As Maurice sat there, under his skin, burned deep brown by the sun, there

rose a hot flush of red! Yes, he reddened at the thought of what he was

going to do, but still he meant to do it. He could not forego his

pleasure. He could not. There was something wild and imperious within him

that defied his better self at this moment. But the better self was not

dead. It was even startlingly alive, enough alive to stand almost aghast

at that which was going, it knew, to dominate it--to dominate it for a

time, but only for a time. On that he was resolved, as he was resolved to

have this one pleasure to which he had looked forward, to which he was

looking forward now. Men often mentally put a period to their sinning.

Maurice put a period to his sinning as he sat staring at the letter on

his knees. And the period which he put was the day of the fair at San

Felice. After that day this book of his wild youth was to be closed

forever.

After the day of the fair he would live rightly, sincerely, meeting as it

deserved to be met the utter sincerity of his wife. He would be, after

that date, entirely straight with her. He loved her. As he looked at her

letter he felt that he did love, must love, such love as hers. He was not

a bad man, but he was a wilful man. The wild heart of youth in him was

wilful. Well, after San Felice, he would control that wilfulness of his

heart, he would discipline it. He would do more, he would forget that it

existed. After San Felice!

With a sigh, like that of a burdened man, he got up, took the letter in

his hand, and went out up the mountain-side. There he tore the letter and

its envelope into fragments, and hid the fragments in a heap of stones

hot with the sun.

When Gaspare came in that evening with a string of little birds in his

hand and asked Maurice if there were any letter from Africa to say when

the signora would arrive, Maurice answered "No."

"Then the signora will not be here for the fair, signorino?" said the

boy.

"I don't suppose--no, Gaspare, she will not be here for the fair."

"She would have written by now if she were coming.

"Yes, if she were coming she would certainly have written by now."




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