He looks back at her, hardly hearing her words, but chiding himself
fiercely for the disloyal thought which he has entertained, however
unwillingly; the thought that the foul fiend of madness could ever, even
temporarily, have defiled the temple of those eyes whence reason and
feeling, so sweetly wedded, are shining out upon him, unworthy as he is
of their rays.
"Since you came here?" he repeats in a sort of dreamy interrogation;
"only since you came here?"
"You must not take me up so sharply!" she cries in a voice of playful
remonstrance, in which there is a lilt of young gaiety. "I warn you that
I will not be taken up so sharply! I did not say, '_only_ since I came
here!' I said, 'Since I came here!'"
CHAPTER XIV.
Presently they pass into the still, cloistered garden, in whose unmown
grass-squares gray-blue flowers are blowing, beside whose walks pale
pink peonies are flushing, and round whose well the grave rosemary
bushes are set. Through the whole place is an atmosphere of deep peace,
of silence, leisure, dignity. It is virtually a _tête-à-tête_, as their
tonsured guide, seeing their evident harmlessness, has left them to
their own devices; and Mrs. Le Marchant has sat down to rest upon a
camp-stool which Elizabeth has been carrying ever since they left the
carriage. It has fidgeted Jim to see her burdened with it; for let a man
be ever so little in love with a woman, his tendency always is to think
her as brittle as spun glass, to believe that any weight, however light,
will bruise her arm--any pebble, however tiny, wound her tender foot. He
has offered to relieve her of it, but she has refused--playfully at
first--telling him she is sure that he will lose it; and afterwards,
when he insists, more gravely, though with gentle gratitude, saying that
it would never do for her to get into the habit of being waited upon,
and that she always carries mammy's things. It is perhaps absurd that a
woman of six-and-twenty should speak of her mother as "mammy," yet the
homely and childish abbreviation seems to him to come "most fair and
featously" from her lips.
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