"Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me,
—Shakespeare.
All round one side of Brooklyn, and edging on to the retired3 butcher's country residence, or rather what he is pleased to term, with a knowing jerk of the thumb over his right shoulder, his "little villar in the south," stretches a belt of trees, named by courtesy "the wood." It is a charming spot, widening and thickening toward one corner, which has been well named the "Fairies' Glen," where crowd together all the "living grasses" and wild flowers that thrive and bloom so bravely when nursed on the earth's bosom4.
On one side rise gray rocks, cold and dead, save for the little happy life that, springing up above, flows over them, leaping, laughing from crag to crag, bedewing leaf and blossom, and dashing its gem-like spray over all the lichens5 and velvet6 mosses7 and feathery ferns that grow luxuriantly to hide the rugged8 jags of stone.
Here, at night, the owls9 delight to hoot10, the bats go whirring past, the moonbeams surely cast their kindest rays; by day the pigeons coo from the topmost boughs11 their tales of love, while squirrels sit blinking merrily, or run their Silvios on their Derby days.
Just now it is neither night nor garish12 day, but a soft, early twilight13, and on the sward that glows as green as Erin's, sit Molly and her attendant slave.
"The reason I like you," says Molly, reverting14 to something that has gone before, and tilting15 back her hat so that all her pretty face is laid bare to the envious16 sunshine, while the soft rippling17 locks on her forehead make advances to each other through the breeze, "the reason I like you,—no,"—seeing a tendency on his part to creep nearer, "no, stay where you are. I only said I liked you. If I had mentioned the word love, then indeed—but, as it is, it is far too warm to admit of any endearments18."
"You interrupted me," says Miss Massereene, leaning back comfortably and raising her exquisite22 eyes in lazy admiration23 of the green and leafy tangle24 far above her. "I was going to say that the reason I like you so much is because you look so young, quite as young as I do,—more so, indeed, I think."
"It is a poor case," says Luttrell, "when a girl of nineteen looks older than a man of twenty-seven."
"That is not the way to put it. It is a charming and novel case when a man of twenty-seven looks younger than a girl of nineteen."
"How much younger?" asks Luttrell, who is still sufficiently25 youthful to have a hankering after mature age. "Am I fourteen or nine years old in your estimation?"
"Don't let us dispute the point," says Molly, "and don't get cross. I see you are on for a hot argument, and I never could follow even a mild one. I think you young, and you should be glad of it, as it is the one good thing I see about you. As a rule I prefer dark men,—but for their unhappy knack26 of looking old from their cradles,—and have a perfect passion for black eyes, black skin, black locks, and a general appearance of fierceness! Indeed, I have always thought, up to this, that there was something about a fair man almost ridiculous. Have not you?"
Here she brings her eyes back to the earth again, and fastens them upon him with the most engaging frankness.
"No. I confess it never occurred to me before," returns Luttrell, coloring slightly through his Saxon skin.
Silence. If there is any silent moment in the throbbing27 summer. Above them the faint music of the leaves, below the breathing of the flowers, the hum of insects. All the air is full of the sweet warblings of innumerable songsters. Mingling28 with these is the pleasant drip, drip of the falling water.
A great lazy bee falls, as though no longer able to sustain its mighty29 frame, right into Miss Massereene's lap, and lies there humming. With a little start she shakes it off, almost fearing to touch it with her dainty rose-white fingers.
Thus rudely roused, she speaks:
"Are you asleep?" she asks, not turning her head in her companion's direction.
"No," coldly; "are you?"
"Yes, almost, and dreaming."
"Dreams are the children of an idle brain," quotes he, somewhat maliciously30.
"Yes?" sweetly. "And so you really have read your Shakespeare? And can actually apply it every now and then with effect, to the utter confusion of your friends? But I think you might have spared me. Teddy!" bending forward and casting upon him a bewitching, tormenting31, adorable glance from under her dark lashes32, "if you bite your moustache any harder it will come off, and then what will become of me?"
