“Well, I never!” she whispered. “Wot liberties ter taik wiv a lady!”
She drew away from him in pretended haughtiness4, tilting5 her chin into the air.
Some one yawned. “Good Lord! We must have been mad.”
Disenchantment spoke6 in the complaining voice. They turned. The rest of the party were awake, looking bored and fretful.
“I’m aching for some sleep,” Fluffy7 sighed; “I know I’m going to quarrel with some one. It was you and your wretched Cynaras did this for us, Horace. If I’m not in bed in half-an-hour, I’ll never speak to you again.”
“Why mother, where’s King?” Desire noticed the absence of Mr. Dak.
“If he’s wise, he’s walking back to New York,” Vashti said; “but I think he’s outside, directing the driver.—We certainly were mad. I am tired.”
A discontented silence settled down. Teddy wished that they all would close their eyes and leave him alone with Desire. She was like a wild thing when others were watching; beneath her stillness he could detect her agitation8 lest he should betray to others that he loved her.
“You’re not cross, too—are you?” he whispered. “Are you, Princess?”
She shook her head. “You made a splendid pillow.”
She gave him no encouragement, so he sank into himself. He tried to recapture his sensations of the night In his dreams he must have been conscious of her; they must have gone together on all manner of adventures. He blamed himself for having slept; if he had kept his vigil, what memories he would have had.
The car halted. The door was opened by Mr. Dak. White and soft as a swan’s breast, gleaming in the early morning sunlight, lay a rolling expanse of unruffled country. Distant against the glassy sky mountains shone imperturbably9, like the humped knees of Rip Van Winkles taking their eternal rest.
Mr. Dak beamed with pride. He seemed to be claiming all the credit for the stillness and whiteness, and most especially for the low-roofed farmhouse10, with its elms and barns, and its plume11 of blue smoke curling up hospitably12 into the frosted silence. He was pathetically eager to be thanked. He looked more like a maiden-aunt than ever.
As the company tumbled out, their self-ridicule was heightened by the patent unsuitability of their attire13. The men in their silk-hats and evening-dress, the women in their high-heeled shoes and dainty gowns looked dishonest and shallow apart from their environment.
“Damn!” said Fluffy, giving way to temperament14 “I want to hide.”
Horace attempted comfort. “You’ll feel better when you’ve had breakfast.”
“I shan’t. I shan’t ever feel better. You oughtn’t to have brought me. You know I’m not responsible after midnight.”
“But you were so keen on waking in the country.”
She swept by him indignantly up the uncleared path, kilting her skirt. “Could I wake when I haven’t slept?”
In the door a young man was standing15—a very stolid16 and sensible young man. He wore oiled boots and corduroy breeches; he was coatless; his sleeves were rolled up and, despite the cold, his shirt was unbuttoned at the neck. In an anxious manner Mr. Dak was explaining to him the situation. As the others came up he was introduced as Sam; he at once began to speak of breakfast.
“I don’t want any breakfast,” Fluffy pouted17 ungraciously; “all I want is a place to lie down.”
Sam eyed her rather contemptuously—the way a mastiff might have looked at Twinkles.
“The wife’s bathing the babies; but I daresay it can be managed.” He stepped back into the hall and shouted, “Mrs. Sam! Mrs. Sam!”
Mrs. Sam appeared with a child in her arms, which she had hastily wrapped in a towel. She was a wholesome18, smiling, deep-breasted young woman, with a face as placid19 as a Madonna’s. Three beds were promised and the ladies immediately retired20.
“Cross, aren’t they?” said Sam, before the last skirt had rustled21 petulantly22 up the stairs.
“Rather,” Horace assented23.
“It’s to be expected,” said Mr. Dak.
“Expected! Is it?” Sam scratched his head. “Well, all I can say is if a woman doesn’t choose to be agreeable, she can go somewhere else, as far as I’m concerned.”
