Maurice wished to ask for a barber, but could not pluck up courage.
When he was alone he gazed ruefully into the mirror at his stoutly
sprouting black beard, which so little understood the exigencies of the
situation that it persisted in growing as vigorously as ever.
"If I stay here a couple of days without shaving," he mused, "I shall
simply be hideous. Well, my vanity very likely needs a lesson. What did
Mrs. Morison mean by my saving Miss Morison's life? I certainly could
not have said so when I was unconscious. It must be from something she
herself has said. If I could only remember what did happen after the
car went over!"
His bath and toilet were difficult and unsatisfactory enough. The linen
with which he was provided, however, smelled sweetly of lavender, and
the odor seemed to bear him away into a pleasant reverie, in which he
was chiefly conscious of the pleasure of being near--of being near, he
assured himself, so delightful and sympathetic an old lady as Mrs.
Morison. A feeling of well-being, of content, saturated him. Behind his
thought of his hostess and his denial to himself that the presence
under the same roof of Berenice was the true source of his happiness,
lay the consciousness that the latter regarded him as her preserver. He
resolutely thrust the thought down deep into his heart, but he could
not forget it.
Before he was ready to leave his chamber Mehitabel brought him a
telegram from Mrs. Staggchase, to whom he had sent a line announcing
his safety. It was merely a friendly word with an offer to come to him
if he needed her; but it changed the whole current of his thoughts. He
seemed to see the mocking smile of his cousin as she read that he was
staying with the Morisons, and to hear again her words about his period
of temptation. He resolved, however, to put the whole question of the
future out of his mind. Somehow there must be a way to steer safely
between his duty and his inclination. He failed to reflect that he who
decides to compromise between duty and desire has already sacrificed
the former.
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