Part 34 (2/2)
~He.~ ”But you can come closer.”
~She.~ ”Thanks.” (~She comes closer.~)
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~He.~ ”Isn't that more comfortable?”
~She.~ ”Yes - very much.”
~He.~ (~Very hot, and not knowing what to say~) - ”I - I think you'll slip!”
~She.~ ”Oh no! it's very comfortable indeed.”
(That is to say - thinks Mr. Verdant Green-that sitting BY ME is very comfortable. Hurrah!) ~She.~ ”It's very hot, don't you think?”
~He.~ ”How very odd! I was just thinking the same.”
~She.~ ”I think I shall take my hat off - it is so warm. Dear me!
how stupid! - the strings are in a knot.”
~He.~ ”Let me see if I can untie them for you.”
~She.~ ”Thanks! no! I can manage.” (~But she cannot.~) ~He.~ ”You'd better let me try! now do!”
~She.~ ”Oh, thanks! but I'm sorry you should have the trouble.”
~He.~ ”No trouble at all. Quite a pleasure.”
In a very hot condition of mind and fingers, Mr. Verdant Green then endeavoured to release the strings from their entanglement. But all in vain: he tugged, and pulled, and only made matters worse. Once or twice in the struggle his hands touched Miss Patty's chin; and no highly-charged electrical machine could have imparted a shock greater than that tingling sensation of pleasure which Mr. Verdant Green experienced when his fingers, for the fraction of a second, touched Miss Patty's soft dimpled chin. Then there was her beautiful neck, so white, and with such blue veins! he had an irresistible desire to stroke it for its very smoothness - as one loves to feel the polish of marble, or the glaze of wedding cards - instead of employing his hands in fumbling at the brown ribands, whose knots became more complicated than ever. Then there was her happy rosy face, so close to which his own was brought; and her bright, laughing, hazel eyes, in which, as he timidly looked up, he saw little daguerreotypes of himself. Would that he could retain such a photographer by his side through life! Miss Bouncer's camera was as nothing compared with the ~camera lucida~ of those clear eyes, that shone upon him so truthfully, and mirrored for him such pretty pictures. And what with these eyes, and the face, and the chin, and the neck, Mr. Verdant Green was brought into such an irretrievable state of mental excitement that he was perfectly unable to render Miss Patty the service he had proffered. But, more than that, he as yet lacked sufficient courage to carry out his darling project.
At length Miss Patty herself untied the rebellious knot, and took off her hat. The highly interesting conversation was then resumed.
~She.~ ”What a frightful state my hair is in!” (~Loops up an
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escaped lock.~) ”You must think me so untidy. But out in the country, and in a place like this where no one sees us, it makes one careless of appearance.”
~He.~ ”I like 'a sweetneglect,' especially in - in some people; it suits them so well. I - 'pon my word, it's very hot!”
~She.~ ”But how much hotter it must be from under the shade. It is so pleasant here. It seems so dreamlike to sit among the shadows and look out upon the bright landscape.”
~He.~ ”It ~is~ - very jolly - soothing, at least!” (~A pause.~) ”I think you'll slip. Do you know, I think it will be safer if you will let me” (~here his courage fails him. He endeavours to say~ put my arm round your waist, ~but his tongue refuses to speak the words; so he subst.i.tutes~) ”change places with you.”
~She.~ (~Rises, with a look of amused vexation.~) ”Certainly! If you so particularly wish it.” (~They change places.~) ”Now, you see, you have lost by the change. You are too tall for that end of the seat, and it did very nicely for a little body like me.”
~He.~ (~With a thrill of delight and a sudden burst of strategy.~) ”I can hold on to this branch, if my arm will not inconvenience you.”
~She.~ ”Oh no! not particularly:” (~he pa.s.ses his right arm behind her, and takes hold of a bough:~) ”but I should think it's not very comfortable for you.”
~He.~ ”I couldn't be more comfortable, I'm sure.” (~Nearly slips off the tree, and doubles up his legs into an unpicturesque att.i.tude highly suggestive of misery. - A pause~) ”And do you tell your secrets here?”
~She.~ ”My secrets? Oh, I see - you mean, with Kitty. Oh, yes! if this tree could talk, it would be able to tell such dreadful stories.”
~He.~ ”I wonder if it could tell any dreadful stories of - ~me?~”
[AN OXFORD FRESHMAN 247]
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