Part 103 (2/2)
”At any rate, I had nothing;--and he had nothing. How could I have dared to think even of such a marriage?”
”Did he think of it, Laura?”
”I suppose he did.”
”You know he did. Did you not tell me before?”
”Well;--yes. He thought of it. I had come to some foolish, half-sentimental resolution as to friends.h.i.+p, believing that he and I could be knit together by some adhesion of fraternal affection that should be void of offence to my husband; and in furtherance of this he was asked to Loughlinter when I went there, just after I had accepted Robert. He came down, and I measured him too, as you have done. I measured him, and I found that he wanted nothing to come up to the height required by my standard. I think I knew him better than you did.”
”Very possibly;--but why measure him at all, when such measurement was useless?”
”Can one help such things? He came to me one day as I was sitting up by the Linter. You remember the place, where it makes its first leap.”
”I remember it very well.”
”So do I. Robert had shown it me as the fairest spot in all Scotland.”
”And there this lover of ours sang his song to you?”
”I do not know what he told me then; but I know that I told him that I was engaged; and I felt when I told him so that my engagement was a sorrow to me. And it has been a sorrow from that day to this.”
”And the hero, Phineas,--he is still dear to you?”
”Dear to me?”
”Yes. You would have hated me, had he become my husband? And you will hate Madame Goesler when she becomes his wife?”
”Not in the least. I am no dog in the manger. I have even gone so far as almost to wish, at certain moments, that you should accept him.”
”And why?”
”Because he has wished it so heartily.”
”One can hardly forgive a man for such speedy changes,” said Violet.
”Was I not to forgive him;--I, who had turned myself away from him with a fixed purpose the moment that I found that he had made a mark upon my heart? I could not wipe off the mark, and yet I married. Was he not to try to wipe off his mark?”
”It seems that he wiped it off very quickly;--and since that he has wiped off another mark. One doesn't know how many marks he has wiped off. They are like the inn-keeper's score which he makes in chalk. A damp cloth brings them all away, and leaves nothing behind.”
”What would you have?”
”There should be a little notch on the stick,--to remember by,” said Violet. ”Not that I complain, you know. I cannot complain, as I was not notched myself.”
”You are silly, Violet.”
”In not having allowed myself to be notched by this great champion?”
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