With a laugh Luttrell flings away the fern he has been reducing to ruin, and rising, throws himself upon the grass at her feet.
"Why don't I hate you?" he says, vehemently33. "Why cannot I feel even decently angry with you? You torment and charm in the same breath. At times I say to myself, 'She is cold, heartless, unfeeling,' and then a word, a look—Molly," seizing her cool, slim little hand as it lies passive in her lap, "tell me, do you think you will ever—I do not mean to-morrow, or in a week, or a month, but in all the long years to come, do you think you will ever love me?" As he finishes speaking, he presses his lips with passionate34 tenderness to her hand.
"Now, who gave you leave to do that?" asks Molly, à propos of the kissing.
"Never mind: answer me."
"But I do mind very much indeed. I mind dreadfully."
"Well, then, I apologize, and I am very sorry, and I won't do it again: is that enough?"
"No, the fact still remains," gazing at her hand with a little pout35, as though the offending kiss were distinctly visible; "and I don't want it."
"But what can be done?"
"I think—you had better—take it back again," says she, the pretended pout dissolving into an irresistible36 smile, as she slips her fingers with a sudden unexpected movement into his; after which she breaks into a merry laugh."
"And now tell me," he persists, holding them close prisoners, and bestowing37 a loving caress38 upon each separately.
"Whether I love you? How can I, when I don't know myself? Perhaps at the end I may be sure. When I lie a-dying you must come to me, and bend over me, and say, 'Molly Bawn, do you love me?' And I shall whisper back with my last breath, 'yes' or 'no,' as the case may be."
"Why not? as we must die."
"But not now, not while we are young and happy. Afterward41, when old age creeps on us and we look on love as weariness, it will not matter."
"To me, that is the horror of it," with a quick distasteful shiver, leaning forward in her earnestness, "to feel that sooner or later there will be no hope; that we must go, whether with or without our own will,—and it is never with it, is it?"
"Never, I suppose."
"It does not frighten me so much to think that in a month, or perhaps next year, or at any moment, I may die,—there is a blessed uncertainty42 about that,—but to know that, no matter how long I linger, the time will surely come when no prayers, no entreaties43, will avail. They say of one who has cheated death for seventy years, that he has had a good long life: taking that, then, as an average, I have just fifty-one years to live, only half that to enjoy. Next year it will be fifty, then forty-nine, and so on until it comes down to one. What shall I do then?"
"My own darling, how fanciful you are! your hands have grown cold as ice. Probably when you are seventy you will consider yourself a still fascinating person of middle age, and look upon these thoughts of to-day as the sickly fancies of an infant. Do not let us talk about it any more. Your face is white."
"Yes," says Molly, recovering herself with a sigh, "it is the one thing that horrifies44 me. John is religious, so is Letty, while I—oh, that I could find pleasure in it! You see," speaking after a slight pause, with a smile, "I am at heart a rebel, and hate to obey. Mind you never give me an order! How good it would be to be young, and gay, and full of easy laughter, always,—to have lovers at command, to have some one at my feet forever!"
"'Some one,'" sadly. "Would any one do? Oh, Molly, can you not be satisfied with me?"
"How can I be sure? At present—yes," running her fingers lightly down the earnest, handsome face upraised to hers, apparently45 quite forgetful of her late emotion.
"Well, at all events," says the young man, with the air of one who is determined46 to make the best of a bad bargain, "there is no man you like better than me."
"At present,—no," says the incorrigible47 Molly.
"Who? I?"
"Yes,—you," vehemently.
A pause. They are much farther apart by this time, and are looking anywhere but at each other. Molly has her lap full of daisies, and is stringing them into a chain in rather an absent fashion; while Luttrell, who is too angry to pretend indifference49, is sitting with gloom on his brow and a straw in his mouth, which latter he is biting vindictively50.
