Tristram of Blent Part 72
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At least it did not seem as though she meant to have any dinner. The fact would have meant much had a man been concerned. With a woman it possessed no more than a moderate significance. With a Tristram woman perhaps it had none at all. A cigar succeeded the cigarette in Harry's mouth, as he sat there looking at his mother's picture and thinking of his wife. He did not in the least regret that she was his wife or that he had lied. Any scruples that he ever had on that score he had removed for himself by realizing that she was a curmudgeon. Neither did he regret what he had called the troublesome affair. It had brought new things into his life; new thoughts and new powers had become his. And it had given him Cecily--unless one of them had still to go to town! He glanced at the clock; it was half-past nine. A sudden excitement came on him; but he conquered it or at least held it down, and sat there, smoking still.
Mason returned and began to clear away. "Madame Zabriska has ordered some soup and claret to be placed in the hall for her Ladys.h.i.+p, my Lord," said he, in explanation of his action.
Soup and claret might mean anything--peace or war--going or staying--anything except sitting down to table with him. On the whole their omen was not encouraging. A sudden thought shot across his brain: "By Jove, if she's taken my cab!" He jumped up; but in a moment sat down again. The _coup_ would be a good one, but it would not beat him. He would walk to Mingham and get a bed there. He was quite clear that he would not sleep alone at Blent. He glanced at the clock again; to catch the train at Fillingford she must start at ten--and so with him. Stay though, she might go to Merrion. Mina would give her shelter.
She had looked very beautiful. Oh, yes, yes! Harry smiled as he conceded the natural man that point. It was seen plainly in retrospect; he had not noticed it much at the time. He had been too much occupied in proving her a curmudgeon. One thing at a time was the Tristram way--provided the time were reasonably short. But he felt it now, and began to wonder if he had said too much. He decided that he had not said a word too much.
At last he got up very deliberately and went into the hall. It was a quarter to ten; the soup and the claret were there. Harry stood looking at them a moment, but they could not answer his question. With an impatient shrug of his shoulders he walked out into the garden. And there his first thought was not of Cecily.
It was of Blent, Blent his own again, come back to him enriched by the experience of its loss, now no more all his life, but the background of that new life he had begun to make for himself. He was no longer puffed up by the possession of it--the new experiences had taught him a lesson there--but he was infinitely satisfied. Blent for his own, in his own way, on his own terms--that was what he wanted. See how fair it was in the still night! He was glad and exultant that it was his again. Was he too a curmudgeon then? Harry did not perceive how any reasonable person could say such a thing. A man may value what is his own without being a miser or a churl.
n.o.body was to be seen in the garden--not Neeld, not Mina, nor Cecily. In surprise he walked the length and breadth of it without finding any of them. He went on to the bridge and peered about, and then on to the road; he looked even in the river in a curiosity that forgot the impossible. He was alone. With a quick step he came back and strode round the house to the stables. His fly was gone. He searched for a man to question; there was none; they had all gone to supper or to bed. And the fly was gone. He returned to the bridge with an uncomfortable feeling of loneliness.
Something came upon him, an impulse or an instinct. There was still a chance. She was not in the house, she was not in the garden. There was one other place where she still might be--if indeed she had not fled and left him desolate. Where? The answer seemed so easy to him, her choice of a spot so obvious. If he found her anywhere that night he would find her by the Pool, walking on the margin of its waters--where he had seen her first and started at the thought that she was his mother's phantom. He walked quickly up the valley, not thinking, his whole being strung to wait for and to meet the answer to his one great question.
On what things a man's life may seem to hang! A flutter of white through the darkness! That was all. Harry saw it with a great leap of the heart.
His quick pace dropped to a leisurely saunter; he strolled on. She was walking toward him. Presently she stopped, and, turning toward the water, stood looking down into it. The Pool was very black that night, the clouds thick overhead. But for her white frock he might never had seen her at all. He came up to her and spoke in a careless voice.
"Where's Neeld?" he asked. "I can't find him anywhere."
"He's gone back to Fairholme, Harry. It was late. I was to say good-night to you for him."
"And what have you done with Mina?" His voice was level, even, and restrained.
"Mina's gone to Merrion." She paused before she added: "She was tired, so I put her in your fly to go up the hill."
There was silence for a moment. Then he asked: "Did you tell the fly to come back again?"
Silence again, and then a voice of deceptive meekness, of hidden mirth, answered him: "No, Harry."
"I knew you'd be here, if anywhere."
"Well, I was sure you'd come here to look for me, before you gave me up." She put out her hands and he took them in his. "It was all true that you said about me, all abominably true."
He did not contradict her.
"That's why I'm here," she went on. "When you've feelings like that, it's your duty not to run away from the place that excites them, but to stay there and fight them down manfully."
"I agree," said Harry gravely. "When you've basely deceived and tricked somebody it's cowardly to run away. The straightest thing is to stay with that person and try to redeem your character."
"How did you know it?" she asked. "I hardly knew it was in my heart myself."
"It sharpens a man's wits to be called a liar--and not to be able to deny the name."
"And you called me a--curmudgeon! Oh, how did you happen on that funny old word?" Her laugh rang fresh and gay through the quiet of the night.
"After you'd gone, Mina came to me."
"What happened then?"
"Well, I ought to have cried--and Mina did."
"Did Mina stop you going?"
"Mina? No!" The acme of scorn was in her voice.
"What then?" he asked, drawing her a little nearer to him.
"I wanted to obey your wishes. You said I was to stay--and you'd go."
"Yes, but you've sent away the fly," objected Harry. "Well, all that you said of me was true too."
"We should start on a clear understanding then?"
"I'm a liar--and you're a curmudgeon? Yes."
"What awful quarrels we shall have!"
"I don't care a hang for them," said Harry.
"And what about the Arbitration?"
"Absurd, if I'm going to live in a state of war!"
Suddenly came a sound of wheels rolling briskly along the road from behind them. Cecily sprang away with a start.
"Oh, the fly's not come back?" she cried.
"Perhaps there's still a chance for one of us."
She caught him by the arm. "Listen! Is it stopping? No! It must be past the house!"
"Do you want it to stop?" he asked.
She turned her eyes on him; he saw them gleam through the darkness. He saw her lips just move; he heard no more than the lingering fear, the pa.s.sionate reproach, of her murmured exclamation, "Oh, Harry!"
The next instant a voice rang out in the night, loud, mellow, and buoyant. They listened as it sang, its notes dominating the sound of the wheels and seeming to fill the air around them, growing louder as the wheels came near, sinking again as they pa.s.sed on the road to Mingham:
"Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine: Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine:--"
Gradually, melodiously, and happily the voice died away in the distance, and silence came. Harry drew his love to him.
"Dear old Bob Broadley!" said he softly. "He's driving back from Fairholme, and he seems most particularly jolly."
"Yes," she murmured. Then she broke into a low, merry, triumphant laugh.
"I don't see why he should be so particularly jolly." She pressed his hand hard, laughing again. "He's only engaged," she whispered. "But we're married, aren't we, Harry?"
"My dear, my dear, my dear!" said he.
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