The young Quality Street set with whom John played and danced talked itself into a state of romantic feeling about her. There was competition in fanciful suggestions. One was that twenty of them should become a committee and move in a body on the mansion. What could the ogre do then? Only of course nothing so overt4 could really be done. Besides, that would be too serious, not mad enough, and the prisoner might turn out badly. Nobody knew what kind of person she was. Whatever they did should be something to which she assented5 beforehand.
The suggestion that did at length unite all silly young heads was this. They would give her a party. That was a natural thing to do. She was a New Damascus girl, wasn’t she? There was no reason in the world why they shouldn’t give her a party. It was[132] perfectly6 feasible in social principle. The difficulties, as an engineer would say, were merely technical. They were awkward nevertheless. How should they ask her? And if she were unable to bring herself, as would certainly be the case, how should they get her? They appealed to John. He was responsive. It appealed to his spirit of reckless frivolity7. He undertook offhand8 to bring Agnes Gib to a party. It might take some time. He would tell them when and where.
First he made a reconnaissance of the enemy’s position. It had its vulnerable points, one of which was an Irish gardener with a grouch9 on the place. Beginning with him and working in, John proceeded to corrupt10 the Gib menage. He learned that Agnes was confined to that part of the mansion in which her mother had been immured11. She was not permitted to go out, except to walk in the grounds with a woman who was Gib’s servant, not hers, and performed the office of a gaoler.
In time he succeeded in getting a note to the prisoner. In it he said simply that she was desired to come to a party. There was no answer.
He sent a second note. The party he had mentioned before was one proposed to be held in her honor. There would be introductions, then supper and dancing, informal but all very correct and duly chaperoned. Still no answer.
He sent a third note in which for the first time he recognized deterrent12 circumstances. However, all difficulties should be overcome. She had only to consent.[133] Then a way would be found. The young set of New Damascus was very anxious to get acquainted with her, hence this friendly gesture. To this was returned a note, unsigned, as follows:
“Miss Gib thanks Mr. Breakspeare and his friends and regrets to say she cannot come.”
That was more or less what John by this time was expecting. He was not discouraged, but he needed light on the young person’s character and it occurred to him in this need to explore Gearhard the blacksmith, her grandfather. He melted the hoary13 smith’s ferocity of manner, which was but a rickety defence of the heart, by taking him headlong into the plot with an air of unlimited14 confidence. Gearhard at first worked his bellows15 furiously and stirred the fire in his forge, pretending to be angrily absent. But the strokes of the sweep-pole gradually diminished, the fire fell, the bellows collapsed16 with a rheumatic commotion17, and he stood in his characteristic attitude of contemplation, listening. When he spoke18 his voice was remote and gentle.
“She won’t,” he said. “That’s all there’s into it. She’s as proud as that bar of steel.”
Youth understands its own. It knows the chemistries of impulse and how to challenge them. Curiosity overcomes pride, shyness and fear; and if it be touched through the arc of vanity all else is forgiven, for the desire of youth to be liked for itself alone, in the sign of its personableness, is a glowing passion.
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What followed was absurd. Youth delights in high absurdities19. It has a way with them that wisdom pretends to have forgotten. Away wisdom! You spoil the cosmic sorceries.
John sent another note.
It was to this effect. At the south boundary where the boxwood grew he would be waiting Thursday evening. She would have only to come straight on fifty paces more instead of turning in her walk at that point as her habit was, and the frolic would begin.
There was no answer. He expected none. But on Thursday evening he was there. From where he stood behind the boxwood he could see all that part of the grounds in which she walked. She appeared at the usual time, attended by a powerful looking woman who disliked exercise and made heavy work of it. Their relations were apparently20 hostile. They never spoke. The girl was supercilious21; the woman grim. After a while the woman sat on an iron bench. The girl walked to and fro. Twice she came within a stone’s throw of the boxwood and turned back. Once she stood for several minutes, looking slowly up and down the boundary line of hedge and stone, and at the sky, and all around, with a wilful22 blind spot in her eye. She did not for an instant look seeingly at the spot her mind was focussed on. Yet John, who watched her, knew she sensed his presence there. That was all that happened. She presently went in without notice to the woman, who saw her going toward the house and followed.
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John sent another note. A second time he waited. This time she changed her walk in oblique23 relation to the boxwood and finished it without the slightest glance or impulse in that direction.
There was a third time. And that was different. On the first turn she came closer to the boxwood than ever before, closer still on the second turn, and then, when the gaoler woman had become inert24 on the bench, she came within speaking distance and sat on the grass.
“We are here,” said John.
“Who are we?” she asked.
“I am their deputy,” he said. “Constructively they are here. Naturally, all of us couldn’t come at one time and—” He stopped. She wasn’t the kind of girl he was expecting. She embarrassed his style.
“And hide in the hedge,” she said, finishing his sentence. “Why not? It wouldn’t be any less rude if twenty did it.”
