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Only love filled Lucy after the deep, restoring sleep. 'Dearest one,'
she murmured drowsily, smiling at him, without changing her position.
He said nothing to that; and presently, having woken up more, she got on to her knees and pulled herself across to him and curled up at his feet, her head against his knee.
He still said nothing. He waited. He would give her time. Her words had been familiar, but not penitent. They had hardly been the right beginning for an expression of contrition; but he would see what she said next.
What she said next was, 'Haven't we been silly,'--and, more familiarity, she put one arm round his knees and held them close against her face.
'We?' said Wemyss. 'Did you say we?'
'Yes,' said Lucy, her cheek against his knee. 'We've been wasting time.'
Wemyss paused before he made his comment on this. 'Really,' he then said, 'the way you include me shows very little appreciation of your conduct.'
'Well, _I've_ been silly then,' she said, lifting her head and smiling up at him.
She simply couldn't go on with indignations. Perhaps they were just ones. It didn't matter if they were. Who wanted to be in the right in a dispute with one's lover? Everybody, oh, but everybody who loved, would pa.s.sionately want always to have been in the wrong, never, never to have been right. That one's beloved should have been unkind,--who wanted that to be true? Who wouldn't do anything sooner than have not been mistaken about it? Vividly she saw Everard as he was before their marriage; so dear, so boyish, such fun, her playmate. She could say anything to him then. She had been quite fearless. And vividly, too, she saw him as he was when first they met, both crushed by death,--how he had comforted her, how he had been everything that was wonderful and tender. All that had happened since, all that had happened on this particular and most unfortunate day, was only a sort of excess of boyishness: boyishness on its uncontrolled side, a wave, a fit of bad temper provoked by her not having held on to her impulses. That locking her out in the rain,--a schoolboy might have done that to another schoolboy. It meant nothing, except that he was angry. That about s.e.xual allure----oh, well.
'I've been very silly,' she said earnestly.
He looked down at her in silence. He wanted more than that. That wasn't nearly enough. He wanted much more of humbleness before he could bring himself to lift her on to his knee, forgiven. And how much he wanted her on his knee.
'Do you realise what you've done?' he asked.
'Yes,' said Lucy. 'And I'm so sorry. Won't we kiss and be friends?'
'Not yet, thank you. I must be sure first that you understand how deliberately wicked you've been.'
'Oh, but I haven't been deliberately wicked!' exclaimed Lucy, opening her eyes wide with astonishment. 'Everard, how can you say such a thing?'
'Ah, I see. You are still quite impenitent, and I am sorry I came up.'
He undid her arm from round his knees, put her on one side, and got out of the chair. Rage swept over him again.
'Here I've been sitting watching you like a dog,' he said, towering over her, 'like a faithful dog while you slept, waiting patiently till you woke up and only wanting to forgive you, and you not only callously sleep after having behaved outrageously and allowed yourself to exhibit temper before the whole house on our very first day together in my home--well knowing, mind you, what day it is--but when I ask you for some sign, some word, some a.s.surance that you are ashamed of yourself and will not repeat your conduct, you merely deny that you have done anything needing forgiveness.'
He knocked the ashes out of his pipe, his face twitching with anger, and wished to G.o.d he could knock the opposition out of Lucy as easily.
She, on the floor, sat looking up at him, her mouth open. What could she do with Everard? She didn't know. Love had no effect; saying she was sorry had no effect.
She pushed her hair nervously behind her ears with both hands. 'I'm sick of quarrels,' she said.
'So am I,' said Wemyss, going towards the door thrusting his pipe into his pocket. 'You've only got yourself to thank for them.'
She didn't protest. It seemed useless. She said, 'Forgive me, Everard.'
'Only if you apologise.'
'Yes.'
'Yes what?' He paused for her answer.
'I do apologise.'
'You admit you've been deliberately wicked?'
'Oh yes.'
He continued towards the door.
She scrambled to her feet and ran after him. 'Please don't go,' she begged, catching his arm. 'You know I can't bear it, I can't bear it if we quarrel----'
'Then what do you mean by saying "Oh yes," in that insolent manner?'
'Did it seem insolent? I didn't mean--oh, I'm so tired of this----'
'I daresay. You'll be tireder still before you've done. _I_ don't get tired, let me tell you. You can go on as long as you choose,--it won't affect me.'
'Oh do, do let's be friends. I don't want to go on. I don't want anything in the world except to be friends. Please kiss me, Everard, and say you forgive me----'
He at least stood still and looked at her.
'And do believe I'm so, so sorry----'
He relented. He wanted, extraordinarily, to kiss her. 'I'll accept it if you a.s.sure me it is so,' he said.
'And do, do let's be happy. It's your birthday----'
'As though I've forgotten that.'
He looked at her upturned face; her arm was round his neck now. 'Lucy, I don't believe you understand my love for you,' he said solemnly.
'No,' said Lucy truthfully, 'I don't think I do.'
'You'll have to learn.'
'Yes,' said Lucy; and sighed faintly.
'You mustn't wound such love.'
'No,' said Lucy. 'Don't let us wound each other ever any more, darling Everard.'
'I'm not talking of each other. I'm talking at this moment of myself in relation to you. One thing at a time, please.'
'Yes,' said Lucy. 'Kiss me, won't you, Everard? Else I shan't know we're really friends.'
He took her head in his hands, and bestowed a solemn kiss of pardon on her brow.
She tried to coax him back to cheerfulness. 'Kiss my eyes too,' she said, smiling at him, 'or they'll feel neglected.'