He began again,
speaking
in the same mechanical way: 'Miss Leland
lives with her mother near us.
lives with her mother near us.
Yeats
You know my
mother always wished me to marry some one with money. Her father, when
alive, was an old client of Sherman and Saunders. She is much admired
in society. ' Gradually his voice became a mere murmur. He did not seem
to know that he was speaking. He stopped entirely. He was looking at
Mary Carton.
Everything around him was as it had been some three years before. The
table was covered with cups and the floor with crumbs. Perhaps the
mouse pulling at a crumb under the table was the same mouse as on that
other evening. The only difference was the brooding daylight of summer
and the ceaseless chirruping of the sparrows in the ivy outside. He
had a confused sense of having lost his way. It was just the same
feeling he had known as a child, when one dark night he had taken a
wrong turning, and instead of arriving at his own house, found himself
at a landmark he knew was miles from home.
A moment earlier, however difficult his life, the issues were always
definite; now suddenly had entered the obscurity of another's interest.
Before this it had not occurred to him that Mary Carton had any
stronger feeling for him than warm friendship.
He began again, speaking in the same mechanical way: 'Miss Leland
lives with her mother near us. She is very well educated and very well
connected, though she has lived always among business people. '
Miss Carton, with a great effort, had recovered her composure.
'I congratulate you,' she said. 'I hope you will be always happy. You
came here on some business for your firm, I suppose? I believe they
have some connection with the town still. '
'I only came here to tell you I was going to be married. '
'Do you not think it would have been better to have written? ' she said,
beginning to put away the children's tea-things in a cupboard by the
fireplace.
'It would have been better,' he answered, drooping his head.
Without a word, locking the door behind them, they went out. Without
a word they walked the grey streets. Now and then a woman or a child
curtseyed as they passed. Some wondered, perhaps, to see these old
friends so silent. At the rectory they bade each other good-bye.
mother always wished me to marry some one with money. Her father, when
alive, was an old client of Sherman and Saunders. She is much admired
in society. ' Gradually his voice became a mere murmur. He did not seem
to know that he was speaking. He stopped entirely. He was looking at
Mary Carton.
Everything around him was as it had been some three years before. The
table was covered with cups and the floor with crumbs. Perhaps the
mouse pulling at a crumb under the table was the same mouse as on that
other evening. The only difference was the brooding daylight of summer
and the ceaseless chirruping of the sparrows in the ivy outside. He
had a confused sense of having lost his way. It was just the same
feeling he had known as a child, when one dark night he had taken a
wrong turning, and instead of arriving at his own house, found himself
at a landmark he knew was miles from home.
A moment earlier, however difficult his life, the issues were always
definite; now suddenly had entered the obscurity of another's interest.
Before this it had not occurred to him that Mary Carton had any
stronger feeling for him than warm friendship.
He began again, speaking in the same mechanical way: 'Miss Leland
lives with her mother near us. She is very well educated and very well
connected, though she has lived always among business people. '
Miss Carton, with a great effort, had recovered her composure.
'I congratulate you,' she said. 'I hope you will be always happy. You
came here on some business for your firm, I suppose? I believe they
have some connection with the town still. '
'I only came here to tell you I was going to be married. '
'Do you not think it would have been better to have written? ' she said,
beginning to put away the children's tea-things in a cupboard by the
fireplace.
'It would have been better,' he answered, drooping his head.
Without a word, locking the door behind them, they went out. Without
a word they walked the grey streets. Now and then a woman or a child
curtseyed as they passed. Some wondered, perhaps, to see these old
friends so silent. At the rectory they bade each other good-bye.
