Next day, while waiting before that picture, he looked at it with wonder.For there seemed his own passion transfigured in the darkening star-crowned sky, and the eyes of the leaping god.In spirit, was he not always rushing to her like that? Minutes passed, and she did not come.What should he do if she failed him?
Surely die of disappointment and despair....He had little enough experience as yet of the toughness of the human heart; how life bruises and crushes, yet leaves it beating....Then, from an unlikely quarter, he saw her coming.
They walked in silence down to the quiet rooms where the Turner watercolours hung.No one, save two Frenchmen and an old official, watched them passing slowly before those little pictures, till they came to the end wall, and, unseen, unheard by any but her, he could begin!
The arguments he had so carefully rehearsed were all forgotten;nothing left but an incoherent pleading.Life without her was not life; and they had only one life for love--one summer.It was all dark where she was not--the very sun itself was dark.Better to die than to live such false, broken lives, apart from each other.
Better to die at once than to live wanting each other, longing and longing, and watching each other's sorrow.And all for the sake of what? It maddened, killed him, to think of that man touching her when he knew she did but hate him.It shamed all manhood; it could not be good to help such things to be.A vow when the spirit of it was gone was only superstition; it was wicked to waste one's life for the sake of that.Society--she knew, she must know--only cared for the forms, the outsides of things.And what did it matter what Society thought? It had no soul, no feeling, nothing.And if it were said they ought to sacrifice themselves for the sake of others, to make things happier in the world, she must know that was only true when love was light and selfish; but not when people loved as they did, with all their hearts and souls, so that they would die for each other any minute, so that without each other there was no meaning in anything.It would not help a single soul, for them to murder their love and all the happiness of their lives;to go on in a sort of living death.Even if it were wrong, he would rather do that wrong, and take the consequences! But it was not, it COULD not be wrong, when they felt like that!
And all the time that he was pouring forth those supplications, his eyes searched and searched her face.But there only came from her:
"I don't know--I can't tell--if only I knew!" And then he was silent, stricken to the heart; till, at a look or a touch from her, he would break out again: "You do love me--you do; then what does anything else matter?"And so it went on and on that summer afternoon, in the deserted room meant for such other things, where the two Frenchmen were too sympathetic, and the old official too drowsy, to come.Then it all narrowed to one fierce, insistent question:
"What is it--WHAT is it you're afraid of?"But to that, too, he got only the one mournful answer, paralyzing in its fateful monotony.
"I don't know--I can't tell!"
It was awful to go on thus beating against this uncanny, dark, shadowy resistance; these unreal doubts and dreads, that by their very dumbness were becoming real to him, too.If only she could tell him what she feared! It could not be poverty--that was not like her--besides, he had enough for both.It could not be loss of a social position, which was but irksome to her! Surely it was not fear that he would cease to love her! What was it? In God's name--what?
To-morrow--she had told him--she was to go down, alone, to the river-house; would she not come now, this very minute, to him instead? And they would start off--that night, back to the South where their love had flowered.But again it was: "I can't! Idon't know--I must have time!" And yet her eyes had that brooding love-light.How COULD she hold back and waver? But, utterly exhausted, he did not plead again; did not even resist when she said: "You must go, now; and leave me to get back! I will write.
Perhaps--soon--I shall know." He begged for, and took one kiss;then, passing the old official, went quickly up and out.
