Part 9 (1/2)
Postgraduate work was to begin during the summer. An a.s.sistant professors.h.i.+p, then a full professors.h.i.+p--these were successive stations already marked by him on the clear track of life; and he was now moving toward them with straight and steady aim. Sometimes we encounter personalities which seem to move through the discords of this life as though guided by laws of harmony; they know neither outward check nor inward swerving, and are endowed with that peaceful pa.s.sion for toil which does the world's work and is one of the marks of genius.
He was one of these--a growth of the new time not comprehended by his mother. She could neither understand it nor him. The pain which this had given him at first he had soon outgrown; and what might have been a tragedy to another nature melted away in the steady sunlight of his entire reasonableness. Perhaps he realized that the scientific son can never be the idol of a household until he is born of scientific parents.
As mother and elder son now turned to greet him, the mother was not herself aware that she still leaned upon the arm of Rowan and that Dent walked into the breakfast room alone.
Less than usual was said during the meal. They were a reserved household, inclined to the small n.o.bilities of silence. (It is questionable whether talkative families ever have much to say.) This morning each had especial reason for self-communing.
When they had finished breakfast and came out into the hall. Dent paused at one of the parlor doors.
”Mother” he said simply, ”come into the parlor a moment, will you?
And Rowan, I should like to see you also.”
They followed him with surprise and all seated themselves.
”Mother,” he said, addressing Her with a clear beautiful light in his gray eyes, yet not without the reserve which he always felt and always inspired, ”I wish to tell you that I am engaged to Pansy Vaughan. And to tell you also, Rowan. You know that I finish college this year; she does also. We came to an understanding yesterday afternoon and I wish you both to know it at once. We expect to be married in the autumn as soon as I am of age and a man in my own right. Mother, Pansy is coming to see you; and Rowan, I hope you will go to see Pansy. Both of you will like her and be proud of her when you know her.”
He rose as though he had rounded his communication to a perfect shape. ”Now I must get to my work. Good morning,” and with a smile for each he walked quietly out of the room. He knew that he could not expect their congratulations at that moment and that further conference would be awkward for all. He could merely tell them the truth and leave the rest to the argument of time.
”But I cannot believe it, Rowan! I cannot!”
Mrs. Meredith sat regarding' her elder son with incredulity and distress. The shock of the news was for certain reasons even greater to him; so that he could not yet command himself sufficiently to comfort her. After a few moments she resumed: ”I did not know that Dent had begun to think about girls. He never said so. He has never cared for society. He has seemed absorbed in his studies. And now--Dent in love. Dent engaged, Dent to be married in the autumn--why, Rowan, am I dreaming, am I in my senses? And to this girl! She has entrapped him--poor, innocent, unsuspecting Dent! My poor, little, short-sighted bookworm.”
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she laughed also. She had a mother's hope that this trouble would turn to comedy. She went on quickly: ”Did you know anything about this? Has he ever spoken to you about it?”
”No, I am just as much surprised. But then Dent never speaks in advance.”
She looked at him a little timidly: ”I thought perhaps it was this that has been troubling you. You have been trying to hide it from me.”
He dropped his eyes quickly and made no reply.
”And do you suppose he is in earnest, Rowan?”
”He would never jest on such a subject.”
”I mean, do you think he knows his own mind?”
”He always does.”
”But would he marry against my wishes?”
”He takes it for granted that you will be pleased: he said so.”
”But how can he think I'll be pleased? I have never spoken to this girl in my life. I have never seen her except when we have pa.s.sed them on the turnpike. I never spoke to her father but once and that was years ago when he came here one cold winter afternoon to buy a shock of fodder from your father.”
She was a white character; but even the whiteness of ermine gains by being necked with blackness. ”How can he treat me with so little consideration? It is just as if he had said: 'Good morning, mother. I am going to disgrace the family by my marriage, but I know you will be delighted---good morning.'”
”You forget that Dent does not think he will disgrace the family.
He said you would be proud of her.”
”Well, when the day comes for me to be proud of this, there will not be much left to be ashamed of. Rowan, for once I shall interfere.”