"You mean--?" the woman inquired, faintly.
"I mean this--marry me here, to-morrow."
"No, no! Please--" The Countess freed herself from Pierce's embrace.
"Why not? Are you afraid of me?" She shook her head silently.
"Then why not to-morrow instead of next month? Are you afraid of
yourself?"
"No, I'm afraid of-what I must tell you."
Phillips' eyes were dim with desire, he was ablaze with yearning; in a
voice that shook he said: "Don't tell me anything. I won't hear it!"
Then, after a brief struggle with himself, he continued, more evenly:
"That ought to prove to you that I've grown up. I couldn't have said it
three months ago, but I've stepped out of--of the nursery into a world
of big things and big people, and I want you. I dare say you've
lived--a woman like you must have had many experiences, many obstacles
to overcome; but--I might not understand what they were even if you
told me, for I'm pretty green. Anyhow, I'm sure you're good. I wouldn't
believe you if you told me you weren't. It's no credit to me that I
haven't confessions of my own to make, for I'm like other men and it
merely so happens that I've had no chance to-soil myself. The credit is
due to circumstance."
"Everything is due to circumstance," the woman said. "Our lives are
haphazard affairs; we're blown by chance--"
"We'll take a new start to-morrow and bury the past, whatever it is."
"You make it absolutely necessary for me to speak," the Countess told
him. Her tone again had a touch of weariness in it, but Pierce did not
see this. "I knew I'd have to, sooner or later, but it was nice to
drift and to dream--oh, it was pleasant--so I bit down on my tongue and
I listened to nothing but the song in my heart." She favored Pierce
with that shadowy, luminous smile he had come to know. "It was a clean,
sweet song and it meant a great deal to me." When he undertook to
caress her she drew away, then sat forward with her heels tucked close
into the pine boughs, her chin upon her knees. It was her favorite
attitude of meditation; wrapped thus in the embrace of her own arms,
she appeared to gain the strength and the determination necessary to go
on.
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