Part 58 (1/2)
”I only care for artificial ones. Shall I get you some cowslips?”
”If you wouldn't mind. We'll both go.”
They gathered between them a big bunch. Now and again they would race like children for a promising clump.
”This bores you awfully,” she remarked presently.
”I don't believe I've ever been so happy in my life,” he replied seriously.
”Nonsense!”
”A fact. Am I not with you?”
Mavis did not reply.
”And, again, it's all so natural, you and I being here alone with nature; it's all so wonderful; one can forget the beastly worries of life.”
He spoke truly. Although it was getting late, the light persisted, as if reluctant to leave the gladness of newborn things. All about her, Mavis could see the trees were decked in fresh green foliage, virginal, unsoiled; everywhere she saw a modest pride in unaffected beauty. Human interests and emulations seemed to have no lot in this serenity: no habitation was in sight; it was hard for Mavis to believe how near she was to a thriving country town. Strange unmorality, with which immersion in nature affects ardent spirits, influenced Mavis; nothing seemed to matter beyond present happiness. She made Perigal carry the cowslips, the while she frolicked with Jill. He watched her coolly, critically, appraisingly; she had no conception how desirable she appeared in his eyes. Lengthening shadows told them that it was time to go home. They left the cowslip field regretfully to walk the remaining two miles to Melkbridge.
”I want you to promise me something,” she said, after some moments of silence.
”What?”
”To promise me to do something with your life.”
”Why should you wish that?”
”You saved Jill's life. If you hadn't, I should now be miserable and heart-broken, whereas--Will you promise me what I ask?”
He did not speak immediately; she put her hand on his arm.
”I was wondering if it were any use promising,” he said, ”I've had so many tries.”
”Will you promise you'll try once more?”
”Yes.”
”Thank you.”
”I promise I'll try, for your sake.”
They talked till they were within half a mile of the town. Then he said:
”I'm going to leave you here.”
”Ashamed of being seen with me?”
”Why should I be ashamed?” he asked.