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daughters; and he asked himself if Mays face was doomed to thicken into the same middle-aged image of invincible innocence. Ah, no, he did not want May to have that kind of innocence, the innocence that seals the mind against imagination and the heart against experience! I verily believe, Mrs. Welland continued, that if the horrible business had come out in the newspapers it would have been my husbands death-blow. I dont know any of the details; I only ask not to, as I told poor Ellen when she tried to talk to me about it. Having an invalid to care for, I have to keep my mind bright and happy. But Mr. Welland was terribly upset; he had a slight temperature every morning while we were waiting to hear what had been decided. It was the horror of his girls learning that such things were possiblebut of course, dear Newland, you felt that too. We all knew that you were thinking of May. Im always thinking of May, the young man rejoined, rising to cut short the conversation. He had meant to seize the opportunity of his private talk with Mrs. Welland to urge her to advance the date of his marriage. But he could think of no arguments that would move her, and with a sense of relief he saw Mr. Welland and May driving up to the door. His only hope was to plead again with May, and on the day before his departure he walked with her to the ruinous garden of the Spanish Mission. The background lent itself to allusions to European scenes; and May, who was looking her loveliest under a wide-brimmed hat that cast a shadow of mystery over her too-clear eyes, kindled into eagerness as he spoke of Granada and the Alhambra. We might be seeing it all this springeven the Easter ceremonies at Seville, he urged, exaggerating his demands in the hope of a larger concession. Easter in Seville? And it will be Lent next week! she laughed. Why shouldnt we be married in Lent? he rejoined; but she looked so shocked that he saw his mistake. Of course I didnt mean that, dearest; but soon after Easterso that we could sail at the end of April. I know I could arrange it at the office. She smiled dreamily upon the possibility; but he perceived that to dream of it sufficed her. It was like hearing him read aloud out of his poetry books the beautiful things that could not possibly happen in real life. Oh, do go on, Newland; I do love your descriptions. But why should they be only descriptions? Why shouldnt we make them real? We shall, dearest, of course; next year. Her voice lingered over it. Dont you want them to be real sooner? Cant I persuade you to break away now? She bowed her head, vanishing from him under her conniving hat-brim. Why should we dream away another year? Look at me, dear! Dont you understand how I want you for my wife? For a moment she remained motionless; then she raised on him eyes of such despairing dearness that he half-released her waist from his hold. But suddenly her look changed and deepened inscrutably. Im not sure if I do understand, she said. Is itis it because youre not certain of continuing to care for me? |
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