"I am never afraid--I tell you, it suited me. There was still some
furniture in the roofed part of the inner court, and in the two great
towers which flank the main building--but in that the roof was off, but
the view from the windows when we crept along to them across the broken
floor was too superb, straight out to the ocean, the waves thundering at
the base. I made up my mind that night I would buy it if I could--and,
as I told you before, I did so in the following week."
"How quaint of you!"
"It has been the greatest delight to me, and, as you will see, I have
done something with it. I restored the center, and have made its
arrangements modern and comfortable, but have left that one huge room on
the first floor as it was, only with the roof mended. I spend hours and
hours in the deep window embrasures looking right over the sea. It has
taught me more of the meaning of things than all my books."
"You speak as though you were an old woman," Lord Fordyce exclaimed,
"and you look only a mere child now--then, when you bought this
brigand's stronghold, you must have been in the nursery!"
"I was over eighteen!"
"A colossal age! it was simply ridiculous for you to be wanting dark
castles and solitude. What--?" and then he paused; he did not continue
his question.
"I was really very old--I had been old for almost a year."
"And do you mean to remain old always, or will you ever let anyone teach
you to be young?"
Sabine looked away into the somber fir trees. They had got to a part of
the path where the woods on either side are black as night in their
depths.
"I--don't--know," she said, very low.
Lord Fordyce moved nearer to her.
"I wish you would let me try to take away all those somber thoughts I
see sometimes in those sweet eyes."
"How would you begin?"
"By loving you very much--and then by trying to make you love me."
"Does love take away dark thoughts, then--or does it bring them?"
"That depends upon the love," he told her, eagerly. "When it is great
enough to be unselfish, it must bring peace and happiness, surely----"
"They are good things--they are harmony--but----"
"Yes--what are the buts?" his voice trembled a little.
"Love seems to me to be a wild thing, a raging, tearing passion--Can it
ever be just tender and kind?"
"I wish you would let me prove to you that it can."
She looked into his face gravely, and there was nothing but honest
question in her violet eyes.
"To what end?" she asked.
"I would like you to marry me." He had said it now when he had not
intended to yet, and he was pale as death.
She shrank from him a little.
"But surely you know that I am not free!"
"I hoped I--believed that you can make yourself so--if you knew how I
love you! I have never really loved any woman before in my life. I
always thought they should be only recreations--but the moment I saw
you, my whole opinions changed."
She grew troubled.
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