The hotel where he stopped was more pretentious13 than any he had been previously14 acquainted with. He had never had so much money in his life before, nor had he ever felt called upon to spend it lavishly15. The room he took was—because of what Christina might think—one of the best. He took Christina's suggestion and invited her, her mother and her brother to dinner on several occasions; the remainder of the family had not arrived yet. In return he was invited to breakfast, to lunch and dinner at the bungalow17.
Christina showed on his arrival that she had planned to be with him alone as much as possible, for she suggested that they make expeditions to High Hill, to Bold Face, and The Chimney—three surrounding mountains. She knew of good hotels at seven, ten, fifteen miles distance to which they could go by train, or else they drive and return by moonlight. She had selected two or three secluded18 spots in thickets19 and groves20 where the trees gave way to little open spaces of grass, and in these they would string a hammock, scatter21 their books of verse about and sit down to enjoy the delights of talk and love-making.
Under the influence of this companionship, under cloudless skies and in the heart of the June weather, Christina finally yielded to an arrangement which brought Eugene into a relationship which he had never dreamed possible with her. They had progressed by degrees through all the subtleties22 of courtship. They had come to discuss the nature of passion and emotion, and had swept aside as negligible the conviction that there was any inherent evil in the most intimate relationship. At last Christina said frankly23:
"I don't want to be married. It isn't for me—not until I've thoroughly24 succeeded, anyhow. I'd rather wait—If I could just have you and singleness too."
"I don't know that I exactly want to. I could do with just your love—if you were satisfied. It's you that I want to make happy. I want to give you anything you want."
"Curious girl," observed her lover, smoothing her high forehead with his hand. "I don't understand you, Christina. I don't know how your mind works. Why should you? You have everything to lose if worst came to worst."
"Oh, no," she smiled. "I'd marry you then."
"But to do this out of hand, because you love me, because you want me to be happy!" he paused.
"I don't understand it either, honey boy," she offered, "I just do."
"But why, if you are willing to do this, you wouldn't prefer to live with me, is what I don't understand."
She took his face between her hands. "I think I understand you better than you do yourself. I don't think you'd be happy married. You might not always love me. I might not always love you. You might come to regret. If we could be happy now you might reach the point where you wouldn't care any more. Then you see I wouldn't be remorseful26 thinking that we had never known happiness."
"Oh, I'd care, but not in the same way. Don't you see, Eugene, I would have the satisfaction of knowing that even if we did separate you had had the best of me."
It seemed astounding28 to Eugene that she should talk in this [Pg 161] way—reason this way. What a curious, sacrificial, fatalistic turn of mind. Could a young, beautiful, talented girl really be like this? Would anybody on earth really believe it if they knew? He looked at her and shook his head sorrowfully.
"To think that the quintessence of life should not stay with us always." He sighed.
"No, honey boy," she replied, "you want too much. You think you want it to stay, but you don't. You want it to go. You wouldn't be satisfied to live with me always, I know it. Take what the gods provide and have no regrets. Refuse to think; you can, you know."
Eugene gathered her up in his arms. He kissed her over and over, forgetting in her embrace all the loves he had ever known. She yielded herself to him gladly, joyously29, telling him over and over that it made her happy.
"If you could only see how nice you are to me you wouldn't wonder," she explained.
He concluded she was the most wonderful being he had ever known. No woman had ever revealed herself to him so unselfishly in love. No woman he had ever known appeared to have the courage and the insight to go thus simply and directly to what she desired. To hear an artist of her power, a girl of her beauty, discussing calmly whether she should sacrifice her virtue30 to love; whether marriage in the customary form was good for her art; whether she should take him now when they were young or bow to the conventions and let youth pass, was enough to shock his still trammelled soul. For after all, and despite his desire for personal freedom, his intellectual doubts and mental exceptions, he still had a profound reverence31 for a home such as that maintained by Jotham Blue and his wife, and for its results in the form of normal, healthy, dutiful children. Nature had no doubt attained32 to this standard through a long series of difficulties and experiments, and she would not readily relinquish33 it. Was it really necessary to abandon it entirely34? Did he want to see a world in which a woman would take him for a little while as Christina was doing now, and then leave him? His experience here was making him think, throwing his theories and ideas up in the air, making a mess of all the notions he had ever formed about things. He racked his brain over the intricacies of sex and life, sitting on the great verandas35 of the hotel and wondering over and over just what the answer was, and why he could not like other men be faithful to one woman and be happy. He wondered whether this was really so, and whether he could not. It seemed to him then that he might. He knew that he did not understand himself very clearly; that he had no grasp on himself at all as yet—his tendencies, his possibilities.
