A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
Is in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I’ll give to thee.
“Come, gentlemen,” I cried, “this is folly, sheer madness. You can never deal with the matter in this way. Think of the girl who is singing down yonder. What would happen to her, what would she suffer, from scandal, from her own feelings, if either of you should be killed, or even seriously hurt by the other? There must be no quarrel between you.”
“Certainly,” said Keene, whose poise, if shaken at all, had returned, “certainly, you are right. It is not of my seeking, nor shall I be the one to keep it up. I am willing to let it pass. It is but a small matter at most.”
I turned to Graham—“And you?”
He hesitated a little, and then said, doggedly “On one condition.”
“And that is?”
“Keene must explain. He must answer my question.”
“Do you accept?” I asked Keene.
“Yes and no!” he replied. “No! to answering Graham’s question. He is not the person to ask it. I wonder that he does not see the impropriety, the absurdity of his meddling at all in this affair. Besides, he could not understand my answer even if he believed it. But to the explanation, I say, Yes! I will give it, not to Graham, but to you. I make you this proposition. To-morrow is Sunday. We shall be excused from service if we tell the master that we have important business to settle together. You shall come with me on one of my long walks. I will tell you all about them. Then you can be the judge whether there is any harm in them.”
“Does that satisfy you?” I said to Graham.