Courtship -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction
He added, more calmly: “It is her or none. I never saw a girl but this
that I wanted to see twice, and I never shall.”
“But it is that which frightens me for you, David. Often I have wished
I could see you flirt a bit and harden your heart.”
“And break some poor girl's.”
“Oh, hang them! they always contrive to pass it on. What do I care for
girls! they are not my brother. But no, David, I can't believe you
will go against me and my judgment after the insult she has put on
you. No more about it, but just you choose between my respect and this
wild-goose chase.”
“I choose both,” said David, quietly. “Both you shan't have”; and,
with this, up bounced Eve, and stood before him bristling like a
cat-o'mountain. David tried to soothe her--to coax her--in vain; her
cheek was on fire, and her eyes like basilisks'. It was a picture to
see the pretty little fury stand so erect and threatening, great David
so humble and deprecating, yet so dogged. At last he took out his
knife; it was not one of your stabbing-knives, but the sort of
pruning-knife that no sailor went without in those days. “Now,” said
he, sadly, “take and cut my head off--cut me to pieces, if you will--I
won't wince or complain; and then you will get your way; but while I
do live I shall love her, and I can't afford to lose her by sitting
twiddling my thumbs, waiting for luck. I'll try all I know to win her,
and if I lose her I won't blame her, but myself for not finding out
how to please her; and with that I'll live a bachelor all my days for
her, or else die, just as God wills--I shan't much care which.”
“Oh, I know you, you obstinate toad,” said Eve, clinching her teeth
and her little hand. Then she burst out furiously: “Are you quite
resolved?”
“Quite, dear Eve,” said David, sadly--but somehow it was like a rock
speaking.
“Then there is my hand,” said Eve, with an instant transition to
amiable cheerfulness that dazzled a body like a dark lantern flying
open. Used as David was to her, it stupefied him; he stared at her,
and was all abroad. “Well, what is the wonder now?” inquired Eve;
“there are but two of us. We must be together somehow or another must
we not? You won't be wise with me; well, then, I'll be a fool with
you. I'll help you with this girl.”
“Oh, my dear Eve!”
“You won't gain much. Without me you hadn't the shadow of a chance,
and with me you haven't a chance, that is all the odds.”
“I have! I have! you have taken away my breath with joy;” and David
was quite overcome with the turn Eve had taken in his favor.
“Oh, you need not thank me,” said Eve, tossing her head with a
hypocrisy all her own. “It is not out of affection for you I do it,
you may be very sure of that; but it looks so ridiculous to see my
brother slipping out of my way behind a tree as soon as he sees me
coming--oh! oh! oh! oh!” And a violent burst of sobs and tears
revealed how that incident had rankled in this stoical little heart.
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