Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
These were the dreams he had been living in, for three years; these were
the hopes that had kept up his courage through much hard and toilsome
work--dreams and hopes whose destruction would, indeed, be very hard to
bear. But he felt no misgivings now; the mere sight of Eugenia, the
delight of her near presence, seemed to have dispelled them like mists.
He felt reluctant to break the sort of spell that had come over him
since she entered the room; he stood in perfect silence, watching her,
as if bewitched. She moved away in a minute or two, satisfied seemingly
that the light might remain as it was, and crossed the room to a low
cupboard at the other side from where Gerald stood. She pulled out a
pile of loose music, and began searching among it for some missing
piece. Mr Thurston thought it time to let her know he was there: she
might be startled if she saw him suddenly when leaving the room. He
came forward into the full light, giving a chair an obtrusively noisy
push to attract her attention. She looked up, startled for an instant,
but before she had time to realise her fear, he spoke.
"Eugenia." That was all he said.
The colour came rushing over her face, for the momentary start had
turned it somewhat pale. Whether her first sensation was pleasure or
annoyance, it was impossible to say. That it was one or other Gerald
felt certain, for that this crisis, to which he had looked forward so
long and so anxiously, could appear to Eugenia an event of very trifling
importance, it would have been impossible for him to believe. It took
all his self-control to refrain from any expression of the strong
emotion with which his whole being was filled; and he not unnaturally,
therefore, attributed some degree of emotion, agreeable or the reverse,
to the other chief actor in the little drama whose scenes he had so
often rehearsed in imagination. He waited eagerly for her to speak.
"Gerald!" she exclaimed. "How you startled me! What in the world did
you come in; in this queer way, for? We quite gave you up when you were
not in time for dinner. Come into the drawing-room, or stay, I'll send
for Frank, if you would rather see him alone first. He will be so
delighted."
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