleine—for whom she had gotten breakfast....
“If we’re going to the Casino—” said Bert to Madeleine, and got to his feet. “Sure you won’t come?” he said to Andree.
“Merci,” said Andree, positively85.
“See you later, then.... Good night.”
In a moment the door closed behind Bert, and Madeleine and Kendall were alone with Andree.... Somehow he had never felt the sensation of being alone with her as he felt it now. On other occasions he had been alone merely with a girl he knew, was somewhat interested in; now he was alone with Andree, whom he loved, who loved him.... He was alone with her as a man would be alone with his wife in his home. It was very sweet, wonderful, and yet he was disquieted86. There were things he did not understand. Chief of all he did not know what Andree was thinking, what she was intending. Second in importance, he did not know what he himself was intending.... He put the thought away from him, even though he realized that their relations had reached some sort of climax87.... He would allow that climax to approach unurged. When it arrived he would meet it....
“The sun puts itself to bed,” Andree said, using the French locution.
“I’ll light the lights,” he replied, and, walking to the windows, closed the heavy iron shutters and drew the curtains as the law required him to do before he illuminated88 the room. He was glad of something to do to cover the awkwardness he felt in those first moments.
“Sit by me,” she said, softly.
She was not embarrassed, was, indeed, perfectly89 normal, unexcited, at ease; her manner was very gentle, very sweet. Her every look, every gesture, seemed to declare her love and her joy in his love. There was a quiet assurance in her manner; the sure trace of present happiness which would not tolerate a shadow on this night.... She was her own self, dainty, genuine, wonderfully appealing. It seemed as if she had lived all her life for this moment so that she could unfold under the touch of the marvel90 of love and become wholly admirable.... She was beautiful, as was fitting, beautiful with the loveliness that can come only from a soul not warring with the laws of God. Untroubled by doubt or question, she reassured91 him, gave him renewed confidence in her goodness, her rightness, her purity.... Her moment of happiness had come to her, and she looked into the brightness of it with unwavering eyes that saw nothing to fear, nothing to conceal—saw only love.
He sat beside her and she nestled close to him, touching92 his hand, lifting her deep-shadowed eyes to his—and then she smiled.
“Mignonne!” he whispered, tenderly.
“Tell me,” she said. “Say it—quickly.”
“I love you,” he responded, and she sighed softly, closing her eyes, and was silent. So still was she that he might have fancied her asleep but for the pressure of her fingers upon his own. After a time she spoke again:
“It is well—ver’ well—to love.”
“Yes.... But—you are not afraid. Do you remember the last time you were here you cried? You were afraid.”
“I have not fear—no. Then I cried because I was not certain.... I was making up my mind. I have made up my mind, and so I have no fear.... Oh, I was ver’ solitaire.... But we mus’ not theenk of that now—only of ourselves. Is it not?... And be happy. We must be ver’ happy—every little second we must be happy ... while it lasts.”
“While it lasts? What do you mean?”
“Nothing. We mus’ speak of that—not at all. We mus’ speak only of love and happiness—and of how sweet is the world and to be alive—together.”
“It is sweet,” he said, unevenly93, moved as he had never been moved before. “You are sweet ... and good.”
Doubt, self-accusations, uneasiness, inhibitions, were swept from him by a flood of tenderness. The world was right; Andree was right; love was right. Nothing mattered but Andree and himself. It was their universe, of which they were masters, with none to forbid. Happiness was their right; it might not be denied them. The future was the future, but to-night was to-night, and little moments of happiness were the gift of Heaven....
“You love me?” he demanded.
“I am here,” she said, simply.
His arms were about her, her lips were upon his lips; he knew his own moment of happiness. “You are here ...” he whispered. “You are here....”
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