Part 24 (1/2)
”But,” she objected, ”you've told me a curious story of one who never had a chance or incentive to 'go straight'--as you put it. And yet you seem to think that an overnight resolution to reform is all that's needed to change all the habits of a life-time. You persuade me of your sincerity of today; but how will it be with you tomorrow--and not so much tomorrow as six months from tomorrow, when you've found the going rough and know you've only to take one step aside to gain a smooth and easy way?”
”If I fail, then, it will be because I'm unfit--and I'll go under, and never be heard of again.... But I shan't fail. It seems to me the very fact that I want to go straight is proof enough that I've something inherently decent in me to build on.”
”I do believe that, and yet...” She lowered her head and began to trace a meaningless pattern on the cloth before she resumed. ”You've given me to understand I'm responsible for your sudden awakening, that it's because of a regard conceived for me you're so anxious to become an honest man. Suppose ... suppose you were to find out ... you'd been mistaken in me?”
”That isn't possible,” he objected promptly.
She smiled upon him wistfully--and leniently from her remote coign of superior intuitive knowledge of human nature.
”But if it were--?”
”Then--I think,” he said soberly--”I think I'd feel as though there were nothing but emptiness beneath my feet!”
”And you'd backslide--?”
”How can I tell?” he expostulated. ”It's not a fair question. I don't know what I'd do, but I do know it would need something d.a.m.nable to shake my faith in you!”
”You think so now,” she said tolerantly. ”But if appearances were against me--”
”They'd have to be black!”
”If you found I had deceived you--?”
”Miss Shannon!” He threw an arm across the table and suddenly imprisoned her hand. ”There's no use beating about the bush. You've got to know--”
She drew back suddenly with a frightened look and a monosyllable of sharp protest: ”No!”
”But you must listen to me. I want you to understand.... Bourke used to say to me: 'The man who lets love into his life opens a door no mortal hand can close--and G.o.d only knows what will follow in!' And Bourke was right.... Now that door is open in my heart, and I think that whatever follows in won't be evil or degrading.... Oh, I've said it a dozen different ways of indirection, but I may as well say it squarely now: I love you; it's love of you makes me want to go straight--the hope that when I've proved myself you'll maybe let me ask you to marry me....
Perhaps you're in love with a better man today; I'm willing to chance that; a year brings many changes. Perhaps there's something I don't fathom in your doubting my strength and constancy. Only the outcome can declare that. But please understand this: if I fail to make good, it will be no fault of yours; it will be because I'm unfit and have proved it.... All I ask is what you've generously promised me: opportunity to come to you at the end of the year and make my report.... And then, if you will, you can say no to the question I'll ask you and I shan't resent it, and it won't ruin me; for if a man can stick to a purpose for a year, he can stick to it forever, with or without the love of the woman he loves.”
She heard him out without attempt at interruption, but her answer was prefaced by a sad little shake of her head.
”That's what makes it so hard, so terribly hard,” she said.... ”Of course I've understood you. All that you've said by indirection, and much besides, has had its meaning to me. And I'm glad and proud of the honour you offer me. But I can't accept it; I can never accept it--not now nor a year from now. It wouldn't be fair to let you go on hoping I might some time consent to marry you.... For that's impossible.”
”You--forgive me--you're not already married?”
”No....”
”Or promised?”
”No....”
”Or in love with someone else?”
Again she told him, gently, ”No.”
His face cleared. He squared his shoulders. He even mustered up a smile.
”Then it isn't impossible. No human obstacle exists that time can't overthrow. In spite of all you say, I shall go on hoping with all my heart and soul and strength.”