Short stories; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
He took the pipe from his mouth, and the expression of his eyes became
fixed, while his cheeks reddened slowly and deeply. In putting himself
in Maud's place, he was realizing for the first time how strong must
have been the feeling which had nerved her to such a step. His heart
began to beat rather thickly. There was something decidedly intoxicating
in knowing that one was regarded in such a way by a nice girl, even if
it were impossible, as it certainly was in this case, to reciprocate the
feeling. He continued to put himself mentally in Maud's place. No doubt
she was also at that moment sitting alone in her chamber, thinking the
matter over as he was. She was not laughing, however, that was pretty
certain; and it required no clairvoyant's gift for him to be sensible
that her chief concern must be as to what he might be at that moment
thinking about her. And how had he been thinking about her?
As this question came up to his mind, he saw himself for a moment
through Maud's eyes, sitting there smoking, chuckling, mowing like an
idiot before the glass because, forsooth, a girl had put herself at his
mercy on the mistaken supposition that he was a gentleman. As he saw his
conduct in this new light, he had such an access of self-contempt that,
had it been physically convenient, it would have been a relief to kick
himself. What touching faith she had shown in his ability to take a
generous, high-minded view of what she had done, and here he had been
guffawing over it like a corner loafer. He would not, for anything in
the world, have her know how he had behaved. And she should not. She
should never know that he was less a gentleman than she believed him.
She had told him, to be sure, that he owed her nothing because she
loved him; but it had just struck him that he owed her at least, on that
account, a more solicitous respect and consideration than any one else
had the right to expect from him.
There were no precedents to guide him, no rules of etiquette prescribing
the proper thing for a young man to do under such circumstances as
these. It was a new problem he had to work out, directed only by such
generous and manly instincts as he might have. Plainly the first thing,
and in fact the only thing that he could do for her, seeing that he
really could not return her affection, was to show her that she had not
forfeited his esteem.
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