“That isn’t fair,” he said. “We don’t mean to be rude. We only want to get you out.”
“You think I couldn’t get out by myself if I wanted to?”
“Yes,” he said. “That’s what we thought. It’s so, isn’t it?”
She framed a reply, but withheld26 it, or, rather, she bit it in two and threw it away, symbolically27. It was a clover stem. She sat on her feet, bent28 over, plucking at the grass, with an occasional glance at the woman on the bench.
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“Do you think it’s nice to spy on a girl as you have been doing?” she asked.
“Very nice,” he said, to tease her.
“And is this the way you get girls for your parties?”
“May we drive up to your door and ask for you there?”
“You may.”
“Then will you come?”
“No, I won’t be home.”
“Why not?”
“I won’t. That’s why not.”
“Do you dislike parties?”
“Yes.”
“Do you hate people?”
“I hate people who feel sorry for me.”
“Do you wish me to go away?”
“Not if you like what you are doing.”
“I’m not doing this because I like doing it,” he answered. “I’m doing it because I was asked.”
“Oh,” she said.
“They felt—I mean, they had this friendly impulse to give you a party. They didn’t know how to get you and asked me to manage it. Now what shall I say to them? Shall I say you hate parties and wish them to mind their own business?”
“Tell them what you like,” she said. “I can’t talk to you any longer,” she added. “It will be noticed.”
“I won’t tell them anything,” he said. “But I’ll be here a week from tonight at this time if it doesn’t rain, and the week after that if it does, and every week for[137] the rest of the summer until you say positively29 you will not come.”
“Haven’t I said that?” she asked.
“No.”
Silly!... Silly!... Silly!...
That was what John kept saying to himself without subject or predicate. It was the way he felt. The situation was absurd. His part in it was ludicrous. They were all a lot of sillies,—save one. What he really minded was the sense of having come off badly with her. She was not the wistful, longing31 prisoner people imagined her to be. He could not make out precisely32 what she was. She was under restraint. Not only had she not denied this; she had treated it as a fact. But her attitude seemed to be simply that it was nobody’s business. Meddling33 was unwelcome. And such puerile34 interference as he represented had been treated as it deserved, with high disdain35. Never had he met a girl with so much bite and tang. Well, however, it was not all to the bad. She might have cut him away clean. Instead, she had left it as it was.
“I think she will come,” he said to his friends.
“Have you seen her?” they asked.
“Yes. I’ve talked to her.”
“Oh, what is she like?”
“Like a grain of salt,” he said, rather absently.
At this several girls looked at him anxiously, and although they pretended to be as keen as ever for the[138] party, even more than before, still, misgivings36 assailed37 them and secretly their enthusiasm fell. John was an unenclosed infatuation on which everyone had rights of commonage. Numbers preserved him. And here he was keeping tryst38 with a girl they knew nothing about. It was not his fault. But it was too romantic.
Another thing youth knows is that there are sudden, leaping, dare-me-not moments, wild moments of yes, in which the most improbable events come naturally to pass. It did not rain Thursday. John waited in the boxwood. She came slowly, in the magnetized direction, went back, returned, loitered about for some time, then sat on the grass again.
“I feel a perfect fool,” he said.
“Oh, do you?” she retorted, and with not another word she rose and walked away.
Whistling softly John departed. It became interesting. Thursday he was there again, and so was she.
“Then why do you do it?” she asked, resuming the conversation at the point where she broke it, as if a week had not elapsed.
“I’ve told you why,” he said. “Can you see me?”
“No.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I didn’t. Only that you said you would be,” she answered.
“That meant last Thursday,” he said.
“Do you mean to annoy me like this all summer?”
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“As long as you will come to talk with me,” he said.
“Or until I say positively I won’t come to the party. That’s what you said before.”
“Will you come?” he asked.
So they went on in a spirit of banter40, touching41 invisible strings42, attending less and less to the meaning of words and more to the language of sound.
Scientists ask: Is there such a thing as biactinism?—vital animal magnetism43, producing an effect apart from itself with no mechanical means of transmission? Is personality radio-active? Does the human organism possess the property of radiating an influence capable of acting44 at a distance upon another human organism? Ask youth.
The barrier gave way the next week.
John dwelt as usual in the boxwood. The girl was tardy45. Portent46 one. She wore a pretty dress and high heeled French boots. Portent two. She was on terms of amiability47 with the gaoler woman. Portent three. It was a musky, August evening, coming twilight. For half an hour or more she walked in an aimless, listless way, stopping, starting, plucking here and there a flower until she had a handful, and then with steps unhurried, with still an air of sauntering, she came straight on.
“Oh, here you are,” she said, in the cool, entrancing way youth has of doing an audacious thing.
“I’ll have to hand you down,” said John.
Below them in the road, twenty paces off, a horse and buggy waited.
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