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"Long before."
"And it didn't make any difference in the way you felt toward me?"
"It did; it made the vastest difference." They were pacing slowly up and down the portico, and she waited until they had made the turn at the Woodlawn end before she went on. "I thought I knew you when we were boy and girl together, and, girl-like, I suppose I had idealized you in some ways. I thought I knew your wickednesses, and that they were not weaknesses; so--so it was a miserable shock. But it was not for me to judge you--only as you might rise or sink from that desperate starting point. When I came home I was sure that you had risen; I have been sure of it ever since until--until these few wretched hours to-night. They are past, and now I'm going to be sure of it some more, Tom."
It was his turn to be silent, and they had measured twice the length of the pillared floor when at last he said:
"What if I should tell you that you are mistaken--that all of them are mistaken?"
"Don't," she said softly. "That would only be smashing what is left of the ideal. I think I couldn't bear that."
"G.o.d in Heaven!" he said, under his breath. "And you've been calling this friendship! Ardea, girl, it's _love_!"
She shook her head slowly.
"No," she rejoined gravely. "At one time I thought--I was afraid--that it might be. But now I know it isn't."
"How do you know it?"
"Because love, as I think of it, is stronger than the traditions, stronger than anything else in the world. And the traditions are still with me. I admit the existence of the social pale, and as long as I live within it I have a right to demand certain things of the man who marries me."
"And love doesn't demand anything," he said, putting the remainder of the thought into words for her. "You are right. If I could clear myself with a word, I should not say it."
"Why?"
"Because your--loyalty, let us call it, is too precious to be exchanged for anything else you could give me in place of it--esteem, respect, and all the other well-behaved and virtuous bestowals."
"But the loyalty is based on the belief that you are trying to earn the well-behaved approvals," she continued.
"No, it isn't. It exists 'in spite of' everything, and not 'because of'
anything. The traditions may try to make you stand it on the other leg, it's a way they have; but the fact remains."
She shook her head in deprecation.
"The 'traditions,' are about to send me into the house, and the princ.i.p.al problem is yet untouched. What have you done with Nancy?"
He told her briefly and exactly, adding nothing and omitting nothing; and her word for it was "impossible."
"Don't you understand?" she objected. "I may choose to believe that this home making for poor Nan and her waif is merely a bit of tardy justice on your part and honor you for it. But n.o.body else will take that view of it. If you keep her in that little cabin of yours, Mountain View Avenue will have a fit--and very properly."
"I don't see why it should," he protested densely.
"Don't you? That's because you are still so hopelessly primeval. People won't give you credit for the good motive; they will quote that Scripture about the dog and the sow. You must think of some other way."
"Supposing I say I don't care a hang?"
"Oh, but you do. You have your father and mother and--and me to consider, however reckless you may be for yourself and Nancy. You mustn't leave her where she is for a single day."
"I can leave her there if I like. I've told her she may stay as long as she wants to."
They had paused in front of the great door, and Ardea's hand was on the k.n.o.b.
"No," she said decisively, "you will have a perfect hornets' nest about your ears. Every move you make will be watched and commented on. Don't you see that you are playing the part of the headstrong, obstinate boy again?"
"Yet you think I ought to provide for Nan, in some way; how am I going to do it unless I ignore the hornets?"
"Now you are more reasonable," she said approvingly. "I shall ride to-morrow morning, and if you should happen to overtake me, we might think up something."
The door was opening gently under the pressure of her hand, but he was loath to go.
"I wouldn't take five added years of life for what I've learned to-night, Ardea;" he said pa.s.sionately. And then: "Have you fully made up your mind to marry Vincent Farley?"
In the twinkling of an eye she was another woman--cold, unapproachable, with pride kindling as if she had received a mortal affront.
"Sometimes--and they are bad times for you, Mr. Gordon--I am tempted to forget the boy-and-girl anchorings in the past. Have you no sense of the fitness of things--no shame?"
"Not very much of either, I guess," he said quite calmly. "Love hasn't any shame; and it doesn't concern itself much about the fitness of anything but its object."
And then he bade her good night and went his way with a lilting song of triumph in his heart which not even the chilling rebuff of the leave-taking was sufficient to silence.
"She loves me! She would still love me if she were ten times Vincent Farley's wife!" he said, over and over to himself; the words were on his lips when he fell asleep, and they were still ringing in his ears the next morning at dawn-break when he rose and made ready to go to ride with her.
XXV
THE PLOW IN THE FURROW
One of Miss Ardea Dabney's illuminating graces was the ability to return easily and amicably to the _status quo ante bellum_; to "kiss and be friends," in the unfettered phrase of Margaret Catherwood, her chum and room-mate at Carroll College.
Wherefore, when Tom, mounted on Saladin, overtook her on the morning next after the night of offenses, she greeted him quite as if nothing had happened, challenging him gaily to a gallop with the valley head for its goal, and refusing to be drawn into anything more serious than joyous persiflage until they were returning at a walk down a boulder-strewn wood road at the back of the Dabney horse pasture. Then, and not till then, was the question of Nancy Bryerson's future suffered to present itself.
For Miss Dabney the question was settled before it came up for discussion. In the Major's young manhood Deer Trace had maintained a pack of foxhounds, and it was the Major's bride, a city-bred Charleston belle, who first objected to the dooryard kennels and the clamor of the dogs. Back of the horse pasture, and a hundred yards vertical above the road Ardea and Tom were traversing, a pocket-like glen indented the mountain side, and in this glen the kennels had been established, with a substantial log cabin for the convenience of the dog-keeper.
Dogs and dog-keeper had long since gone the way of most of the old-time Southern manorial largenesses; but the cabin still stood solidly planted in the midst of its overgrown garden patch, with a dense thicket of mountain laurel backgrounding it, and a giant tulip-tree standing sentinel over a gate hanging by one rusted hinge.
This was what Tom saw when he had followed Ardea's lead up the steep bit of path climbing from the road and the pasture wall, and it evoked memories. Often in the boyhood days, when the Nazarite fit was on, he had climbed to the deserted solitude of the glen to sit on the broad door-stone of the dog-keeper's cabin as a hermit at large,--monarch for the monastic moment of a kingdom as remote as that of John the Baptist in the Wilderness of Sin.
"I thought of it last night," said Ardea, nodding toward the cabin. "It is just the place for Nancy, if she can not, or will not, go back to her father. After breakfast, I shall send Dinah and a man up to set things in order, and she can come as soon as she likes. She won't mind the loneliness?"
Tom shook his head. "I should think not; she has never been used to anything else. I'll bring her and the youngster over in the buggy any time you telephone." He had quite forgotten his lesson of the previous evening.
"Indeed, you will do nothing of the kind," was the quick reply. "j.a.pheth will go after her when we are ready; and if you are prudently wise you will have business in South Tredegar for the next few days."
The blue-gra.s.s, seeded once in the dog-keeper's dooryard, had spread to the farthest limits of the glen, and the autumn rains had given it a spring-like start. Tom let Saladin crop a dozen mouthfuls unchecked before he said:
"That looks like dodging; and I don't like to dodge."