But not knowing, yet his letter, chivalrous, without ardour, promised
her a cool, quiet retreat from the plague of insects which was buzzing
and stinging in the hot air all about her.... "My house is in a little
square with trees all around it; it is shady and you cannot hear the
traffic. I wonder if you are interested in old china and Japanese
water-colours?..." Finally: "I shall be very proud and happy if you can
trust me to understand how deeply you must be longing for sanctuary
after the sorrowful time you have been through...."
"Sanctuary." She saw it open for her like a cloistered aisle between
cold pillars. He offered her, not the emotional variations, intolerable
to her weariness just then, of a new devotion; but green shaded rooms,
and the beauty of old things, and a little old-fashioned gentleman's
courtesy.... So, ignoring the fifty other offers of marriage which had
assailed her, she wrote to Dickie Maybury and asked him to come and see
her.
He went, still in a strangely exultant mood, in which his will acted as
easily and yet as fantastically as though it were on a slippery
surface. And if he had met Hal Burnham on his way back from his visit
to Ruth Oliver he would undoubtedly have swaggered a little.
Nevertheless, he was thinking of Ruth, too, as well as of his own
dare-devilry in thus seizing reality with both hands. Ruth's face, much
older and more tormented than it had been in the photograph, had still
that elusive quality which had from the beginning and through all the
period of her trial haunted him. It outraged his refinement that any
woman with the high looks and the breeding of his own class should have
been for any space of time the property of a coarse public. As _his_
wife, the insult should be tenderly rectified.... "The poor child! the
poor sweet child!" He felt almost godlike with this new power upon him
of acting, on impulse.
As for the peril of death which for a short while had threatened her,
that was a fact too stark and hideous for contemplation: even with
Dickie's altered appetite for primitive adventure....
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