It was a rambling24 old house, paneled, many-windowed, and full of quaint25 furniture. The room in which breakfast was set was a converted kitchen, with shiny oak-chairs and a wide open-fireplace in which great logs blazed and crackled. It was cheerful with the strong reflected light thrown in by the newly laundered26 landscape. From the next room came the rumble27 of farm-hands talking; as the door opened for the maid to bring in dishes, the smell of baking bread and coffee entered. When the guests had seated themselves, their host became busy about serving.
“I used to be a bit wild myself,” he said. “I knew Broadway as well as any man. But it made me tired—there’s nothing in it. If you want to be really happy, take my advice: settle down and have babies.”
Mrs. Sam returned. Having dressed the fair-haired mite28 she was carrying, she gave it into her husband’s care. He took it on his knee and commenced spooning food into its mouth. Drawing nearer to the fire, she set about bathing her youngest. Teddy watched her as she stooped to kiss the kicking limbs, laughing and keeping up a flow of secret chatter29. Neither she nor her husband apologized for this intimate display of domesticity. Sometimes he caught her quiet eyes. They made him think of his mother’s. Try as he would, he could not prevent himself from comparing her with the women upstairs. Old standards, odd glimpses of his own childhood flitted across his memory. “These people are married,” he told himself. How foolish the cynicisms of last night sounded now!
“So I ran away from towns and the women they breed; I became a farmer and married her,” Sam was saying. “I don’t reckon I did so badly.”
When the meal was ended, Mr. and Mrs. Sam excused themselves and went about their work. Mr. Dak lit a cigar; before the first ash had fallen, he was nodding.
Horace and Teddy drew up to the logs, toasting themselves and sitting near together. There was a distinct atmosphere of disappointment. They glanced at each other occasionally, saying nothing. It was an odd thing, Teddy reflected—the men whom he met at Vashti’s apartment rarely had anything to say to each other. They met distrustfully as the women’s friends. They never talked of their interests or displayed any curiosity; yet most of them were distinguished30 in their own line and would have been knowable, if met under other circumstances.
Horace glanced up and spoke abruptly31 in a lowered voice. “When I was at Baveno one summer, I ran across an old man. He had a cottage in a vineyard half a mile up the hill, overlooking Maggiore. He came every year all the way from Madrid to photograph the view from his terrace. He thought it the most beautiful view in the world, and was as jealous of letting any one else share it as if it had been a woman. He had taken thousands of pictures of it, all similar and yet all different He was always hoping to get two that were alike; but the light on snow-mountains is fickle32. I suppose he was a little cracked. He had fooled away his career, and was old and hadn’t married. When he went back to Madrid, it was only to earn money so as to be able to return and to take still more photographs next year.—Can you guess why I’ve told you?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Because we’re like that—you and I. We let a woman who’s as unpossessable as a landscape, become a destructive habit with us. You’re not very old yet, but you’ll find out that there are women in the world who can never be possessed33. There’s only one thing to do when you meet one—run away before she becomes a habit.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit cowardly?” Teddy objected.
“In her heart every woman wants to marry and be like—— Well, like Mrs. Sam was with those kiddies.”
“Go on believing. It’s good that you should believe it. But don’t put your belief to the test.” Horace leant forward and tapped him on the knee. “Go back to England while you can.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do. Fluffy isn’t discreet34 over other people’s affairs. You’ve fallen in love with a dream, my boy—with an exquisite35, unrealizable romance. Keep your dreams for your work; don’t try to find ’em in life—they aren’t there. Look what’s happened this morning through following a dream into the daylight. Here we sit, a pair of foolish tragedies in evening-dress, while our ideals are sleeping off their tempers upstairs.”
