The Child of Pleasure Part 19
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His natural impulse was to answer--'They are yours by right to-day, for they speak of you and to you----' But he only said--
'You shall have them.'
They continued their way towards the Cybele, but as they were leaving the little enclosure, Donna Maria suddenly turned round towards the Hermes as if some one had called her; her brow seemed heavy with thought.
'What are you thinking about?' Andrea asked her almost timidly.
'I was thinking about you,' she replied.
'What were you thinking about me?'
'I was thinking of your past life, of which I know nothing whatever. You have suffered greatly?'
'I have greatly sinned.'
'And loved much?'
'I do not know. Perhaps it was not love that I felt. Perhaps I have yet to learn what love is--really I cannot say.'
She did not answer. They walked on in silence for a little way. To their right, the path was bordered by high laurels, alternating at regular intervals with cypress trees, and in the background, through the fluttering leaves, the sea rippled and laughed, blue as the flower of the flax. On their left ran a kind of parapet like the back of a long stone bench, ornamented throughout its whole length with the Ateleta s.h.i.+eld and arms and a griffin alternately, under each of which again was a sculptured mask through whose mouth a slender stream of water fell into a basin below, shaped like a sarcophagus and ornamented with mythological subjects in low relief. There must have been a hundred of these mouths, for the walk was called the avenue of the Hundred Fountains, but many of them were stopped up by time and had ceased to spout, while others did very little. Many of the s.h.i.+elds were broken and moss had obliterated the coats of arms; many of the griffins were headless and the figures on the sarcophagi appeared through a veil of moss like fragments of silver work through an old and ragged velvet cover. On the water in the basins--more green and limpid than emerald--maiden-hair waved and quivered, or rose leaves, fallen from the bushes overhead, floated slowly while the surviving waterpipes sent forth a sweet and gurgling music that played over the murmur of the sea like the accompaniment to a melody.
'Do you hear that?' said Donna Maria, standing still to listen, attracted by the charm of the sound. 'That is the music of salt and of sweet waters!'
She stood in the middle of the path, finger on lip, leaning a little towards the fountains, in the att.i.tude of one who listens and fears to be disturbed. Andrea, who was next the parapet, turned and saw her thus against a background of delicate and feathery verdure such as an Umbrian painter would have given to an Annunciation or a Nativity.
'Maria!' he murmured, his heart filling with fond adoration, 'Maria!--Maria--!'
It afforded him untold pleasure to mingle the soft accents of her name with the music of the waters. She did not look at him, but she laid her finger on her lips as a sign to him to be silent.
'Forgive me,' he said, unable to control his emotion--'but I cannot help myself--it is my soul that calls to you.'
A strange nervous exaltation had taken possession of him, all the hill-tops of his soul had caught the lyric glow and flamed up irresistibly; the hour, the place, the suns.h.i.+ne, everything about them suggested love--from the extreme limits of the sea to the humble little ferns of the fountains--all seemed to him part of the same magic circle whose central point was this woman.
'You can never know,' he went on in a subdued voice as if fearful of offending her--'You can never know how absolutely my soul is yours.'
She grew suddenly very pale, as if all the blood in her veins had rushed to her heart. She did not speak, she did not look at him.
'Delfina!' she cried, with a tremor of agitation in her voice.
There was no answer; the little girl had wandered off among the trees at the end of the long avenue.
'Delfina,' she repeated, louder than before, in a sort of terror.
In the pause that followed her cry the songs of the two waters seemed to make the silence deeper.
'Delfina!'
There was a rustling in the leaves as if from the pa.s.sage of a little kid, and the child came bounding through the laurel thicket, carrying in her hands her straw hat heaped to the brim with little red berries she had gathered. Her exertions and the running had brought a deep flush to her cheeks, broken twigs were sticking in her frock, and some leaves hung trembling in the meshes of her ruffled hair.
'Oh mamma, come quick--do come with me!'
