“Well, how about city life—housekeeping and all that?”
“So long as I am with Wayland I sha‘n’t mind what I do or where I live.”
“At the same time you figure he’s going to have a large income, I suppose? He’s told you of his rich father, hasn’t he?”
Berrie’s tone was a shade resentful of his insinuation. “He has never said much about his family one way or another. He only said you wanted him to go into business in Chicago, and that he wanted to do something else. Of course, I could see by his ways and the clothes he wore that he’d been brought up in what we’d call luxury, but we never inquired into his affairs.”
“And you didn’t care?”
“Well, not that, exactly. But money don’t count for as much with us in the valley as it does in the East. Wayland seemed so kind of sick and lonesome, and I felt sorry for him the first time I saw him. I felt like mothering him. And then his way of talking, of looking at things was so new and beautiful to me I couldn’t help caring for him. I had never met any one like him. I thought he was a ‘lunger’—”
“A what?”
“A consumptive; that is, I did at first. And it bothered me. It seemed terrible that any one so fine should be condemned like that—and so—I did all I could to help him, to make him happy. I thought he hadn’t long to live. Everything he said and did was wonderful to me, like poetry and music. And then when he began to grow stronger and I saw that he was going to get well, and Cliff went on the rampage and showed the yellow streak, and I gave him back his ring—I didn’t know even then how much Wayland meant to me. But on our trip over the Range I understood. He meant everything to me. He made Cliff seem like a savage, and I wanted him to know it. I’m not ashamed of loving him. I want to make him happy, and if he wishes me to be his wife I’ll go anywhere he says—only I think he should stay out here till he gets entirely well.”
The old man’s eyes softened during her plea, and at its close a slight smile moved the corners of his mouth. “You’ve thought it all out, I see. Your mind is clear and your conscience easy. Well, I like your spirit. I guess he’s right. The decision is up to you. But if he takes you and stays in Colorado he can’t expect me to share the profits of my business with him, can he? He’ll have to make his own way.” He rose and held out his hand. “However, I’m persuaded he’s in good hands.”
She took his hand, not knowing just what to reply. He examined her fingers with intent gaze.