American fiction -- 19th century; Manners and customs -- Fiction
Ludlow's only rejoinder was his hand-shake. He moved slowly toward the
door, half accompanied by Adela. "Poor fellow!" she said to herself. The
lattice summer-door admitted into the entry a cool, dusky light, in
which Adela looked pale. Ludlow divided its wings with his stick, and
disclosed a landscape, long, deep and bright, framed by the pillars of
the veranda. He stopped on the threshold, swinging his stick. "I hope I
shan't lose my way," he said.
"I hope not. My brother will not forgive me if you do."
Ludlow's brows were slightly contracted by a frown, but he contrived to
smile with his lips. "When shall I come back?" he asked abruptly.
Adela found but a low tone--almost a whisper--at her command, to answer.
"Whenever you please," she said.
The young man turned about, with his back to the bright doorway, and
looked into Adela's face, which was now covered with light. "Miss
Moore," said he, "it's very much against my will that I leave you at
all."
Adela stood debating within herself. What if her companion should stay?
It would, under the circumstances, be an adventure; but was an adventure
necessarily unadvisable? It lay wholly with herself to decide. She was
her own mistress, and she had hitherto been a just mistress. Might she
not for once be a generous one? The reader will observe in Adela's
meditation the recurrence of this saving clause "for once." It rests
upon the simple fact that she had begun the day in a romantic mood. She
was prepared to be interested; and now that an interesting phenomenon
had presented itself, that it stood before her in vivid human--nay,
manly--shape, instinct with reciprocity, was she to close her hand to
the liberality of fate? To do so would be to court mischance; for it
would involve, moreover, a petty insult to human nature. Was not the man
before her fairly redolent of honesty, and was that not enough? He was
not what Adela had been used to call a gentleman. To this conviction she
had made a swallow's flight; but from this assurance she would start. "I
have seen" (she thus concluded) "all the gentlemen can show me; let us
try something new."
"I see no reason why you should run away so fast, Mr. Ludlow," she said,
aloud.
"I think," cried Ludlow, "it would be the greatest piece of folly I ever
committed."
"I think it would be a pity," said Adela, with a smile.
"And you invite me into your parlor again? I come as your visitor, you
know. I was your brother's before. It's a simple enough matter. We are
old friends. We have a broad, common ground in your brother. Isn't that
about it?"
"You may adopt whatever theory you please. To my mind, it is, indeed, a
very simple matter."
"Oh, but I wouldn't have it too simple," said Ludlow, with a mighty
smile.
"Have it as you please."
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