Part 24 (1/2)
She was silent a moment, feeling that she ought to go away. In staying she was trifling with danger; but after all he had a right to be heard.
”Oh, I know your people's point of view,” he went on; ”but I think it is not altogether yours. In one respect, they're wrong. My mother was the daughter of a bush pioneer, and in all that's most important I'm her son; but my father belonged to your own rank. He was brought up as an English gentleman. I'll show you the evidence I have of this some day, though it makes no difference.”
”It must make a difference,” Beatrice insisted with a surprised look.
”It can make none. For some reason his relatives cast him off, and declined to claim me. I don't know why, and I shall never trouble to find out. I tell you this because I think you ought to know. It is as Craig Harding, the prairie farmer, that I stand or fall; my own faults and merits are the only things that count.”
”It's a bold claim you make.”
”Well,” he said, ”so far, I've been clearing the ground. The sure foundation is the bed-rock of human nature, and we must settle this as man and woman. I know what you are; I knew when I first saw you; and I want you. I need you, Beatrice. My love is great enough to master any doubt you may have, and to hold you safe from all harm. Then, if all goes well, I can give you what you wish, and put you where you want to be. The woman I marry will have a wider influence than the wife of any man at Allenwood; a small matter in the real scale of things, but with so much against me I must urge all I can.” He paused and stretched out his hands. ”You are not afraid, Beatrice. It is not too great a venture for you?”
She stood still, with a tense expression, struggling against something that drew her toward him. Prudence, training, and prejudice, urged her to resist, and yet she was on the point of yielding.
”I _am_ afraid,” she said. ”Only one thing could justify such a risk.”
”That's true; it's what encourages me. You couldn't have made me love you as I do, unless you were able to give love in return.”
She was silent, knowing that what he said was true.
He took a step nearer her, and his own face was tense.
”If you can declare you care nothing at all for me, that it would cause you no regret if you never saw me again, I'll make the best fight I can with my trouble and leave you alone for good. You will answer honestly?”
The color swept into her face, for she felt compelled to speak the naked truth.
”I can't go so far as that,” she said in a low voice. ”I should feel regret.”
”Then the rest will follow! Why do you hesitate?”
She smiled, for the matter was too serious for trivial embarra.s.sment, and she knew the man would force her to deal frankly with plain issues.
”You seem so sure?”
”I am, of myself.”
”The difficulty is that I'm not an isolated individual, but a member of a family, and belong to a race that has its code of rules. I must think of the shock to my parents and my friends; all the pain that any rash act of mine might give to others. They may be wrong, but what they think I feel, in a half-instinctive way, that reasoning can't change. I should have to stand upon defense against my subconscious self.”
”I know,” he said gently. ”But the choice is one that many have to make.
One must often stand alone. It's true that I have all to gain and you all to risk; but, Beatrice----”
He broke off, and held out both hands appealingly to her.
”Beatrice!”
The girl was deeply stirred. She had not expected him to plead like this. In her world one took things for granted and implied instead of a.s.serting them. At Allenwood he was spoken of as a rude, materialistic iconoclast, but she had found him a reckless idealist; although he made her feel that instead of being impractical he was dealing with stern realities. She would have made the great adventure only that she was not sure of her own heart yet. The consequences were too serious for one to risk a mistake.
She stood motionless, her eyes veiled by her dark lashes, and he knew the struggle that was going on within her. In his own eyes there was a great yearning; but a birthright of the pioneer is patience.