When Teddy frowned and didn’t answer, Horace smiled. “I know how it is. I’ve been through it. You oughtn’t to get angry; anything that I’m saying applies twice as forcibly to myself. Look here, Gurney, your affection for Desire is made up of memories of how you’ve loved her. She’s given you nothing. That isn’t right. Neither she, nor her mother, nor Fluffy know how to——”
“Desire——”
“No. Hear me out There are women who never take a holiday from themselves. They’re too timid—too selfish. They’re afraid of marrying; they distrust men. They’re afraid of having children; they worship their own bodies. They loath36 the disfigurement of child-bearing. All their standards are awry37. They regard the sacredness of birth as defilement—think it drags them down to the level of the animals. They make love seem ugly. They’ve got a morbid38 streak39 that makes them fear everything that’s blustering40 and genuine. Their fear lest they should lose their liberty keeps them captives. They’re slaves of freedom, starving their souls and living for externals. Because they’re women, their nature cries out for men; but the moment they’ve dragged the soul out of a man their weak passion is satisfied. They have the morals of nuns41 and the lure42 of courtesans. They’re suffocating43 and unhealthy as tropic flowers.—I’ve been at it too long, but I want you to get out while you can.”
All this was spoken in the whisper of a conspirator44 lest Mr. Dak should be aroused. It was as though Horace had raised a mask, revealing behind his bored good-humor a face emaciated45 with longings47. Teddy wanted to be angry—felt he ought to be angry; but he couldn’t. “I’d rather we didn’t discuss Desire,” he said coldly. “You see, my case is different from yours. I intend to marry her.”
“My dear boy, it’s not different; I was no more a trifler than you are—I intended to marry Fluffy. I gave up a good woman—a good woman who’s waiting for me now. But I’m like that old man at Baveno; the unpossessable haunts me. I’ve been infatuated so long that I can’t break myself of the habit. But you haven’t. You’re young, with a life before you. For God’s sake go back to the simple good people—the people you understand. Your mother wasn’t a Desire, I’ll warrant; if she had been, you wouldn’t be her son. A man commits a crime against his children when he willfully stoops below his mother to the girl he worships. Desire’ll never belong to you, even though you marry her. She’s not of your flesh. Her pretty, baby hands’ll tear the wings off your idealism. She won’t even know she’s doing it. You’ve made your soul the purchase-price of love, while she—she commits sacrilege against love every hour.” He gripped him by the arm. “Cut loose from her while there’s time. She doesn’t know what you’re offering.”
“Shish!” Mr. Dak was sitting up, a finger pressed against his mouth.
Some one stirred behind them. In the middle of the room Desire was standing. Her hands were clasped against her breast as though she held a bird. Through the windows the purity of the snow-covered country formed a dazzling background for her head and shoulders. The gold in the bronze of her hair glistened48. She might have been posing for a realist painting of the immaculate conception. There was a misty49, pained looked in the grayness of her eyes—an eloquence50 of yearning51.
“Teddy.”
That was all. It was the second time. It meant more than if she had held out her arms to him. Her clear, lazy voice, speaking his name, seemed to mark the end of evasion52. He went to her without a word. There was the heat of tears behind his eyes and a swollen53 feeling in his heart. The passion she had roused in him at other times sank into gentleness.
The things that Horace had been saying were true—he knew it; but if his love could reach her imagination, they would prove them false together. What was the good of love if it couldn’t do that? Probably Hal had thought to do the same for Vashti, and Horace for Fluffy—all the men who had loved in vain had promised themselves to do just that; but they hadn’t loved with sufficient obstinacy—with sufficient courage.
He helped her into her wraps. They passed out into the gold and silver landscape. It was like entering into a new faith—like leaving deceit behind. Merriness was in the air. Birds fluttered out of hedges, making the snow glitter in their exit. From farms out of sight, roosters blew shrill54 challenges, like trumpeters riding through a Christmas faeryland. Humping their knees against the horizon, mountains lay hushed in their eternal rest.
There was scarcely a sound save the crunch55 of their footsteps. At a turn, where the lane descended56 and the house was lost to sight, she drew closer. “You may take my arm if you like.”
He thrilled to the warmth of it. His fingers closed upon the slimness of her wrist. Their bodies came together, separated and came together with the unevenness57 of the treading.
