took him some time to
recollect his thoughts. He had
awakened with a certain blank and
childish sense of pleasure,
like a man who had received a
legacyovernight; but this
feeling gradually died away, and was then suddenly and
stunningly succeeded by a
conviction of the truth. The whole
story of the past night
sprang into his mind with every
detail, as by an exercise of the direct and
speedy sense of
sight, and he arose from the ditch and, with rueful courage,
went to meet his love.
She came up to him walking steady and fast, her face still
pale, but to all appearance
perfectlycomposed; and she
showed neither surprise,
relief, nor pleasure at
finding her
lover on the spot. Nor did she offer him her hand.
'Here I am,' said he.
'Yes,' she replied; and then, without a pause or any change
of voice, 'I want you to take me away,' she added.
'Away?' he
repeated. 'How? Where?'
'To-day,' she said. 'I do not care where it is, but I want
you to take me away.'
'For how long? I do not understand,' gasped Dick.
'I shall never come back here any more,' was all she
answered.
Wild words uttered, as these were, with perfect quiet of
manner and voice, exercise a double influence on the hearer's
mind. Dick was confounded; he recovered from astonishment
only to fall into doubt and alarm. He looked upon her frozen
attitude, so discouraging for a lover to behold, and recoiled
from the thoughts which it suggested.
'To me?' he asked. 'Are you coming to me, Esther?'
'I want you to take me away,' she
repeated with weary
impatience. 'Take me away - take me away from here.'
The situation was not
sufficiently defined. Dick asked
himself with concern whether she were
altogether in her right
wits. To take her away, to marry her, to work off his hands
for her support, Dick was content to do all this; yet he
required some show of love upon her part. He was not one of
those tough-hided and small-hearted males who would marry
their love at the point of the
bayonet rather than not marry
her at all. He desired that a woman should come to his arms
with an
attractivewillingness, if not with
ardour. And
Esther's
bearing was more that of
despair than that of love.
It chilled him and taught him wisdom.
'Dearest,' he urged, 'tell me what you wish, and you shall
have it; tell me your thoughts, and then I can
advise you.
But to go from here without a plan, without forethought, in
the heat of a moment, is madder than
madness, and can help
nothing. I am not
speaking like a man, but I speak the
truth; and I tell you again, the thing's
absurd, and wrong,
and hurtful.'
She looked at him with a lowering,
languid look of wrath.
'So you will not take me?' she said. 'Well, I will go
alone.'
And she began to step forward on her way. But he threw
himself before her.
'Esther, Esther!' he cried.
'Let me go - don't touch me - what right have you to
interfere? Who are you, to touch me?' she flashed out,
shrill with anger.
Then, being made bold by her
violence, he took her firmly,
almost
roughly, by the arm, and held her while he spoke.
'You know well who I am, and what I am, and that I love you.
You say I will not help you; but your heart knows the
contrary. It is you who will not help me; for you will not
tell me what you want. You see - or you could see, if you
took the pains to look - how I have waited here all night to
be ready at your service. I only asked information; I only
urged you to consider; and I still urge and beg you to think
better of your fancies. But if your mind is made up, so be
it; I will beg no longer; I give you my orders; and I will
not allow - not allow you to go hence alone.'
She looked at him for
awhile with cold,
unkind scrutiny like
one who tries the
temper of a tool.
'Well, take me away, then,' she said with a sigh.