"I don't believe I quite understand you," says Molly at length.
"Do you not? I cannot remember saying anything very difficult of comprehension."
"I must be growing stupid, then. You have accused me of flirting51; and how am I to understand that, I who never flirted52? How should I? I would not know how."
"You must allow me to differ with you; or, at all events, let me say your imitation of it is highly successful."
"But," with anxious hesitation53, "what is flirting?"
"Pshaw!" wrathfully, "have you been waiting for me to tell you? It is trying to make a fool of a fellow, neither more nor less. You are pretending to love me, when you know in your heart you don't care that for me." The "that" is both forcible and expressive54, and has reference to an indignant sound made by his thumb and his second finger.
"I was not aware that I ever 'pretended to love' you," replies Molly, in a tone that makes him wince55.
"Well, let us say no more about it," cries he, springing to his feet, as though unable longer to endure his enforced quietude. "If you don't care for me, you don't, you know, and that is all about it. I dare say I shall get over it; and if not, why, I shall not be the only man in the world made miserable56 for a woman's amusement."
Molly has also risen, and, with her long daisy chain hanging from both her hands, is looking a perfect picture of injured innocence57; although in truth she is honestly sorry for her cruel speech.
"I don't believe you know how unkind you are," she says, with a suspicion of tears in her voice, whether feigned58 or real he hardly dares conjecture59. Feeling herself in the wrong, she seeks meanly to free herself from the false position by placing him there in her stead.
"Do not let us speak about unkindness, or anything else," says the young man, impatiently. "Of what use is it? It is the same thing always: I am obnoxious60 to you; we cannot put together two sentences without coming to open war."
"But whose fault was it this time? Think of what you accuse me! I did not believe you could be so rude to me!" with reproachful emphasis.
Here she directs a slow lingering glance at him from her violet eyes. There are visible signs of relenting about her companion. He colors, and persistently61 refuses, after the first involuntary glance, to allow his gaze to meet hers again; which is, of all others, the surest symptom of a coming rout62. There are some eyes that can do almost anything with a man. Molly's eyes are of this order. They are her strongest point; and were they her sole charm, were she deaf and dumb, I believe it would be possible to her, by the power of their expressive beauty alone, to draw most hearts into her keeping.
"Did you mean what you said just now, that you had no love for me?" he asks, with a last vain effort to be stern and unforgiving. "Am I to believe that I am no more to you than any other man?"
"Believe nothing," murmurs63 she, coming nearer to lay a timid hand upon his arm, and raising her face to his, "except this, that I am your own Molly."
"Are you?" cries he, in a subdued64 tone, straining her to his heart, and speaking with an emotional indrawing of the breath that betrays more than his words how deeply he is feeling, "my very own? Nay65, more than that, Molly, you are my all, my world, my life: if ever you forget me, or give me up for another, you will kill me: remember that."
"I will remember it. I will never do it," replies she, soothingly66, the touch of motherhood that is in all good women coming to the front as she sees his agitation67. "Why should I, when you are such a dear old boy? Now come and sit down again, and be reasonable. See, I will tie you up with my flowery chain as punishment for your behavior, and"—with a demure68 smile—"the kiss you stole in the melée without my permission."
"This is the chain by which I hold you," he says, rather sadly, surveying his wrists, round which the daisies cling. "The links that bind69 me to you are made of sterner stuff. Sweetheart," turning his handsome, singularly youthful face to hers, and speaking with an entreaty70 that savors71 strongly of despair, "do not let your beauty be my curse!"
"Why, who is fanciful now?" says Molly, making a little grimace72 at him. "And truly, to hear you speak, one must believe love is blind. Is it Venus," saucily73, "or Helen of Troy, I most closely resemble? or am I 'something more exquisite still'? It puzzles me why you should think so very highly of my personal charms. Ted21," leaning forward to look into her lover's eyes, "tell me this. Have you been much away? Abroad, I mean, on the Continent and that?"
