Man and Maid

"I'll take the violets with me if you will let me," she said--"Please

don't trouble about anything more--and do let us begin work."

So we started upon the Chapter.

Her hands were not so red I noticed. I am becoming sensitive to what is

called "atmosphere" I suppose, for I felt all the currents in the room

were disturbed--that ambience of serenity did not surround Alathea and

keep me unconsciously in awe of her as it always has before--I was aware

that my natural emotions were running riot and that my one eye was

gazing at her with love in it, and that my imagination was conjuring up

scenes of delight with her as a companion. Her want of complete control

allowed the waves to reach her, I expect--for I knew that she was using

all her will to keep her attention upon the work, and that she was

nearly as disturbed as I was myself--.

But how was she disturbed?--was she just nervous from events--or was I

causing her any personal trouble? The moment I felt that perhaps I was,

a feeling of assurance and triumph came over me--! Then I used every bit

of the cunning I possess--I tried to say subtle things--I made her talk

about the ridiculous book, and the utterly unimportant furniture--I made

her express her opinion about styles, and got out of her that a simple

Queen Anne was what she herself preferred.--I knew that she was giving

way and talking with less stiffness because she was weak with sorrow,

and probably had not had much sleep--I knew that it was not because

she had forgotten about the Suzette cheque or really was more friendly.

I knew that I was taking an unfair advantage of her--but I

continued--Men are really brutes after all!--and gloried in my power

every time the slightest indication showed that I possessed it! I lost

some of my diffidence--If I could only have stood upon two feet and seen

with two eyes--I know that even the morning would have ended by my

taking her in my arms, cost what might; but as I was glued to my chair

she was enabled always at this stage to stay out of reach--and fenced

gallantly with me by silence and stiff answers--but by luncheon time

there was a distinct gain on my side--I had made her feel something, I

no longer was a nonentity who did not count--.

Her skin is so transparent that the colour fluctuates with every

emotion. I love to watch it. What a mercy that I had very strong

sight!--for my one eye sees quite clearly.