She laughed softly. “It’s like a legend. It’s ever so much better than our other good times.”
“I’m glad you think that.” He pressed against her. “We’ve always talked across hotel-tables and in theatres; we’ve always been going somewhere or doing something up till now. We’ve never met only to be together. It was a little vulgar, wasn’t it, buying all our pleasures with money?”
“A little, and stupid when we had ourselves.”
They spoke in whispers; there was no one to hear what they said.
“Horace was persuading you to go away?”
“Yes.”
“Because of me? He was right. Are you going?”
“Never.”
“You ought to go. I’m—I’m glad you’re not going.”
On they went, heedless of direction. At times their lips grew silent, but their hearts twittered like birds. They did not look at each other. Strange that they should be so shy after so much boldness! When one saw some new beauty to be admired, a hugging of the arm would tell it.
They came to a wood—an enchanted58 place of maple59 and silver birch. The squirrel’s granary was full; there was no sound of life. It was a sylvan60 Pompeii frozen in its activities by the avalanche61 from the clouds. Trees stood stiffly, like arrested dancers, sheathed62 in their scabbards of burnished63 ice. Boughs64 hung heavy with snow blossoms. Scrub-oak and berries of winter-green wrought65 mosaics66 of red and brown on the silver flooring. Over all was the coffined67 stillness of death. Here and there a solitary68 leaf shone more scarlet69, like the resurrection hope of a lamp kept burning in the hollow of a shrine70. It was a forsaken71 temple of broken arches. Summer acolytes72, with their flower-faces, no longer fidgeted on the altar-steps. The choir73 of birds had fled. The sun remained as priest and sole worshiper. Night and morning he raised the host to the wintry tinkling74 of crystal bells. Down a far vista75, as they plunged76 deeper, their attention was held by a steady brightness—a pond which glowed like a stained-glass window. By its withered77 sedges they sat down.
“It’s like—-”
“Yes, isn’t it?”
“I was a little girl then. Meester Deek, was I a dear little girl?”
“The dearest in the world. Not half so dear as you are now.”
“Ah, you would say that; you’re always kind. If—if you only knew, I was much dearer then.”
He was holding her hand. Slowly he unbuttoned her glove. She watched him idly. He drew it off and raised the slender fingers to his lips.
“You always told me I had beautiful hands.”
He kissed the fingers separately and then the palm, which was delicate as a rose-leaf.
“And don’t miss the little mole78 on the back; mother used to say that it told her when I had been bad.”
So he kissed the little mole on the back as well. Curious that he should take so little, when his heart cried out for so much! His head was swimming. He felt nothing, saw nothing but her presence.
“I wouldn’t have let you do that once,” she whispered.
In the long silence that followed, the snow-laden trees shivered, muttering their suspense79. Each time he tried to meet her eyes, she looked away as though his glance scorched80 her.
“My dear! My dearest!”
She did not answer.
“I love you. I’ve always loved you. I can’t live without you. You’re more to me than anything in the world.”
“Don’t say that” Her voice trembled. “It’s terrible to love people so much; you give them such power to hurt you. I might die, or I might love some one else, or——”
“But you don’t—you wouldn’t.”
His arm stole about her neck. Like a child fondling a child, he tried to coax81 her face towards him. He yearned82, as if his soul depended on it, to rest his lips on hers. She smiled, closing her eyes in denial. As he leant out, she turned her face swiftly aside. He kissed her where the little false curl quivered.
“Oh, Meester Deek, why must you kiss me? Where’s the good of it? Can’t we be just friends?”
“All my life I’ve loved you,” he pleaded hoarsely83. “Doesn’t it mean anything to you? Care for me a little—only a little, Desire. Say you do, and I’ll be content.”
“I’m not good,” she whispered humbly84. “You don’t know anything about me; and yet you’ve seen what I am. My friends are all so gay; I like them to be gay. And I want to be an actress; and I live for clothes and vanities. You’d soon get sick of me if we married.—Dear Meester Deek, please let’s be as we were. I’ve tried to spare you because I don’t love you so as to marry you. I couldn’t give up my way of living even for you. I never could love you as you deserve.”
