Part 41 (1/2)

Honor gazed at him with helpless, fascinated eyes. Mrs. Kellinger noted the expression. There was evidently another secret: she had already divined one.

Soon afterward Honor went home, and Stephen did not accompany her.

Adelaide noted that. She noted also that he sat longer than usual in her parlor after the early dinner, smoking cigarettes and becoming gradually more and more drowsy, until at last, newspaper in hand, he sauntered off to his own room, as if for a _siesta_. It was too well acted. She said to herself, with conviction, ”He is going out!” A woman can deceive admirably in little things; a man can not. He can keep the secret of an a.s.sa.s.sination, but not of a clam supper. The very cat discovers it.

Adelaide went to her room, put on her trim little walking-boots and English round hat, and, slipping quietly out of the house, walked down the road to a wooded knoll she remembered, a little elevation that commanded the valley and the village; here, under a tree, she sat waiting. She had a volume of Landor: it was one of Wainwright's ways to like Landor. After half an hour had pa.s.sed, she heard, as she had expected to hear, footsteps; she looked up. Wainwright was pa.s.sing.

”Why--is it you?” she called out. ”I thought you would sleep for two hours at least. Sit down here awhile and breathe this delicious air with me.”

Wainwright, outwardly undisturbed, left the road, came up the knoll, and sat down by her side. Being in the shade, he took off his hat and threw himself back on the gra.s.s. But that did not make him look any larger.

Only a broad-shouldered, big fellow can amount to anything when lying down in the open air: he must crush with his careless length a good wide s.p.a.ce of gra.s.s and daisies, or he will inevitably be overcome by the preponderant weight of Nature--the fathomless sky above, the stretch of earth on each side. Wainwright took up the volume, which Adelaide did not conceal; that he had found her reading his favorite author secretly was another of the little facts with which she gemmed his life. ”What do you discover to like?” he asked.

”'His bugles on the Pyrenees dissolved the trance of Europe'; and, 'When the war is over, let us sail among the islands of the aegean and be as young as ever'; and, 'We are poor indeed when we have no half-wishes left us,'” said Adelaide, musically quoting. ”Then there is the 'Artemidora.'”

”You noticed that?”

”Yes.”

Meanwhile, the man was thinking, ”How can I get away unsuspected?” and the woman, ”How can I make him tell me?”

They talked some time longer; then Adelaide made up her mind to go into action.

_Adelaide_ (quietly). ”There is a change in you, Stephen. I want you to tell me the cause.”

_Stephen._ ”We all change as time moves on.”

_Adelaide._ ”But this is something different. I have noticed--”

_Stephen._ ”What?”

_Adelaide._ ”No one observes you so closely as I do, Stephen: my life is bound up in yours; your interests are mine. Anything that is for your happiness engrosses me; anything that threatens it disturbs me. Let us speak plainly, then: you are interested in Honor Dooris.”

_Stephen._ ”I am.”

_Adelaide._ ”More than that--you love her.”

_Stephen._ ”What is love, Adelaide?”

_Adelaide_ (with emotion). ”It was Ralph's feeling for me, Stephen. He is gone, but I have the warm memory in my heart. Somebody loved me once, and with all his soul.” (Leaning forward with tears in her eyes:) ”Take this young girl, Stephen; yes, take her. She will give you what you have never had in your life, poor fellow!--real happiness.”

Wainwright was silent.

_Adelaide._ ”Ah! I have known it a long time. You spent the whole of last summer here; what did that mean? You wrote to her at intervals all through the winter. You are here again. You love to study her girlish heart, to open the doors of her mind.” (Rapidly:) ”And have I not helped you? I have, I have. Was I not the quiet listener to all those first guarded descriptions of yours? Did I not comment upon each and every word of those careful little letters of hers, and follow every possibility of their meaning out to its fullest extent? All this to please _you_. But, when I came here and saw the child with my own eyes, did I not at once range myself really upon your side? Have I not had her here? Did I not form a close acquaintance with her family? Did I not give you those morning hours with her at the library? And am I not here also to answer for her, to describe her to your friends, to uphold your choice, to bring out and develop her striking beauty?”

_Stephen._ ”But she is not beautiful.”

_Adelaide._ ”She is. Let me dress her once or twice, and New York shall rave over her. I have had your interests all the time at heart, Stephen.

Was it not I who sent for John Royce? And did you not see why I sent for him? It was to try her. I have given her every chance to see him, to be with him, to admire him. He is near her own age, and he is a handsome fellow, full of life and spirit. But you see as well as I do that she has come out unscathed. Take her, then, Stephen; you can do it safely, young as she is, for the man she first loves she will love always.”

As she spoke, an almost imperceptible tremor showed itself around the mouth of the small, plain, young-old man who was lying on the gra.s.s beside her; he seemed to be conscious of it himself, and covered his mouth with his hand.

_Adelaide._ ”But there is something which you must tell _me_ now, Stephen. _You_ can not be in league with these outlaws; is it Honor, then? You had better tell. Her uncle and aunt evidently know nothing of it, and the child should have a woman-friend by her side. You know I would cut myself up into small pieces for you, Stephen; let me be your ally in this, too. Is it not best for Honor that I should know everything? Shall I not be her true friend when she is your wife--your sweet young wife, Stephen, in that old house of yours which we will fit up for her together, and where you will let me come and see you, will you not, your faithful, loving cousin?” Her voice broke; she turned her head away. Her emotion was real. The man by her side, urged at last out of his gray reticence by his own deep longing, which welled up irresistibly to meet her sympathy, turned over on his arm and told her all--in a few words as regarded himself, with careful explanation as regarded Honor.