“I will be discreet, and only ask one thing,” she replied, charmed with her success. “You said just now that you had learned to feign happiness. I wish you would tell me how you do it, for it is such an excellent imitation I shall be quite content with it till I can learn the genuine thing.”
David fingered the troublesome forelock thoughtfully for a moment, then said, with something of the former impetuosity coming back into his voice and manner:
“I will tell you all about it; that’s the best way: I know I shall some day because I can’t help it; so I may as well have done with it now, since I have begun. It is not interesting, mind you,—only a grim little history of one man’s fight with the world, the flesh, and the devil: will you have it?”
“Oh, yes!” answered Christie, so eagerly that David laughed, in spite of the bitter memories stirring at his heart.
“So like a woman, always ready to hear and forgive sinners,” he said, then took a long breath, and added rapidly:
“I’ll put it in as few words as possible and much good may it do you. Some years ago I was desperately miserable; never mind why: I dare say I shall tell you all about it some day if I go on at this rate. Well, being miserable, as I say, every thing looked black and bad to me: I hated all men, distrusted all women, doubted the existence of God, and was a forlorn wretch generally. Why I did not go to the devil I can’t say: I did start once or twice; but the thought of that dear old woman in there sitting all alone and waiting for me dragged me back, and kept me here till the first recklessness was over. People talk about duty being sweet; I have not found it so, but there it was: I should have been a brute to shirk it; so I took it up, and held on desperately till it grew bearable.”
“It has grovn sweet now, David, I am sure,” said Christie, very low.
“No, not yet,” he answered with the stern honesty that would not let him deceive himself or others, cost what it might to be true. “There is a certain solid satisfaction in it that I did not use to find. It is not a mere dogged persistence now, as it once was, and that is a step towards loving it perhaps.”
He spoke half to himself, and sat leaning his head on both hands propped on his knees, looking down as if the weight of the old trouble bent his shoulders again.
“What more, David?” said Christie.