These days, under such halcyon36 conditions, made a profound impression on him. He was struck with the perfection life could reach at odd moments. These great quiet hills, so uniform in their roundness, so green, so peaceful, rested his soul. He and Christina climbed, one day, two thousand feet to a ledge37 which jutted38 out over a valley and commanded what seemed to him the kingdoms and the powers of the earth—vast stretches of green land and subdivided39 fields, little cottage settlements and towns, great hills that stood up like friendly brothers to this one in the distance.
"See that man down in that yard," said Christina, pointing to a speck40 of a being chopping wood in a front space serving as a garden to a country cottage fully a mile distant.
"Where?" asked Eugene.
"See where that red barn is, just this side of that clump41 of trees?—don't you see? there, where the cows are in that field."
"I don't see any cows."
"Oh, Eugene, what's the matter with your eyes?"
"Yes," she laughed.
"How wide the earth is and how small we are. Now think of that speck with all his hopes and ambitions—all the machinery43 of his brain and nerves and tell me whether any God can care. How can He, Christina?"
"He can't care for any one particular speck much, sweet. He might care for the idea of man or a race of men as a whole. Still, I'm not sure, honey. All I know is that I'm happy now."
"And I," he echoed.
Still they dug at this problem, the question of the origin of life—its why. The tremendous and wearisome age of the earth; the veritable storms of birth and death that seemed to have raged at different periods, held them in discussion.
"We can't solve it, Eugenio mio," she laughed. "We might as well go home. Poor, dear mamma will be wondering where her Christina is. You know I think she suspects that I'm falling in love with you. She doesn't care how many men fall in love with me, but if I show the least sign of a strong preference she begins to worry."
"Have there been many preferences?" he inquired.
"No, but don't ask. What difference does it make? Oh, Eugene, what difference does it make? I love you now."
"I don't know what difference it makes," he replied, "only there is an ache that goes with the thought of previous experience. I can't tell you why it is. It just is."
She looked thoughtfully away.
"Anyhow, no man ever was to me before what you have been. Isn't that enough? Doesn't that speak?"
"Yes, yes, sweet, it does. Oh, yes it does. Forgive me. I won't grieve any more."
"Don't, please," she said, "you hurt me as much as you hurt yourself."
There were evenings when he sat on some one of the great verandas and watched them trim and string the interspaces between the columns with soft, glowing, Chinese lanterns, preparatory to the evening's dancing. He loved to see the girls and men of the summer colony arrive, the former treading the soft grass in filmy white gowns and white slippers44, the latter in white ducks and flannels45, gaily46 chatting as they came. Christina would come to these affairs with her mother and brother, beautifully clad in white linen47 or lawns and laces, and he would be beside himself with chagrin48 that he had not practised dancing to the perfection of the art. He could dance now, but not like her brother or scores of men he saw upon the waxen floor. It hurt him. At times he would sit all alone after his splendid evenings with his love, dreaming of the beauty of it all. The stars would be as a great wealth of diamond seed flung from the lavish16 hand of an aimless sower. The hills would loom49 dark and tall. There was peace and quiet everywhere.
"Why may not life be always like this?" he would ask, and then he would answer himself out of his philosophy that it would become deadly after awhile, as does all unchanging beauty. The call of the soul is for motion, not peace. Peace after activity for a little while, then activity again. So must it be. He understood that.
Just before he left for New York, Christina said to him:
"Now, when you see me again I will be Miss Channing of New York. You will be Mr. Witla. We will almost forget that we were ever here together. We will scarcely believe that we have seen what we have seen and done what we have done."
"But, Christina, you talk as though everything were over. It isn't, is it?"
"We can't do anything like this in New York," she sighed. "I haven't time and you must work."
There was a shade of finality in her tone.
"Oh, Christina, don't talk so. I can't think that way. Please don't."
"I won't," she said. "We'll see. Wait till I get back."
He kissed her a dozen farewells and at the door held her close once more.
"No, you will forsake me. But remember, dear! Don't you see? You've had all. Let me be your wood nymph. The rest is commonplace."
He went back to his hotel with an ache in his heart, for he knew they had gone through all they ever would. She had had her summer with him. She had given him of herself fully. She wanted to be free to work now. He could not understand it, but he knew it to be so.
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