“But you do love me,” he urged. “Look at the way we’ve gone about together. I’ve never tired you, have I? If I had, you wouldn’t have wanted to see me so much. You must love me, Desire.” Then, in a voice which was scarcely above a breath, “I would ask so little if you married me.”
“You dear fellow!”
She laid her cool cheek against his, trying to give comfort for what she had done. Their bodies grew hushed, listen-ing for each other. The wood, with its snow-paved aisles85 and arcades86 of twisted turnings, became a white cathedral in, which their hearts beat as one and worshiped.
“You do love me, Princess.”
“I’m cold,” she whispered mournfully. “I’m trying to feel what I ought to be feeling, but I can’t. I’m disappointed. God left something out when He made me. If only you weren’t so fine, but—— My dear, you’re better than any man I ever met. I couldn’t be good the way you are, and I’m ashamed to be worse. Sometimes I’m almost bitter against you for your goodness. My beautiful mother.—I’m all she has. And there’s your family. I haven’t any. I’ve missed so much. Surely you under-stand?”
“Darling, I want to make it all up to you. I want to give you everything.”
“And I—I can give you nothing.” She closed her eyes tiredly. “I’m so young—so young. I don’t think I want to be married. So much may happen. If we married, everything would be ended; there’d be nothing to dream about. We’d know everything.” Her face moved against his caressingly87. “But it is so sweet to be loved.”
He laughed softly. “You will marry me, Princess. You will. One day you’ll want to know everything. I’ll wait till you’re ready.”
She let him draw her to him. Her eyelids88 drooped89. She lay in his arms pulseless. The silkiness of her hair trembled against his forehead.
“Give me your lips.” His voice was thirsty.
She did not stir.
“Just this once.”
She rested her hands on his shoulders. The moist sweet mouth shuddered90 as he pressed it. He clung to it; an eternity91 was in the moment. He was drinking her soul from the chalice92 of her body. Gently she pushed him from her. It was over—this ecstasy93 to which all his life had been a preface.
She crumpled94 forward, her knees drawn95 up, burying her face in her hands.
He was dizzy. The world swung under him.
“I’m not crying,” she panted brokenly. “I’m not glad, and I’m not sorry. No one ever kissed me like that.—Oh, please don’t touch me. I ought to send you away forever.”
He knelt beside her, conscience-stricken. It was as if he had done her a great wrong. Passion was tossed aside by compassion96. As he knelt, he kissed timidly the quivering hands which hid her eyes from him.
“Forgive me, my darling. You couldn’t send me away. I shall never leave you.”
“Poor you! There’s nothing to forgive.” It was a little child talking. Making bars of her fingers, she peered out at him. “If I let you stay, will you promise not to blame me—never to think I’ve led you on when—when I don’t marry you?”
“I won’t blame you,” his voice was strained and husky, “but I’ll wait for you forever.”
“Will you? All men say that.” She shook her head wisely. “I wonder?”
She tidied her hair. It gave him a thrilling sense of possession to be allowed to watch her. When he had helped her to rise, he stooped to brush the snow from her. Suddenly he fell to his knees in a wild abandon of longing46, and reverently97 kissed the hem1 of her gown.
“Meester Deek, don’t. To see you do that—it hurts.”
They walked through the wood in silence, retracing98 their old footsteps. At the point where it was lost to sight, they gazed back, hand-in-hand, to the sacred spot where all had happened. The snow would melt; they might come in search of the place one day—they might not find it. Would they come alone or together? Their hands gripped more closely; the present at least was theirs.
The storm of emotion which had rocked them, had left them exhausted99. They had said so much without words; the eloquence of language seemed inadequate100. Each thought as it rose to their lips seemed too trifling101 for utterance102.
As they turned from the wood into the road, she began to whistle softly. He listened. Memory set the tune103 to words:
“So, honey, jest play in your own backyard,
Don’t mind what dem white chiles say.”
“I can’t bear it.”
She glanced at him sidelong. “Now, old dear, h’if I wants ter whistle, why shouldn’t I?”
“It’s as though you were telling me, I don’t want you.’ You sang it in the Park that night.”
“But she doesn’t want him, perhaps. There! But she does a little. Does that make him feel better? Come, let’s be sensible. You don’t recommend love by getting tragic104. Take my arm and stop tickling105 my hand. I’m going to ask you a question.—Hasn’t there ever been another girl?”
“Never, upon my——”
“You needn’t be so fierce in denying. I didn’t ask you whether you’d killed anybody.”
“I believe you almost wish there had been another girl” She shrugged106 her shoulders. “My darling mother was before me—you forgot that. But I don’t mind her.”
“I think,” he said, smiling at the mysticism of the fancy, “I think I must have been loving you even then. Yes, I’m sure it was the you in her, before ever I knew you, that I was loving.”
She glanced at him tauntingly107. “I’m afraid I’ve not been so economic; you’ll hate me because I haven’t. Shall I tell you about all my lovers?”
“I won’t listen.”
But she insisted. Whether it was truth or invention that she told him, he could not guess. All he knew was that, having lowered her barriers, she was carefully replacing them for her defense108. Her way of doing it was to make him suspect that he was only an incident in a long procession; that all this poetry of passion, which for him had the dew on it, had been experienced by her already; that she had often watched men travel through weeks and months from trembling into boldness; that Love to her was the clown in Life’s circus and that she was proof against the greed of his mock humility109.
“For God’s sake, stop!”
“Why?” Her tone was innocent of offense110.
“If it’s all true, this isn’t the time to confess it.”
“Confess it! D’you think I’m ashamed, then?” She withdrew her arm. “Thank you, I can walk quite nicely by myself.”
He tried to detain her. She shook him off and ran ahead. As he followed, his eyes implored111 her. She did not turn. Between the white cage of hedges she whistled her warning,
“So, honey, jest play in your own backyard.”
He wondered how any one so beautiful could be so cruel. She seemed to regard herself as a shrine at which it was ordained112 that men should worship, while her right was to view them with neither heat nor coldness. “Slaves of freedom”—Horace’s words came back.
He caught up with her. “Why did you tell me? I didn’t mean to speak crossly.”
“Didn’t you?”
“I didn’t, really. I’m sorry. But why did you tell me?”
“Because I wanted to be honest: to let you know the kind of girl I am. And because,” her eyes flooded, “because you’re the first man who ever kissed me like that and—and I didn’t want to let you know it—and I wish I hadn’t let you kiss me now.”
She didn’t give him her lips this time. With her face averted113, she lay trembling in his arms without a struggle. While his lips wandered from her hair to her cheeks, to her throat, she seemed unconscious of what he was doing. “I do like being kissed by you,” she murmured.
“You’re so fragrant114, so soft, so sweet, so like a lily,” he whispered.
Her finger went up to her mouth. “Am I fragrant? That isn’t me. That’s just soap.”
She sprang from his embrace laughing; he joined her in sheer gladness that their quarrel was ended.
As they came into sight of the farmhouse she insisted that he should behave himself.
“But you’re walking further away from me,” he objected, “than you would from a stranger you’d only just met. No wonder Horace thinks you don’t care for me.”
“Well, and who said I did?” She slanted115 her eyes.
“Oh, well—— But before other people, I wish you wouldn’t ignore me so obviously. It makes me humiliated116.”. “That’s good for you.”
Mr. Sam was splitting logs by the wood-pile. He laid down his ax and came towards them.
“You’ve missed it,” he chuckled117. “We’ve had a fine old row. They’ve queer notions of enjoying themselves, your city folks.—Has anything happened! I guess it has. When Golden-Hair got through with her snooze, she came down and started things going. She wanted to know whose fault it was that she had a head-ache, and whose fault it was she’d come here, and a whole lot besides. Her beau told her straight that he’d had enough of it, and got the car out. Mr. Dak seemed frightened that it would be his turn next; he said he was going too. So they all piled in, quarreling like mad, a regular happy little party. Daresay they’re still at it.”
“But what about us?” Desire looked blank. “How do we get back?”
“No need to, unless you’re in a hurry. There’s plenty of room; we’ll be glad to have you. But if you must go, there’s a station ten miles distant; I can get the sleigh out.”
Teddy tried to persuade her to stay a day longer. The country was changing her. Who knew what a few more walks in the silver wood might accomplish? New York meant Fluffy, life jigged118 to rag-time, and the feverish119 quest for unsatisfying pleasures.
She laid her head on her shoulder and winked120, like a knowing little bird. She understood perfectly121 what the country was doing for her.
“In these clothes,” she asked, “and borrow the hired man’s tooth-brush? And leave my dear mother alone, and Fluffy to cry her poor little eyes out? And run the risk of what people would think when we both came creeping back? I guess I’d have to marry you then, Meester Deek. No, thanks.”
So at four o’clock, as the dusk was drawing a helmet of steel over the vagueness of the country, the sleigh was brought round. There were farewells and promises to come again; the twinkling of lanterns; the jingling122 of harness; the babies to be kissed; the quiet eyes of the mother who had found happiness; the atmosphere of sentiment which kindly123 people create for half-way lovers; then the last good-by, the steady trot124 of the horses, and the tinkling magic of sleigh-bells. Romance!
“You like babies, Meester Deek? If ever I were married, I’d like to have a baby-girl first. They’re so cuddly125 and dear to dress.”
He tucked the robe round her warmly and held it against her chin to keep the cold out. His free hand was clasped in hers. Then he let go her hand and slipped his arm about her, and found her hand waiting for him on the other side.
“Better and better,” she murmured contentedly126, “and it isn’t the day we’d planned. I feel so safe with you, Meester Deek—far safer than I ought to if I loved you. You won’t say I led you on, will you? You won’t ever?”
“Never,” he promised.
“That’s what the sleigh-bells seem to say. ‘Never! Never! Never!’ as though they were telling us that this is the end.”
“To me they don’t say that.” His lips were against her cheek. “To me they say, ‘Forever. Forever. Forever.’”
The moon, gazing down on them, recognized him and smiled. The stars clapped their hands. Even the mountains, which had slept all day, uncrouched their knees and sat up in bed to look at them. Farmhouse windows, across the drifted whiteness, blinked wisely, speaking of home and children, and an end of journeys. Sometimes she drowsed with the swaying motion. Sometimes when he thought her drowsing, her eyes were wide.
“What are you thinking, dearest?”
“Isn’t dear enough?”
“Not now.”
“It ought to be—— What was I thinking? I was wondering: could a girl make a man whom she liked very much believe that she loved him? Would he find her out?”
“He’d find her out But liking’s almost loving sometimes.”
“I haven’t kissed you yet. I’ve only let you kiss me. Have you noticed?”
“Yes.”
“When I kiss you, Meester Deek, without your asking, you’ll know then.”
“Kiss me now.”
She shook her head. “It would be a lie.”
Once she said, “Shall we be horrid127 to each other one day like Horace and Fluffy?” And, when he drew her closer for answer, “I wonder why I let you do it. It’s so hard not to let you; you kiss so gently—I guess every girl loves to be loved.”
When they came to the station he had to wake her. In the train she slept. He scarcely removed his eyes from her. Behind the window he was aware of the shadowy breadth of river, the steep mountains, and the winking128, swiftly vanishing lights of towns. It was a return from faery-land, with all the pain of returning. He wasn’t sure of her yet, and he had used all his arguments. Was it always like that? Did girls always say “No” at first? He feared lest in the flare129 and rush of the city he might lose her. He dreaded130 the casualness of their telephone engagements—the way she fitted him into the gaps between her pleasures. He wanted to be first in her life—more than that: to be dearer to her than her body, than her soul itself. The permission which she gave him to love her, without hope of reciprocity, was torturing. He would not own it to himself, but at the back of his mind he knew that it was not fair.
