“I haven’t a large income,” she said, after a moment’s silence, changing the subject arbitrarily, and thereby reducing her companion to a temporary state of silent rage.
“Yet no one would expect a woman like this to fall like a ripe plum into a man’s mouth,” he thought presently; “she will drop only when she has quite made up her mind, and the bough will need a good deal of shaking!”
“I haven’t a large income,” repeated Robinette, while Lavendar was silent, “only five thousand dollars a year, which is of course microscopic from the American standpoint and cost of living; so I can’t build free libraries and swimming baths and playgrounds, or do any big splendid things; but I can do dear 159 little nice ones, left undone by city governments and by the millionaires. I can sing, and read, and study; I can travel; and there are always people needing something wherever you are, if you have eyes to see them; one needn’t live a useless life even if one hasn’t any responsibilities. But”––she paused––“I’ve been talking all this time about my own plans and ambitions, and I began by asking yours! Isn’t it strange that the moment one feels conscious of friendship, one begins to want to know things?”
“My sister Amy would tell you I had no ambitions, except to buy as many books as I wish, and not to have to work too hard,” said Mark smiling, “but I think that would not be quite true. I have some, of a dull inferior kind, not beautiful ones like yours.”
“Do tell me what they are.”
He shook his head. “I couldn’t; they’re not for show; shabby things like unsuccessful poor relations, who would rather not have too much notice taken of them. In a few 160 weeks I am going to drag them out of their retreat, brighten them up, inject some poetry into their veins, and then display them to your critical judgment.”
They were almost at a standstill now and neither of them was noticing it at all. As Mrs. Loring moved her seat the boat lurched somewhat to one side. Mark, to steady her, placed his hand over hers as it rested on the rail, and she did not withdraw it. Then he found the other hand that lay upon her knee, and took it in his own, scarcely knowing what he did. He looked into her face and found no anger there. “I wish to tell you more about myself,” he stammered, “something not altogether creditable to me; but perhaps you will understand. Perhaps even if you don’t understand you will forgive.”
She drew her hands gently away from his grasp. “I shall try to understand, you may rely on that!” she said.
“I’m not going to trouble you with any very dreadful confessions,” he said, “only 161 it’s better to hear things directly from the people concerned, and you are sure to hear a wrong version sooner or later.”––Then stopping suddenly he exclaimed, “Hullo! we’re stuck, I declare! look at that!”
Robinette turned and saw that their boat was now scarcely surrounded with water at all. On every side, as if the flanks of some great whale were upheaving from below, there appeared stretches of glistening mud. Just in front of them, where there still was a channel of water, was an upstanding rock. “Shall we row quickly there?” she cried. “Then perhaps we can get out and pull the boat to the other side, where there is more water. What has happened?”