第15章 THE WAITING SUPPER(8)

The information,coupled with the infelicitous word 'proudly,'caused Nicholas to flush with mortification.He knew that it was in his aunt's nature to make a brag of that sort;but worse than the brag was the fact that this was the first occasion on which Christine had deigned to show her consciousness that such a marriage would be a source of pride to his relatives--the only two he had in the world.

'You are sorry,then,even to be thought my wife,much less to be it.'He dropped her hand,which fell lifelessly.

'It is not sorry exactly,dear Nic.But I feel uncomfortable and vexed,that after screwing up my courage,my fidelity,to the point of going to church,you should have so muddled--managed the matter that it has ended in neither one thing nor the other.How can I meet acquaintances,when I don't know what they are thinking of me?'

'Then,dear Christine,let us mend the muddle.I'll go away for a few days and get another licence,and you can come to me.'She shrank from this perceptibly.'I cannot screw myself up to it a second time,'she said.'I am sure I cannot!Besides,I promised Mr.Bealand.And yet how can I continue to see you after such a rumour?We shall be watched now,for certain.''Then don't see me.'

'I fear I must not for the present.Altogether--'

'What?'

'I am very depressed.'

These views were not very inspiriting to Nicholas,as he construed them.It may indeed have been possible that he construed them wrongly,and should have insisted upon her making the rumour true.

Unfortunately,too,he had come to her in a hurry through brambles and briars,water and weed,and the shaggy wildness which hung about his appearance at this fine and correct time of day lent an impracticability to the look of him.

'You blame me--you repent your courses--you repent that you ever,ever owned anything to me!'

'No,Nicholas,I do not repent that,'she returned gently,though with firmness.'But I think that you ought not to have got that licence without asking me first;and I also think that you ought to have known how it would be if you lived on here in your present position,and made no effort to better it.I can bear whatever comes,for social ruin is not personal ruin or even personal disgrace.But as a sensible,new-risen poet says,whom I have been reading this morning:-The world and its ways have a certain worth:

And to press a point while these oppose Were simple policy.Better wait.

As soon as you had got my promise,Nic,you should have gone away--yes--and made a name,and come back to claim me.That was my silly girlish dream about my hero.'

'Perhaps I can do as much yet!And would you have indeed liked better to live away from me for family reasons,than to run a risk in seeing me for affection's sake?O what a cold heart it has grown!

If I had been a prince,and you a dairymaid,I'd have stood by you in the face of the world!'

She shook her head.'Ah--you don't know what society is--you don't know.'

'Perhaps not.Who was that strange gentleman of about seven-and-twenty I saw at Mr.Bellston's christening feast?''Oh--that was his nephew James.Now he is a man who has seen an unusual extent of the world for his age.He is a great traveller,you know.''Indeed.'

'In fact an explorer.He is very entertaining.''No doubt.'

Nicholas received no shock of jealousy from her announcement.He knew her so well that he could see she was not in the least in love with Bellston.But he asked if Bellston were going to continue his explorations.

'Not if he settles in life.Otherwise he will,I suppose.''Perhaps I could be a great explorer,too,if I tried.''You could,I am sure.'

They sat apart,and not together;each looking afar off at vague objects,and not in each other's eyes.Thus the sad autumn afternoon waned,while the waterfall hissed sarcastically of the inevitableness of the unpleasant.Very different this from the time when they had first met there.

The nook was most picturesque;but it looked horridly common and stupid now.Their sentiment had set a colour hardly less visible than a material one on surrounding objects,as sentiment must where life is but thought.Nicholas was as devoted as ever to the fair Christine;but unhappily he too had moods and humours,and the division between them was not closed.

She had no sooner got indoors and sat down to her work-table than her father entered the drawing-room.

She handed him his newspaper;he took it without a word,went and stood on the hearthrug,and flung the paper on the floor.

'Christine,what's the meaning of this terrible story?I was just on my way to look at the register.'She looked at him without speech.

'You have married--Nicholas Long?'

'No,father.'

'No?Can you say no in the face of such facts as I have been put in possession of?''Yes.'

'But--the note you wrote to the rector--and the going to church?'She briefly explained that their attempt had failed.

'Ah!Then this is what that dancing meant,was it?By -,it makes me -.How long has this been going on,may I ask?''This what?'

'What,indeed!Why,making him your beau.Now listen to me.All's well that ends well;from this day,madam,this moment,he is to be nothing more to you.You are not to see him.Cut him adrift instantly!I only wish his volk were on my farm--out they should go,or I would know the reason why.However,you are to write him a letter to this effect at once.'

'How can I cut him adrift?'

'Why not?You must,my good maid!'

'Well,though I have not actually married him,I have solemnly sworn to be his wife when he comes home from abroad to claim me.It would be gross perjury not to fulfil my promise.Besides,no woman can go to church with a man to deliberately solemnize matrimony,and refuse him afterwards,if he does nothing wrong meanwhile.'