DOWN BY THE POOL
The heaven
Of thy mild brows hath given
Grace to all things I see;
And in thy life I live, and lose myself in thee.
--J. Addington Symonds
I would love infinitely, and be loved.
--Browning
Malcolm was no hot-headed boy to be moved by mere impulse, nevertheless
the day came when all his prudent resolutions were forgotten, when
silence and self-repression were absolute torture to him, when he felt
he must speak or for ever hold his peace.
It was Elizabeth's birthday; he only heard that afterwards, or he would
have brought her some choice offering in the shape of flowers or books,
in honour of his patron Saint's fete-day; but happily Elizabeth was
unconscious of this.
"I am thirty-one to-day," she said to him gaily; "is not that a great
age? Oh, no wonder Cedric calls me an old maid." And then she laughed
with an air of enjoyment, as though her new title amused her. "Old
maids can be very nice, can they not, Mr. Herrick?"
They were sitting down by the Pool, and Dinah had just left them at
Elizabeth's suggestion to tell the servants that they would have tea
there, and to answer a business note. The afternoon was sultry, more
like August than September; but down by the Pool there was a pleasant
shade and coolness. As usual, all the dogs were grouped round them; and
Elizabeth, in spite of her thirty-one years, looked quite youthful in
her white gown. A dark velvety Cramoisie rose nestled against her full
throat. Malcolm remembered suddenly that he had noticed that special
rose in the garden of the White Cottage when he last dined at the
vicarage; he wondered with a sudden fierce prick of jealousy if that
fellow Carlyon knew it was her birthday, and had brought it to her. At
the idea there was a dangerous throbbing of his pulses.
The previous evening he had strolled across to the Wood House in the
hope that Elizabeth would be in one of her gracious moods, and then he
could coax her to sing to him. But to his disappointment his visit had
seemed less welcome than usual; and though Dinah received him with her
wonted gentle courtesy, he had a vague suspicion that something was
amiss. Dinah looked as though she had been shedding tears, and
Elizabeth's face was flushed, and she was very silent; if he had not
known them so well, and their intense love for each other, he would
almost have suspected that there had been a warm altercation between
them, but this was manifestly impossible.
No, they had never quarrelled even in their childish days, he
remembered Elizabeth had once told him that, and assuredly they never
quarrelled now. Nevertheless, there was something troubled in the
atmosphere, and even Dinah seemed to find it difficult to talk.
Malcolm raged inwardly over his disappointment, but he had too much
tact to prolong his visit. He was rewarded for his forbearance when
Dinah said in her gentle way, "I am afraid we are rather stupid
to-night, Mr. Herrick; Elizabeth is tired, and--and--we have been
talking for hours; if you look in to-morrow afternoon we will promise
to behave better." But though Elizabeth did not endorse this, Malcolm
accepted this invitation with undisguised pleasure.
But his satisfaction would have been sadly damped if he had overheard
Elizabeth's speech. "Why did you ask him, Die? You know"--hesitating a
moment--" that I like to be quiet on my birthday."
"He looked so dull," returned Dinah apologetically; "I think we
depressed him. I am very sorry, dear; I ought to have found out your
wishes first. But he will not stay long unless we ask him." Elizabeth
made no answer to this; she looked thoughtful and a little troubled,
and Dinah felt she had done the wrong thing. But this afternoon
Elizabeth was in her old sunshiny mood, and she made her little speech
about being an old maid in a way that charmed Malcolm.
How still it was down by the Pool! Only a dry leaf dropping into the
water, or the sleepy snapping of one of the dogs at the midges, or the
faint twitter of a far-off bird broke the silence. The air was sweet
with the warm, resinous smell of the firs; the strong perfume seemed to
pervade his senses.
He was alone with her--not a human creature was near them; and he was
so close that if he had stretched out his hand he could have touched
her dress. Malcolm's heart began beating dangerously, and there was a
curious throbbing at his temples; when he tried to speak his voice was
thick and indistinct; then with a great effort he steadied himself, for
his time had come and he knew it.
"There is something I want to say to you--that for weeks I have been
trying to say--will you let me speak now?" Did he really say those
words, or did he whisper them inwardly? But no, he could see the sudden
startled look in Elizabeth's eyes when she saw his face.
"May I speak?"
"No--no," in a frightened tone. "Mr. Herrick, for my sake--for both our
sakes--I implore you to be silent; I cannot--I will not listen"--her
agitation increasing with every word. But she might as well have tried
to control the wind.
"You cannot mean that," he returned gently but firmly; "forgive me if I
do not obey you--if it is not possible for me to keep silence any
longer. Elizabeth, surely all these weeks you must have known that you
were the one woman in the world for me?"
