第156章 PART FIFTH(31)

XV.

While we are still young we feel a kind of pride,a sort of fierce pleasure,in any important experience,such as we have read of or heard of in the lives of others,no matter how painful.It was this pride,this pleasure,which Beaton now felt in realizing that the toils of fate were about him,that between him and a future of which Christine Dryfoos must be the genius there was nothing but the will,the mood,the fancy of a girl who had not given him the hope that either could ever again be in his favor.He had nothing to trust to,in fact,but his knowledge that he had once had them all;she did not deny that;but neither did she conceal that he had flung away his power over them,and she had told him that they never could be his again.A man knows that he can love and wholly cease to love,not once merely,but several times;he recognizes the fact in regard to himself,both theoretically and practically;but in regard to women he cherishes the superstition of the romances that love is once for all,and forever.It was because Beaton would not believe that Alma Leighton,being a woman,could put him out of her heart after suffering him to steal into it,that he now hoped anything from her,and she had been so explicit when they last spoke of that affair that he did not hope much.He said to himself that he was going to cast himself on her mercy,to take whatever chance of life,love,and work there was in her having the smallest pity on him.If she would have none,then there was but one thing he could do:marry Christine and go abroad.He did not see how he could bring this alternative to bear upon Alma;even if she knew what he would do in case of a final rejection,he had grounds for fearing she would not care;but he brought it to bear upon himself,and it nerved him to a desperate courage.He could hardly wait for evening to come,before he went to see her;when it came,it seemed to have come too soon.He had wrought himself thoroughly into the conviction that he was in earnest,and that everything depended upon her answer to him,but it was not till he found himself in her presence,and alone with her,that he realized the truth of his conviction.Then the influences of her grace,her gayety,her arch beauty,above all,her good sense,penetrated his soul like a subtle intoxication,and he said to himself that he was right;he could not live without her;these attributes of hers were what he needed to win him,to cheer him,to charm him,to guide him.He longed so to please her,to ingratiate himself with her,that he attempted to be light like her in his talk,but lapsed into abysmal absences and gloomy recesses of introspection.

"What are you laughing at?"he asked,suddenly starting from one of these.

"What you are thinking of."

"It's nothing to laugh at.Do you know what I'm thinking of?""Don't tell,if it's dreadful."

"Oh,I dare say you wouldn't think it's dreadful,"he said,with bitterness."It's simply the case of a man who has made a fool of himself and sees no help of retrieval in himself.""Can any one else help a man unmake a fool of himself?"she asked,with a smile.

"Yes.In a case like this."

"Dear me!This is very interesting."

She did not ask him what the case was,but he was launched now,and he pressed on."I am the man who has made a fool of himself--""Oh!"

"And you can help me out if you will.Alma,I wish you could see me as Ireally am."

"Do you,Mr.Beacon?Perhaps I do."

"No;you don't.You formulated me in a certain way,and you won't allow for the change that takes place in every one.You have changed;why shouldn't I?""Has this to do with your having made a fool of yourself?""Yes."

"Oh!Then I don't see how you have changed."She laughed,and he too,ruefully."You're cruel.Not but what Ideserve your mockery.But the change was not from the capacity of making a fool of myself.I suppose I shall always do that more or less--unless you help me.Alma!Why can't you have a little compassion?You know that I must always love you.""Nothing makes me doubt that like your saying it,Mr.Beaton.But now you've broken your word--""You are to blame for that.You knew I couldn't keep it!""Yes,I'm to blame.I was wrong to let you come--after that.And so Iforgive you for speaking to me in that way again.But it's perfectly impossible and perfectly useless for me to hear you any more on that subject;and so-good-bye!"She rose,and he perforce with her."And do you mean it?"he asked.

"Forever?"

"Forever.This is truly the last time I will ever see you if I can help it.Oh,I feel sorry enough for you!"she said,with a glance at his face."I do believe you are in earnest.But it's too late now.Don't let us talk about it any more!But we shall,if we meet,and so,--""And so good-bye !Well,I've nothing more to say,and I might as well say that.I think you've been very good to me.It seems to me as if you had been--shall I say it?--trying to give me a chance.Is that so?"She dropped her eyes and did not answer.

"You found it was no use!Well,I thank you for trying.It's curious to think that I once had your trust,your regard,and now I haven't it.You don't mind my remembering that I had?It'll be some little consolation,and I believe it will be some help.I know I can't retrieve the past now.It is too late.It seems too preposterous--perfectly lurid--that Icould have been going to tell you what a tangle I'd got myself in,and to ask you to help untangle me.I must choke in the infernal coil,but I'd like to have the sweetness of your pity in it--whatever it is."She put out her hand."Whatever it is,I do pity you;I said that.""Thank you."He kissed the band she gave him and went.