"Time went on.There was no swordsman, or pistol-shot like me in London, they said.We had as many pupils as we liked--it was the only part of my life when I have been able to save money.I had no chance to spend it.We gave lessons all day, and in the evening were too tired to go out.That year I had the misfortune to lose my dear mother.I became a rich man--yes, sir, at that time I must have had not less than six hundred a year.
"It was a long time before I saw Eilie again.She went abroad to Dresden with her father's sister to learn French and German.It was in the autumn of 1875 when she came back to us.She was seventeen then--a beautiful young creature." He paused, as if to gather his forces for description, and went on.
"Tall, as a young tree, with eyes like the sky.I would not say she was perfect, but her imperfections were beautiful to me.What is it makes you love--ah! sir, that is very hidden and mysterious.She had never lost the trick of closing her lips tightly when she remembered her uneven tooth.You may say that was vanity, but in a young girl--and which of us is not vain, eh? 'Old men and maidens, young men and children!'
"As I said, she came back to London to her little room, and in the evenings was always ready with our tea.You mustn't suppose she was housewifely; there is something in me that never admired housewifeliness--a fine quality, no doubt, still--" He sighed.
"No," he resumed, "Eilie was not like that, for she was never quite the same two days together.I told you her eyes were like the sky--that was true of all of her.In one thing, however, at that time, she always seemed the same--in love for her father.For me! I don't know what I should have expected; but my presence seemed to have the effect of making her dumb; I would catch her looking at me with a frown, and then, as if to make up to her own nature--and a more loving nature never came into this world, that I shall maintain to my dying day--she would go to her father and kiss him.When I talked with him she pretended not to notice, but I could see her face grow cold and stubborn.I am not quick; and it was a long time before Iunderstood that she was jealous, she wanted him all to herself.I've often wondered how she could be his daughter, for he was the very soul of justice and a slow man too--and she was as quick as a bird.
For a long time after I saw her dislike of me, I refused to believe it--if one does not want to believe a thing there are always reasons why it should not seem true, at least so it is with me, and I suppose with all selfish men.
"I spent evening after evening there, when, if I had not thought only of myself, I should have kept away.But one day I could no longer be blind.
"It was a Sunday in February.I always had an invitation on Sundays to dine with them in the middle of the day.There was no one in the sitting-room; but the door of Eilie's bedroom was open.I heard her voice: 'That man, always that man!' It was enough for me, I went down again without coming in, and walked about all day.
"For three weeks I kept away.To the school of course I came as usual, but not upstairs.I don't know what I told Dalton--it did not signify what you told him, he always had a theory of his own, and was persuaded of its truth--a very single-minded man, sir.
"But now I come to the most wonderful days of my life.It was an early spring that year.I had fallen away already from my resolution, and used to slink up--seldom, it's true--and spend the evening with them as before.One afternoon I came up to the sitting-room; the light was failing--it was warm, and the windows were open.
In the air was that feeling which comes to you once a year, in the spring, no matter where you may be, in a crowded street, or alone in a forest; only once--a feeling like--but I cannot describe it.
"Eilie was sitting there.If you don't know, sir, I can't tell you what it means to be near the woman one loves.She was leaning on the windowsill, staring down into the street.It was as though she might be looking out for some one.I stood, hardly breathing.She turned her head, and saw me.Her eyes were strange.They seemed to ask me a question.But I couldn't have spoken for the world.I can't tell you what I felt--I dared not speak, or think, or hope.I have been in nineteen battles--several times in positions of some danger, when the lifting of a finger perhaps meant death; but I have never felt what I was feeling at that moment.I knew something was coming; and I was paralysed with terror lest it should not come!" He drew a long breath.
"The servant came in with a light and broke the spell.All that night I lay awake and thought of how she had looked at me, with the colour coming slowly up in her cheeks"It was three days before I plucked up courage to go again; and then I felt her eyes on me at once--she was making a 'cat's cradle' with a bit of string, but I could see them stealing up from her hands to my face.And she went wandering about the room, fingering at everything.When her father called out: 'What's the matter with you, Elie?' she stared at him like a child caught doing wrong.I looked straight at her then, she tried to look at me, but she couldn't; and a minute later she went out of the room.God knows what sort of nonsense I talked--I was too happy.
"Then began our love.I can't tell you of that time.Often and often Dalton said to me: 'What's come to the child? Nothing I can do pleases her.' All the love she had given him was now for me; but he was too simple and straight to see what was going on.How many times haven't I felt criminal towards him! But when you're happy, with the tide in your favour, you become a coward at once....
V
"Well, sir," he went on, "we were married on her eighteenth birthday.
It was a long time before Dalton became aware of our love.But one day he said to me with a very grave look:
"'Eilie has told me, Brune; I forbid it.She's too young, and you're--too old!' I was then forty-five, my hair as black and thick as a rook's feathers, and I was strong and active.I answered him:
