Eric had a bad week of it; but he determined4 to put an end to it by plain speaking. One evening in the orchard he told her of his love.
It was an evening in August, with wheat fields ripening5 to their harvestry—a soft violet night made for love, with the distant murmur6 of an unquiet sea on a rocky shore sounding through it. Kilmeny was sitting on the old bench where he had first seen her. She had been playing for him, but her music did not please her and she laid aside the violin with a little frown.
It might be that she was afraid to play—afraid that her new emotions might escape her and reveal themselves in music. It was difficult to prevent this, so long had she been accustomed to pour out all her feelings in harmony. The necessity for restraint irked her and made of her bow a clumsy thing which no longer obeyed her wishes. More than ever at that instant did she long for speech—speech that would conceal7 and protect where dangerous silence might betray.
In a low voice that trembled with earnestness Eric told her that he loved her—that he had loved her from the first time he had seen her in that old orchard. He spoke8 humbly9 but not fearfully, for he believed that she loved him, and he had little expectation of any rebuff.
“Kilmeny, will you be my wife?” he asked finally, taking her hands in his.
Kilmeny had listened with averted10 face. At first she had blushed painfully but now she had grown very pale. When he had finished speaking and was waiting for her answer, she suddenly pulled her hands away, and, putting them over her face, burst into tears and noiseless sobs11.
“Kilmeny, dearest, have I alarmed you? Surely you knew before that I loved you. Don’t you care for me?” Eric said, putting his arm about her and trying to draw her to him. But she shook her head sorrowfully, and wrote with compressed lips,
“Yes, I do love you, but I will never marry you, because I cannot speak.”
“Oh, Kilmeny,” said Eric smiling, for he believed his victory won, “that doesn’t make any difference to me—you know it doesn’t, sweetest. If you love me that is enough.”
But Kilmeny only shook her head again. There was a very determined look on her pale face. She wrote,
“No, it is not enough. It would be doing you a great wrong to marry you when I cannot speak, and I will not do it because I love you too much to do anything that would harm you. Your world would think you had done a very foolish thing and it would be right. I have thought it all over many times since something Aunt Janet said made me understand, and I know I am doing right. I am sorry I did not understand sooner, before you had learned to care so much.”
“Kilmeny, darling, you have taken a very absurd fancy into that dear black head of yours. Don’t you know that you will make me miserably12 unhappy all my life if you will not be my wife?”
“No, you think so now; and I know you will feel very badly for a time. Then you will go away and after awhile you will forget me; and then you will see that I was right. I shall be very unhappy, too, but that is better than spoiling your life. Do not plead or coax13 because I shall not change my mind.”
Eric did plead and coax, however—at first patiently and smilingly, as one might argue with a dear foolish child; then with vehement14 and distracted earnestness, as he began to realize that Kilmeny meant what she said. It was all in vain. Kilmeny grew paler and paler, and her eyes revealed how keenly she was suffering. She did not even try to argue with him, but only listened patiently and sadly, and shook her head. Say what he would, entreat15 and implore16 as he might, he could not move her resolution a hairs-breadth.
Yet he did not despair; he could not believe that she would adhere to such a resolution; he felt sure that her love for him would eventually conquer, and he went home not unhappily after all. He did not understand that it was the very intensity17 of her love which gave her the strength to resist his pleading, where a more shallow affection might have yielded. It held her back unflinchingly from doing him what she believed to be a wrong.
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1 aloof | |
adj.远离的;冷淡的,漠不关心的 | |
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2 orchard | |
n.果园,果园里的全部果树,(美俚)棒球场 | |
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3 ballad | |
n.歌谣,民谣,流行爱情歌曲 | |
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5 ripening | |
v.成熟,使熟( ripen的现在分词 );熟化;熟成 | |
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n.低语,低声的怨言;v.低语,低声而言 | |
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v.隐藏,隐瞒,隐蔽 | |
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n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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adv. 恭顺地,谦卑地 | |
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防止,避免( avert的过去式和过去分词 ); 转移 | |
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11 sobs | |
啜泣(声),呜咽(声)( sob的名词复数 ) | |
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adv.痛苦地;悲惨地;糟糕地;极度地 | |
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v.哄诱,劝诱,用诱哄得到,诱取 | |
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adj.感情强烈的;热烈的;(人)有强烈感情的 | |
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