Part 33 (2/2)
”In two minutes!”
And in two minutes he was flown, agonizingly anxious, knowing that something was wrong. Prudence was waiting for him, and as he reached the bottom step she clutched his hands desperately.
”Jerry,” she whispered, ”I--forgive me--I honestly-- Oh, I didn't think what I was saying last night. You were so dear, and I was so happy, and for a while I really believed we could belong to each other.
But I can't, you know. I've promised papa and the girls a dozen times that I would never marry. Don't you see how it is? I must take it back.”
Jerry smiled a little, it must be admitted. This was so like his conscientious little Prudence!
”Dearest,” he said gently, ”you have said that because you were not awake. You did not love. But you are awake now. You love me. Your father would never allow you to sacrifice yourself like that. The girls would not hear of it. They want you to be happy. And you can't be happy without me, can you?”
Suddenly she crushed close to him. ”Oh, Jerry,” she sobbed, ”I will never be happy again, I know. But--it is right for me to stay here, and be the mother in the parsonage. It is wicked of me to want you more than all of them. Don't you see it is? They haven't any mother.
They haven't any one but me. Of course, they would not allow it, but they will not know anything about it. I must do it myself. And father especially must never know. I want you to go away this morning before breakfast, and--never come again.”
She clung to him as she said this, but her voice did not falter. ”And you must not write to me any more. For, oh, Jerry, if I see you again I can never let you go, I know it. Will you do this for me?”
”You've been up all night, haven't you, dearest?”
”Yes,--I remembered, and then I couldn't sleep.”
”What have you been doing all night? It is morning now.”
”I walked up and down the floor, and pounded my hands together,” she admitted, with a mournful smile.
”You are nervous and excited,” he said tenderly. ”Let's wait until after breakfast. Then we'll talk it all over with your father, and it shall be as he says. Won't that be better?”
”Oh, no. For father will say whatever he thinks will make me happy.
He must not know a thing about it. Promise, Jerry, that you will never tell him one word.”
”I promise, of course, Prudence. I will let you tell him.”
But she shook her head. ”He will never know. Oh, Jerry! I can't bear to think of never seeing you again, and never getting letters from you, and-- It seems to kill me inside, just the thought of it.”
”Sit down here in my lap. Put your head on my shoulder, like that.
Let me rub your face a little. You're feverish. You are sick. Go to bed, won't you, sweetheart? We can settle this later on.”
”You must go right away, or I can not let you go at all!”
”Do you mean you want me to get my things, and go right now?”
”Yes.” She buried her face in his shoulder. ”If--if you stay in your room until breakfast time, I will lock you in, so you can not leave me again. I know it. I am crazy to-day.”
”Don't you think you owe me something, as well as your father and sisters? Didn't G.o.d bring us together, and make us love each other?
Don't you think He intended us for each other? Do you wish you had never met me?”
”Jerry!”
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