"No--no," she returned, covering her face with her hands, "I never knew
it; how could I--how could I?" But he mistook the cause of her emotion.
"I think no woman was ever loved so well! All these weeks that I have
been dumb, I have been living for you--only for you." Then she put up
her trembling hand to stop him, but he caught it in his own.
"Elizabeth, will you try to love me a little?"
"Hush--hush," endeavouring to free herself. "Indeed--indeed you must
not say such things, Mr. Herrick; you are deceiving yourself. We are
friends, and I like you, and I am very, very grateful to you for all
your goodness to Cedric, but I never meant it to come to this."
"How do you mean?" he asked, and his face was white with emotion.
"Surely you must have seen how things were with me;" and Malcolm's
voice was a little hard.
"I think I tried not to see," she answered truthfully. "Once or twice I
was afraid, and then I told myself I was mistaken. Mr. Herrick, I do
not want to hurt you, I would not add to your trouble for the world,
but at least you will do me the justice of owning that I never gave you
any encouragement."
"No," he returned, in a tone of forced composure, "you never encouraged
me in my presumption. I loved you because I could not help
myself--because you were Elizabeth Templeton and I was Malcolm
Herrick." Then her eyes grew very sad.
"Dear friend, it was no presumption--any woman would have felt honoured
by such devotion; but," and here a burning flush came to her face, "it
is too late--I am not free."
Malcolm stared at her. Surely he was in some hideous nightmare, but he
would wake directly. What an awful stillness seemed round them!--as
though a storm were impending: the water-lilies on the Pool looked like
dead things, and even the dragon-fly hung motionless in mid-air; only
the dogs panted and snored round them. Elizabeth pressed her hands
together as though something pained her.
"I am not free," she repeated in a low voice; but she did not look at
Malcolm as she spoke. "Last evening Mr. Carlyon spoke to me, and--and
we are engaged."
"Good God!" but Malcolm did not say the words aloud, for his tongue
felt suddenly dry and palsied,--it was only the cry of his soul to his
Maker in the hour of his agony. But Elizabeth dared not look at him, or
her heart would have been wrung with pity at the sight of his drawn,
haggard face.
"We have cared for each other for a long time," she whispered, "but he
was poor and did not like to speak. Only Dinah knows. I had just told
her when you came in last evening. We did not want any one else to know
just yet."
"But I forced your hand." Malcolm had pulled himself together now.
"Thank you for telling me the truth; but you were always a brave
woman," and he tried to smile.
"Oh no, I have not been brave;" and then her eyes suddenly filled with
tears. "Mr. Herrick, I am so unhappy; this--this--has spoiled
everything."
"No--no, you must not say that. If I have been a blind fool, it is no
fault of yours, and I have no one to thank but myself for the misery
that has come upon me. Elizabeth"--oh, how sad his voice was! it
thrilled her to hear it--"before I leave you, let me wish you every
happiness--you and Mr. Carlyon too;" and then he rose to his feet.
"Must you go?" she pleaded.
"Yes, I must go," he returned hurriedly; "will you excuse me to your
sister?" Then Elizabeth stretched out her hand to him in silence, and
he saw that she could not trust herself to speak.
"You must not be too sorry for me," he said rather brokenly; "I am not
the only man who has been denied his heart's desire;" and he turned
away and plunged into the little fir wood. Elizabeth sat listening to
his retreating footsteps. The tears were running down her cheeks. She
was still weeping when Dinah rejoined her.
"Have I been long?" she observed cheerfully. "That tiresome Mrs.
Carrick called about the mothers' meetings. Where is Mr. Herrick?"
Then, as she caught sight of Elizabeth's face, "Oh, my dear Betty, what
is it?--what has gone wrong?--and on your birthday too!"--Elizabeth
wept afresh.
"Hush, don't ask me--not now. David will be here directly, and he must
not see me like this. You were right, Die, you saw how it was, and I
would not believe you--I did not want to believe you. Now let me go
away and recover myself." But Dinah held her fast.
"You shall go in a moment, dear; but just tell me one thing--did Mr.
Herrick ask you to be his wife?"
"Not exactly--I would not let him go as far as that; but, Die, he loves
me so, and he is so unhappy." Then Dinah sighed, and her hand dropped
from her sister's arm.
"You had better go," she returned. "I see Mullins crossing the bridge.
If David comes I will make an excuse for your absence;" and Elizabeth
nodded and turned away. Dinah's heart was very heavy as she stood
looking down upon the Pool. It is the looker-on who sees most of the
game, and weeks ago she had vainly tried to open Elizabeth's eyes to a
sense of her danger.