"Well, yes, pretty much so."
"Have you been to Paris?"
"Oh, yes, several times."
"Brussels?"
"Yes."
"Vienna?"
"No. I wait to go there with you."
"Rome?"
"Yes, twice. The governor was fond of sending us abroad between the ages of seventeen and twenty-five,—to enlarge our minds, he said; to get rid of us, he meant."
"Are there many of you?"
"An awful lot. I would be ashamed to say how many. Ours was indeed a 'numerous father.'"
"He isn't dead?" asks Molly, in a low tone befitting the occasion in case he should be.
"Oh no: he is alive and kicking," replies Mr. Luttrell, with more force than elegance74. "And I hope he will keep on so for years to come. He is about the best friend I have, or am likely to have."
"I hope he won't keep up the kicking part of it," says Molly, with a delicious laugh that ripples75 through the air and shows her utter enjoyment76 of her own wit. Not to laugh when Molly laughs, is impossible; so Luttrell joins her, and they both make merry over his vulgarity. In all the world, what is there sweeter than the happy, penetrating77, satisfying laughter of unhurt youth?
"Lucky you, to have seen so much already," says Molly, presently, with an envious sigh; "and yet," with a view to self-support, "what good has it done you? Not one atom. After all your traveling you can do nothing greater than fall absurdly in love with a village maiden78. Will your father call that enlarging your mind?"
"I hope so," concealing80 his misgivings81 on the point. "But why put it so badly? Instead of village maiden, say the loveliest girl I ever met."
"What!" cries Molly, the most naïve delight and satisfaction animating82 her tone; "after going through France, Germany, Italy, and India, you can honestly say I am the loveliest woman you ever met?"
"You put it too mildly," says Luttrell, raising himself on his elbow to gaze with admiration at the charming face above him, "I can say more. You are ten thousand times the loveliest woman I ever met."
Molly smiles, nay, more, she fairly dimples. Try as she will and does, she cannot conceal79 the pleasure it gives her to hear her praises sung.
"Why, then I am a 'belle,' a 'toast,'" she says, endeavoring unsuccessfully to see her image in the little basin of water that has gathered at the foot of the rocks; "while you," turning to run five white fingers over his hair caressingly83, and then all down his face, "you are the most delightful84 person I ever met. It is so easy to believe what you tell one, and so pleasant. I have half a mind to—kiss you!"
"Don't stop there: have a whole mind," says Luttrell, eagerly. "Kiss me at once, before the fancy evaporates."
"No," holding him back with one lazy finger (he is easy to be repulsed), "on second thought I will reserve my caress. Some other time, when you are good,—perhaps. By the bye, Ted, did you really mean you would take me to Vienna?"
"Yes, if you would care to go there."
"Care? that is not the question. It will cost a great deal of money to get there, won't it? Shall we be able to afford it?"
"No doubt the governor will stand to me, and give a check for the occasion," says Luttrell, warming to the subject. "Anyhow, you shall go, if you wish it."
"Wait until your father hears you have wedded85 a pauper86, and then you will see what a check you will get," says Miss Massereene, with a contemptible87 attempt at a joke.
"I forbid you," cries she, inwardly quaking, and, rising hurriedly, stands well away from him, with her petticoats caught together in one hand ready for flight. "I won't allow you. Don't attempt to touch me."
"Dear Teddy, good Teddy," cries she, "spare me this time, and I will never do it again—no, not though it should tremble forever on the tip of my tongue. As you are strong, be merciful. Do forgive me this once."
"Impossible."
"Then I defy you," retorts Miss Massereene, who, having manœuvred until she has placed a good distance between herself and the foe90, now turns, and flies through the trees, making very successful running for the open beyond. Not until they are within full view of the house does he manage to come up with her. And then the presence of John sunning himself on the hall-door step, surrounded by his family, effectually prevents her ever obtaining that richly-deserved punishment.
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