Part 22 (1/2)

Yes, she was looking for something; and she came round by the prostrate trees that would have been invisible but for the white nakedness which enabled her to avoid them easily. Thus she approached the heap of ashes, and acting upon what was suggested by a still s.h.i.+ning ember or two, she took a stick and stirred the heap, which thereupon burst into a flame. On looking around by the light thus obtained she for the first time saw the illumined face of Fitzpiers, precisely in the spot where she had left him.

Grace gave a start and a scream: the place had been a.s.sociated with him in her thoughts, but she had not expected to find him there still.

Fitzpiers lost not a moment in rising and going to her side.

”I frightened you dreadfully, I know,” he said. ”I ought to have spoken; but I did not at first expect it to be you. I have been sitting here ever since.”

He was actually supporting her with his arm, as though under the impression that she was quite overcome, and in danger of falling. As soon as she could collect her ideas she gently withdrew from his grasp, and explained what she had returned for: in getting up or down from the gig, or when sitting by the hut fire, she had dropped her purse.

”Now we will find it,” said Fitzpiers.

He threw an armful of last year's leaves on to the fire, which made the flame leap higher, and the encompa.s.sing shades to weave themselves into a denser contrast, turning eve into night in a moment. By this radiance they groped about on their hands and knees, till Fitzpiers rested on his elbow, and looked at Grace. ”We must always meet in odd circ.u.mstances,” he said; ”and this is one of the oddest. I wonder if it means anything?”

”Oh no, I am sure it doesn't,” said Grace in haste, quickly a.s.suming an erect posture. ”Pray don't say it any more.”

”I hope there was not much money in the purse,” said Fitzpiers, rising to his feet more slowly, and brus.h.i.+ng the leaves from his trousers.

”Scarcely any. I cared most about the purse itself, because it was given me. Indeed, money is of little more use at Hintock than on Crusoe's island; there's hardly any way of spending it.”

They had given up the search when Fitzpiers discerned something by his foot. ”Here it is,” he said, ”so that your father, mother, friend, or ADMIRER will not have his or her feelings hurt by a sense of your negligence after all.”

”Oh, he knows nothing of what I do now.”

”The admirer?” said Fitzpiers, slyly.

”I don't know if you would call him that,” said Grace, with simplicity.

”The admirer is a superficial, conditional creature, and this person is quite different.”

”He has all the cardinal virtues.”

”Perhaps--though I don't know them precisely.”

”You unconsciously practise them, Miss Melbury, which is better.

According to Schleiermacher they are Self-control, Perseverance, Wisdom, and Love; and his is the best list that I know.”

”I am afraid poor--” She was going to say that she feared Winterborne--the giver of the purse years before--had not much perseverance, though he had all the other three; but she determined to go no further in this direction, and was silent.

These half-revelations made a perceptible difference in Fitzpiers. His sense of personal superiority wasted away, and Grace a.s.sumed in his eyes the true aspect of a mistress in her lover's regard.

”Miss Melbury,” he said, suddenly, ”I divine that this virtuous man you mention has been refused by you?”

She could do no otherwise than admit it.

”I do not inquire without good reason. G.o.d forbid that I should kneel in another's place at any shrine unfairly. But, my dear Miss Melbury, now that he is gone, may I draw near?”

”I--I can't say anything about that!” she cried, quickly. ”Because when a man has been refused you feel pity for him, and like him more than you did before.”

This increasing complication added still more value to Grace in the surgeon's eyes: it rendered her adorable. ”But cannot you say?” he pleaded, distractedly.

”I'd rather not--I think I must go home at once.”