The Call of the Blood Part 79
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"I must begin to bathe, too," Hermione said.
"What--to-day!" Maurice said, quickly.
"Oh no. Emile is here to-day."
Then Artois did not mean to go till late. But he--Maurice--must go down to the sea before nightfall.
"Unless I bathe," he said, trying to speak naturally--"unless I bathe I feel the heat too much at night. A dip in the sea does wonders for me."
"And in such a sea!" said Artois. "You must have your dip to-day. I shall go directly that little wind you speak of comes. I told a boy to come up from the village at four to lead the donkey down."
He smiled deprecatingly.
"Dreadful to be such a weakling, isn't it?" he said.
"Hush. Don't talk, like that. It's all going away. Strength is coming.
You'll soon be your old self. But you've got to look forward all the time."
Hermione spoke with a warmth, an energy that braced. She spoke to Artois, but Maurice, eager to grasp at any comfort, strove to take the words to himself. This evening the climax of his Sicilian tragedy must come. And then? Beyond, might there not be the calm, the happiness of a sane life?
He must look forward, he would look forward.
But when he looked, there stood Maddalena weeping.
He hated himself. He loved happiness, he longed for it, but he knew he had lost his right to it, if any man ever has such a right. He had created suffering. How dared he expect, how dared he even wish, to escape from suffering?
"Now, Emile," Hermione said, "you have really got to go in and lie down whether you feel sleepy or not. Don't protest. Maurice and I have hardly seen anything of each other yet. We want to get rid of you."
She spoke laughingly, and laughingly he obeyed her. When she had settled him comfortably in the sitting-room she came out again to the terrace where her husband was standing, looking towards the sea. She had a rug over her arm and was holding two cus.h.i.+ons.
"I thought you and I might go down and take our siesta under the oak-trees, Maurice. Would you like that?"
He was longing to get away, to go up to the heap of stones on the mountain-top and set a match to the fragments of Hermione's letter, which the dangerous wind might disturb, might bring out into the light of day.
But he acquiesced at once. He would go later--if not this afternoon, then at night when he came back from the sea. They went down and spread the rug under the shadow of the oaks.
"I used to read to Gaspare here," he said. "When you were away in Africa."
"What did you read?"
"The _Arabian Nights_."
She stretched herself on the rug.
"To lie here and read the _Arabian Nights_! And you want to go away, Maurice?"
"I think it's time to go. If I stayed too long here I should become fit for nothing."
"Yes, that's true, I dare say. But--Maurice, it's so strange--I have a feeling as if you would always be in Sicily. I know it's absurd, and yet I have it. I feel as if you belonged to Sicily, and Sicily did not mean to part from you."
"That can't be. How could I stay here always?"
"I know."
"Unless," he said, as if some new thought had started suddenly into his mind--"unless I were--"
He stopped. He had remembered his sensation in the sea that gray morning of sirocco. He had remembered how he had played at dying.
"What?"
She looked at him and understood.
"Maurice--don't! I--I can't bear that!"
"Not one of us can know," he answered.
"I--I thought of that once," she said--"long ago, on the first night that we were here. I don't know why--but perhaps it was because I was so happy. I think it must have been that. I suppose, in this world, there must aways be dread in one's happiness, the thought it may stop soon, it may end. But why should it? Is G.o.d cruel? I think He wants us to be happy."
"If he wants us--"
"And that we prevent ourselves from being happy. But we won't do that, Maurice--you and I--will we?"
He did not answer.
"This world--nature--is so wonderfully beautiful, so happily beautiful.
Surely we can learn to be happy, to keep happy in it. Look at that sky, that sea! Look at the plain over there by the foot of Etna, and the coast-line fading away, and Etna. The G.o.d who created it all must have meant men to be happy in such a world. It isn't my brain tells me that, Maurice, it's my heart, my whole heart that you have made whole. And I know it tells the truth."
Her words were terrible to him. The sound of a step, a figure standing before her, a few Sicilian words--and all this world in which she gloried would be changed for her. But she must not know. He felt that he would be willing to die to keep her ignorant of the truth forever.
"Now we must try to sleep," he said, to prevent her from speaking any more of the words that were torturing him. "We must have our siesta. I had very little sleep last night."
"And I had none at all. But now--we're together."
He arranged the cus.h.i.+on for her. They lay in soft shadow and could see the s.h.i.+ning world. The distant gleams upon the sea spoke to her. She fancied them voices rising out of the dream of the waters, voices from the breast of nature that was the breast of G.o.d, saying that she was not in error, that G.o.d did mean men to be happy, that they could be happy if they would learn of Him.
She watched those gleams until she fell asleep.
XX
When Hermione woke it was four o'clock. She sat up on the rug, looked down over the mountain flank to the sea, then turned and saw her husband.
He was lying with his face half buried in his folded arms.
"Maurice!" she said, softly.
"Yes," he answered, lifting his face.
"Then you weren't asleep!"
"No."
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