"He has never said a word to me that the whole world might not hear--I
don't believe he ever will," Elizabeth had replied obstinately; but
Dinah knew that she was wilfully deceiving herself--that her intuition
was truer than her words, and that in Malcolm Herrick's presence she
was always on guard, as if she feared an invasion of her woman's
kingdom.
Dinah could have wept too in her grievous disappointment and passionate
pity, for Elizabeth's choice seemed to her a great mistake. David
Carlyon was a dear fellow, and as good as gold, but he was not equal to
Malcolm.
"If only they had met a year ago," she thought, "before David's
influence grew so strong, she would surely have discovered then that
they were made for each other. Mr. Herrick is just the sort of man she
would have admired. There is something striking and original about him,
and then in spite of his cleverness he is so simple and good. Oh,
Betty, my darling," she went on, "why could you not have given me such
a brother! I should have been so proud of him!" And then Dinah checked
herself in very shame, for she remembered how she had promised
Elizabeth the previous evening that she would take David Carlyon to her
sisterly heart.
It was not a very cheerful birthday tea, though each one of the trio
tried to do his or her best to promote innocent hilarity. Elizabeth
talked a great deal, but her face was still flushed, and she rather
avoided her lover's eyes, and as for David he talked principally to
Dinah. He told funny little parish stories which made her laugh, and to
which Elizabeth listened with a manifest effort, and he took no notice
when she chimed in with some irrelevant remark. Dinah wondered to
herself more than once if he really had not noticed that Elizabeth's
eyelids were still reddened, in spite of cold water and eau de Cologne.
David was certainly a little dense in his happiness, she thought, and
then she sighed involuntarily as she thought of the lonely man who had
left them.
"He will take it hardly," she said to herself. "His nature is intense,
and he will suffer more than most men;" and as this thought passed
through her mind, she looked up and found David's keen, bright eyes
fixed on her, and coloured a little as though he had read her thoughts.
When tea was over, Dinah made some transparent little excuse to go back
to the house, for in these sweet, early days of their happiness she
knew well that the lovers would have much to say to each other. And she
was not wrong: before she was out of sight David had flung himself down
at Elizabeth's feet, and had taken her hands.
"What is it, dearest?" he said tenderly. "You have been shedding
tears--do you think I did not know that?" Then Elizabeth blushed as
though she were a child discovered in a fault. "Tell me all about it,
darling," he whispered; but she shook her head.
"I cannot, David--indeed I cannot; you must not ask me to tell you
this." Elizabeth's voice quivered a little, but she was very much in
earnest.
"Must I not?" he returned with a smile. "Don't look so frightened,
sweetheart; perhaps there is no need to ask, perhaps I know all you are
trying to keep from me." And then in a low voice full of meaning, "So
Herrick has spoken at last."
"At last!" It was evident those two words had startled Elizabeth. David
with some difficulty suppressed an irresistible smile.
"Do you mean," he asked incredulously, "that you never noticed, what
every one else saw so plainly, that that poor fellow fairly worshipped
the ground you trod on?" Then again a painful flush came to Elizabeth's
face.
"I was not sure," she stammered, for her conscience did not wholly
acquit her--"I would not let myself see or notice things; besides, I
was thinking of you." Then David kissed the hands he held; but there
was a troubled look in his eyes.
"Poor beggar!" he muttered to himself. Then aloud, "Do you know, my
darling, what people will say when they hear you have thrown over a man
like Herrick for me--for a mere curate, with empty pockets and not too
many brains."
"Do you suppose I care what they say!" throwing her head back in rather
a regal fashion.
"They will say you are mad; and upon my word," and here David knit his
brows in a puzzled manner, "I am not sure that they will be wrong. Look
at the difference between us. Herrick is my superior in every way. I
used to shake in my shoes to hear him talk to the vicar. Elizabeth, my
heart aches for that poor fellow, but even you do not know what I have
suffered on his account all these weeks. There were times when I was
tempted to throw up the sponge."
"Oh, David, when you knew--when you must have known my feelings!"
"Yes, I knew; but there were days when my courage failed me, and I felt
I had no right to stand in your light. Dearest," and here he was
kneeling beside her with all a man's worship in his honest eyes, "you
are too good for me--do you think I do not know that it is your
goodness and generosity that make you stoop to me!" But Elizabeth laid
her hand upon his lips.
"Hush, you shall not talk so. It is I who am not worthy of you. I love
you, David--I love you, oh so dearly; that is enough for you--and me
too," and Elizabeth looked at him with an adorable smile. Then for a
little while Malcolm Herrick was forgotten.