“Nothing that prompts me into any immediate action,” I told him. “You see, Peter, I’m rather anchored by three little hostages down in that little shack there!”
That left him silent for another long and brooding minute or two.
“I suppose you’ve wondered,” he finally said, “why I’ve stuck around here as long as I have?”
I nodded, not caring to trust myself to words, and then, realizing I was doing the wrong thing, I shook my head.
“It’s because, from the morning you found me in that mud-hole, I’ve just wanted to be near you, to hear your voice when you spoke, to see the curve of your lips and the light come and go in your eyes when you laugh,” were the words that came ever so slowly from Peter. “I’ve wanted that so much that I’ve let about everything else in life go hang. Yet in a way, and in my own world, I’m a man of some little importance. I’ve been cursed with enough money, of course, to move about as I wish, and loaf as I like. But that sort of life isn’t really living. I’m not in the habit, though, of wanting the things I can’t have. So what strikes me as the tragic part of it all is that I couldn’t have met and known you when you were as free as I am now. In a way, you are free, or you ought to be. You’re a woman, I think, with arrears of life to make up. You’ve struck me, from the very first, as too alive, too sensitive, too responsive to things, to get the fullest measure out of life by remaining here on the prairie, in what are, after all, really pioneer conditions. You’ve known the other kind of life, as well as I have, and it will always be calling to you. And if that call means anything to you, and the—the change we’ve spoken of is on its way, or for some unexpected reason has to come, I’m—well, I’m going to take the bit in my teeth right here and tell you that I love you more than you imagine and a good deal more, I suppose, than the law allows!”
He pushed my hand aside when I held it up to stop him.
“I may as well say it, for this is as good a time and place as we’ll ever have, and I can’t go around with my teeth shut on the truth any longer. I know you’ve got your three little tots down there, and I love ’em about as much as you do. And it would seem like giving a little meaning and purpose to life to know that I had the chance of doing what I could to make you and to make them happy. I’ve—”
But I couldn’t let him go on.
“It’s no use, Peter,” I cried with a little choke in my voice which I couldn’t control. “It’s no earthly use. I’ve known you liked me, and it’s given me a warm little feeling down in one corner of my heart. But I could never allow it to be more than a corner. I like you, Peter, and I like you a lot. You’re wonderful. In some ways you’re the most adorable man I’ve ever known in all my life. That’s a dangerous thing to say, but it’s the truth and I may as well say it. It even hurts a little to remember that I’ve traded on your chivalry, though that’s the one thing in life you can trade on without reproof or demand for repayment. But as I told you before, I’m one of those neck-or-nothing women, one of those single-track women, who can’t have their tides of traffic going two ways at once. And if I’m in a mix-up, or a maelstrom, or whatever you want to call it, I’m in it. That’s where I belong. It would never, never do to drag an innocent outsider into that mixed-up mess of life, simply because I imagined it could make me a little more comfortable to have him there.”
Peter sat thinking over what I’d said. There were no heroics, no chest-pounding, no suggestion of romantically blighted lives and broken hearts.