Part 65 (1/2)

”'Speak to me!' he whispered, tenderly. 'My darling, my angel, speak to me!'

”His voice helped me to recover myself. I had just sense enough left to remember that the time was pa.s.sing, and that I had not put my question to him yet about his name.

”'Suppose I felt for you as you feel for me?' I said. 'Suppose I loved you dearly enough to trust you with the happiness of all my life to come?'

”I paused a moment to get my breath. It was unbearably still and close; the air seemed to have died when the night came.

”'Would you be marrying me honorably,' I went on, 'if you married me in your present name?'

”His arm dropped from my waist, and I felt him give one great start.

After that he sat by me, still, and cold, and silent, as if my question had struck him dumb. I put my arm round his neck, and lifted my head again on his shoulder. Whatever the spell was I had laid on him, my coming closer in that way seemed to break it.

”'Who told you?' He stopped. 'No,' he went on, 'n.o.body can have told you. What made you suspect--?' He stopped again.

”'n.o.body told me,' I said; 'and I don't know what made me suspect. Women have strange fancies sometimes. Is Midwinter really your name?'

”'I can't deceive you,' he answered, after another interval of silence; 'Midwinter is _not_ really my name.'

”I nestled a little closer to him.

”'What _is_ your name?' I asked.

”He hesitated.

”I lifted my face till my cheek just touched his. I persisted, with my lips close at his ear:

”'What, no confidence in me even yet! No confidence in the woman who has almost confessed she loves you--who has almost consented to be your wife!'

”He turned his face to mine. For the second time he tried to kiss me, and for the second time I stopped him.

”'If I tell you my name,' he said, 'I must tell you more.'

”I let my cheek touch his again.

”'Why not?' I said. 'How can I love a man--much less marry him--if he keeps himself a stranger to me?'

”There was no answering that, as I thought. But he did answer it.

”'It is a dreadful story,' he said. 'It may darken all your life, if you know it, as it has darkened mine.'

”I put my other arm round him, and persisted. 'Tell it me; I'm not afraid; tell it me.'

”He began to yield to my other arm.

”'Will you keep it a sacred secret?' he said. 'Never to be breathed--never to be known but to you and me?'

”I promised him it should be a secret. I waited in a perfect frenzy of expectation. Twice he tried to begin, and twice his courage failed him.