She began dragging her mother away--'There is a perfect forest over there--heaps and heaps of berries! Come with me, mamma, do come--'
'No, darling, I would rather not--it is getting late.'
'Oh, do come!'
'But it is late.'
'Come! Come!'
Donna Maria was obliged to give in and let herself be dragged along by the hand.
'There is a way of reaching the arbutus wood without going through the thicket,' said Andrea.
'Do you hear, Delfina? There is a better way.'
'No, mamma, I want you to come with me.'
Delfina pulled her mother along towards the sea through the laurel thicket, and Andrea followed, content to be able to gaze without restraint at the beloved figure in front of him, to devour her with his eyes, to study her every movement and her rhythmic walk, interrupted every moment by the irregularities of the path, the obstacles presented by the trees and their interlaced branches. But while his eyes feasted on these things, his mind was chiefly occupied in recalling the one att.i.tude, the one look--oh, that pallor, that sudden pallor just now when he had proffered those few low words! And the indefinable tone of her voice when she called Delfina.
'Is it far now?' asked Donna Maria.
'No, no, mamma, we are just there--here it is!'
As they neared the spot a sort of shyness came over Andrea. Since those words of his he had not met Maria's eye. What did she think? What were her feelings? What would her eyes say when, at last, she looked at him?
'Here it is!' cried the little girl.
The laurels had grown thinner, affording a freer view of the sea, and the next moment the ma.s.s of arbutus flushed rosy-red before them like a forest of coral with large ta.s.sels of blossom at the end of their branches.
'What a glory!' murmured Maria.
The marvellous wilderness bloomed and bore fruit in a deep and sunny s.p.a.ce curved like an amphitheatre, in which all the delicious sweetness of that aromatic sh.o.r.e seemed gathered up and concentrated. The stems, tall and slender, crimson for the most part, but here and there yellow, bore great s.h.i.+ning green leaves, all motionless in the calm air.
Innumerable ta.s.sels of blossom, like sprays of lily-of-the-valley, white and dewy, hung from the young boughs, while the maturer ones were loaded with red or orange-yellow fruit. And all this wondrous pomp of blossom and fruit, of green leaves and rosy stems displayed against the brilliant blue of the sea, like a garden in a fairy tale, intense and fantastic as a dream.
'What a marvel!'
Donna Maria advanced slowly, no longer led by Delfina, who, wild with delight, rushed about with no thought but for stripping the whole wood.
Andrea plucked up his courage.
'Can you forgive me?' he asked anxiously. 'I did not mean to offend you.
Indeed, seeing you so far above me, so pure, so unapproachable, I thought that never in this world could I reveal my secret to you, never ask anything of you, never put myself in your way. Since ever I saw you, I have thought of you night and day, but without hope, without any definite end in view. I know that you do not love me, that you never can love me. And yet, believe me, I would renounce every promise that life may have in store for me, just for the hope of living in a little corner of your heart----'
She continued to advance slowly under the sun-flecked trees, while the delicate ta.s.sels of pink and white blossom swayed gently above her head.
'Believe me, Maria--only believe me! If I were bidden at this moment to give up every desire and every ambition, the dearest memories of the past and the most flattering promises of the future, and to live solely in the thought of and for you--without a to-morrow, without a yesterday, without other ties or attachments, far from the world, lost to everything but you, till death--to all eternity--I would not hesitate for one instant. You have looked at me and talked to me, have smiled and answered; you have sat at my side pensive and silent; side by side with me you have lived your own inner life, that inscrutable and inaccessible existence of which I know nothing--can never know anything--- and your soul has taken full and absolute possession of mine to its deepest depths, but without ever a thought, without being aware of it, as the ocean swallows up a river.--What is my love to you? What is any one's love to you? The word has too often been profaned, and the sentiment too often a make-believe.--I do not offer you love. But surely you will not refuse the humble tribute of devotion that my spirit offers up to a being n.o.bler and higher than itself.'
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