WEEKS passed and she had not gone to Merwin’s. For a while Eldridge watched her face and waited for the Merwin look to come.... Then he forgot it—for weeks he did not think of it. There had been another concert; they had gone to a play and then to another; and as the spring came on he took her for long drives into the country; sometimes they went with the children, but more often alone. They drove far out in the country and came back at early dusk, the brick houses softly outlined about them.
She could not fail to see that he was devoted1 to her. Sometimes he brought a flower and left it on her table; he never gave it to her directly, and there was no response to it. Beyond the one quiet look at the concert, she had given no sign—only that now she would sit with him silent, a long time, as if she did not repel2 him.
He was working hard and the business had grown. A new class of clients was coming to him—men with big interests—and the work often kept him late at the office. Sometimes he would take supper in town and work far into the evening.
It was late in June that he came home one night and found her sitting alone in the porch—a shadowy figure—as he came up the brick walk.
The day had been warm, but the air had grown cool now and the moon glimmered3 over the houses and roofs and on the few trees and shrubs4 in the yard.
They sat a long time in the porch, talking of the children and of the work he had stayed for and a little about going away for the summer; they had never been away in the summer, but they were going next week. He had tried to send her earlier, when the children were through school, but she had waited, and he had arranged for them all to get away together.
The moon rose high over the roofs and picked out the little lines of vines on the porch and touched her face and hair. She was wearing a light dress, something filmy, that was half in shadow, and his eyes traced the lines of it. She was always mysterious, but often now as he looked at her he felt that her guard was down. There were only a few steps more to cross—he began to wonder if he should ever take them—to-night perhaps? Or was he not, after all, the man to win her?
She did not hold him back. It was something in him that waited. He watched, through the moonlight, the vine shadows on her face—and he remembered the night when she lay asleep—and he had watched her face—the stranger’s face—close to him... and a boy and girl stood in the moonlight and looked at him mistily—and drew back—and his wife swayed a little, rocking in her chair, and her shadow moved on the floor....
If he should speak—to her—now—what would she do? Would the gentle rocking cease?...
Then, slowly, a face grew before him. He watched it shape and fade—with its grimness and kindness and a look of pain that lay behind it—old Barstow’s face!... He knew now—he had come out of the moonlight.... To-morrow he would speak to Rosalind—face to face, in the clear light of every day.... The wonder of life was hidden in the sun—not in half lights—or moonlight.... He was not afraid now. They would go for a long drive—and he would tell her in the sun.
But when he looked at her in the morning he knew that he was not to take her with him out into the country. It was the Merwin look—a little look of quiet intentness as if she dreamed and would not wake....
He looked at it and turned away. He had not seen the look for weeks, but he knew that he should find her there when he pushed open the swinging doors and went in.
The curtains were drawn5 a little back and he knew, before he sat down, that she was there—waiting for some one.... He had never seen her like this—he had not been sure. He had put the thought from him when it came. But now he knew—she was there waiting for some one, full of happiness.... He knew her so well! She could not have a happiness he did not share—and no one should hurt her! His hands half clinched6.
He had not thought she would come—again.... Why had she come? And this was his day—under the sky!... He had not thought this day she would come to Merwin’s!
Then he waited with her. Whatever Rosalind chose—she should not separate herself from him—or from love.... He would wait with her and be glad with her.... The strange face—the moonlight face—did not shut him out now....
The swinging doors opened and closed and the man and the woman waited.
The curtains to her alcove7 were closed; she had reached a hand to them and drawn them together.... But she could not shut herself away; he could see her as clearly as if he were there with her—the bent8 head and gentle face. The curtains should not shut him out.
He could not have told when it was that it came to him—He lifted his head a minute and looked at it.... She was there waiting for some one—she had been waiting, a long time, in her alcove—and he had not stirred!
He got up slowly and looked across to the green curtain—He moved toward it—and put out his hand and—drew back the curtain.... She was looking up, smiling—“You were—a long time!” she said.
Her hand motioned to the seat across the table—but he did not take it. He stood looking down at her—He laid his hat on the table and bent and kissed her.
Her lip trembled a little but she did not speak.
He sat down in the chair opposite and looked at her——-“Well—?” he said.
She shook the tears from her eyes and smiled through them. “It was a long while!” she said.
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| v.（尤指两人）互相紧紧抱[扭]住( clinch的过去式和过去分词 )；解决（争端、交易），达成（协议） | |
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