Once more they were fleeing up Fifth Avenue; night was polluted by the glare of lamps.
“It isn’t the same,” she whispered. “It’s somehow different.”
“We’ve seen something better and got our perspective.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she laughed. “New York has its uses.”
She sat up as they swung into Columbus Circle, and seemed to forget him. She was watching the hoardings for the announcements of October, seeing whether Janice Audrey’s name had been blotted131 out.
Already she was slipping from him. The silver wood—had it ever existed? If it had, had they ever walked there? It seemed a dream created by his ardent132 fancy, too kind and generous for reality.
He leant towards her; she drew away from him. “No more pilfering133.”
“Our good times are always coming to an end,” he said sadly.
She smiled at his tone of melancholy134. “And beginning; don’t forget that But I do wish it were last night.”
“You do! Then, you do wish it could last forever? Dear little D., if you chose, you could make it last.”
“Not forever. If anything lasted forever it would make me tired.—Hulloa, here we are.”
He helped her to alight The pavement had been swept; there was no excuse for carrying her.
“I live here,” she reminded him as he tried to touch her hand; “so let’s behave ourselves.”
She was settling back into the old rut of reticence135, thinking again more of appearances than affection; even employing her old phrases to defend herself.
They stepped from the elevator and she slipped her key into the latch136. He was trying to think of one final argument by which he might persuade her.
As the door pushed open, they halted; there was a sense of evil in the air. Desire clutched his arm for protection. They listened: panting; a chair falling; silence. Then the panting recommenced.
“Mother!”
The struggle stopped.
Teddy rushed across the hall to the front-room. He tried to keep Desire back. Vashti was stretched upon the couch, white as death, breathing hard, and exhausted. Her hair had broken loose and lay spread like a shawl across her breast. Mr. Dak was standing over her, his hands clenched137. His collar was crumpled and had burst at the stud. His tie was drawn tight, as though it had been used to strangle him.
Desire threw herself down beside her mother, kissing her wildly and smoothing back her hair. “Oh, what is it? What is it, dearest? Tell me.”
She leant her face against her mother’s to catch the words. Springing to her feet, she glared at Mr. Dak.
“You low beast.” Her white virago138 fist shot up and struck him on the mouth. “You little swine. Get out.”
In the hall, as Teddy was seeing him off the premises139, Mr. Dak commenced a mumbling140 defense. “What did she suppose I thought she meant? I wanted to marry her, but she wouldn’t. If she didn’t mean anything, what right had she to let me spend my money trotting141 her round?” From the dim-lit room came the terrible sound of sobbing142. Desire met him on the threshold. “She’s only frightened. She wants you to help her to bed.”
Outside the bedroom door Vashti took his face between her hands. “Thank God, there are good men in the world.” He waited for Desire. All tenderness had become a trap. She nodded to him sullenly143, “Good-night.” Then, flam-ing up, “Fluffy’s right. All men are beasts, I expect.”
The bedroom door shut. He switched off the lights and let himself out.
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tilting
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agitation
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plume
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hospitably
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temperament
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pouted
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wholesome
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retired
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mite
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chatter
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distinguished
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abruptly
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possessed
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exquisite
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loath
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awry
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morbid
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streak
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blustering
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nuns
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lure
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suffocating
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conspirator
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emaciated
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longing
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longings
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misty
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eloquence
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yearning
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evasion
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swollen
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shrill
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crunch
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descended
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unevenness
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enchanted
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maple
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sylvan
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avalanche
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sheathed
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burnished
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boughs
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scarlet
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shrine
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suspense
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tragic
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tickling
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latch
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virago
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