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âO Wings! with thy slender grace, and tireless strength, if ever thou didst gallop before, do thy best to-day! Spurn, spurn the dust âneath thy fleet hoofs, stretch thy graceful Arab neck, bear me gallantly to-day, O Wings, for never shalt thou and I see its like again.â
Swift we flew, with the wind before, and the dust behind, past wayside inns where besmocked figures paused in their grave discussions to turn and watch us by; past smiling field and darkling copse; past lonely cottage and village green; through Sevenoaks and Tonbridge, with never a stop; up Pembry hill, and down, galloping so lightly, so easily, over that hard, familiar road, which I had lately tramped with so much toil and pain; and so, as evening fell, to Sissinghurst.
A dreamy, sleepy place is Sissinghurst at all times, for its few cottages, like its inn, are very old, and great age begets dreams. But, when the sun is low, and the shadows creep out, when the old inn blinks drowsy eyes at the cottages, and they blink back drowsily at the inn, like the old friends they are; when distant cows low at gates and fences; when sheep-bells tinkle faintly; when the weary toiler, seated sideways on his weary horse, fares, homewards, nodding sleepily with every plodding hoof-fall, but rousing to give one a drowsy âgood night,â then who can resist the somnolent charm of the place, save only the âBullâ himself, snorting down in lofty contemptâas rolling of eye, as curly of horn, as stiff as to tail as any indignant bull ever was, or shall be.
But as I rode, watching the evening deepen about me, soft and clear rose the merry chime of hammer and anvil, and, turning aside to the smithy, I paused there, and, stooping my head, looked in at the door.
âGeorge!â said I. He started erect, and, dropping hammer and tongs, came out, running, then stopped suddenly, as one abashed.
âOh, friend!â said I, âdonât you know me?â
âWhyâPeterââ he stammered, and broke off.
âHave you no greeting for me, George?â
âAy, ayâI heerd you was free, Peter, and I was gladâglad, because you was the man as I loved, anâ I waitedâay, Iâve been waitinâ for âee to come back. But now you be so changedâso fine anâ grandâanâ I be all black wiâ soot from the fireâoh, man! ye beanât my Peter no moreââ
âNever say that, Georgeânever say that,â I cried, and, leaping from the saddle, I would have caught his hand in mine, but he drew back.
âYou be so fine anâ grand, Peter, anâ I be all sooty from the fire!â he repeated. âIâd like to just wash my âands first.â
âOh, Black George!â said I, âdear George.â
âBe you rich now, Peter?â
âYes, I suppose so.â
âA gentleman wiâ âorses anâ âouses anâ servants?â
âWellâwhat of it?â
âIâdâlike toâwash my âands first, if so be you donât mind, Peter.â
âGeorge,â said I, âdonât be a fool!â Now, as we stood thus, fronting each other in the doorway, I heard a light step upon the road behind me, and, turning, beheld Prudence.
âOh, Prue, George is afraid of my clothes, and wonât shake hands with me!â For a moment she hesitated, looking from one to the other of usâthen, all at once, laughing a little and blushing a little, she leaned forward and kissed me.
âWhy, George!â said she, still blushing, âhow fulish you be. Mr. Peter were as much a gentleman in his leather apron as ever he is in his fine coatâhow fulish you be, George!â So proud George gave me his hand, all grimy as it was, rejoicing over me because of my good fortune and mourning over me because my smithing days were over.
âYe see, Peter, when men âas worked togetherâand sorrowed togetherâanâ fouât togetherâanâ knocked each other downâlike you anâ meâit beanât so easy to say âgood-byââso, if you must leave usâwhyâdonât letâs say it.â
âNo, George, there shall be no âgood-bysâ for either one of us, and I shall come backâsoon. Until then, take my mareâhave her made comfortable for me, and nowâgood nightâgood night!â
And so, clasping their loving hands, I turned away, somewhat hurriedly, and left them.
There was no moon, but the night was luminous with stars, and, as I strode along, my eyes were often lifted to the âwonder of the heavens,â and I wondered which particular star was Charmianâs and which mine.
Reaching the Hollow, I paused to glance about me, as I ever did, before descending that leafy path; and the shadows were very black and a chill wind stirred among the leaves, so that I shivered, and wondered, for the first time, if I had come right âif the cottage had been in Charmianâs mind when she wrote.
Then I descended the path, hurrying past a certain dark spot. And, coming at last within sight of the cottage, I paused again, and shivered again, for the windows were dark and the door shut. But the latch yielded readily beneath my hand, so I went in, and closed and barred the door behind me.
For upon the hearth a fire burned with a dim, red glow that filled the place with shadows, and the shadows were very deep.
âCharmian!â said I, âoh, Charmian, are you there have I guessed right?â I heard a rustle close beside me, and, in the gloom, came a hand to meet and clasp my own; wherefore I stooped and kissed those slender fingers, drawing her into the fireglow; and her eyes were hidden by their lashes, and the glow of the fire seemed reflected in her cheeks.
âThe candles were soâbright, Peter,â she whispered.
âYes.â
âAnd soâwhen I heard you comingââ
âYou heard me?â
âI was sitting on the bench outside, Peter.â
âAnd, when you heard meâyou put the candles out?â
âThey seemed soâvery bright, Peter.â
âAnd shut the door?â
âI onlyâjustâclosed it, Peter.â She was still wrapped in her cloak, as she had been when I first saw her, wherefore I put back the hood from her face. And behold! as I did so, her hair fell down, rippling over my arm, and covering us both in its splendor, as it had done once before.
âIndeedâyou have glorious hair!â said I. âIt seems wonderful to think that you are my wife. I can scarcely believe itâeven yet!â
âWhy, I had meant you should marry me from the first, Peter.â
âHad you?â
âDo you think I should ever have come back to this dear solitude otherwise?â
Now, when I would have kissed her, she turned her head aside.
âPeter.â
âYes, Charmian?â
âThe Lady Sophia Sefton never did gallop her horse up the steps of St. Paulâs Cathedral.â
âDidnât she, Charmian?â
âAnd she couldnât help her name being bandied from mouth to mouth, or âhiccoughed out over slopping wineglasses,â could she?â
âNo,â said I, frowning; âwhat a young fool I was!â
âAnd, Peterââ
âWell, Charmian?â
âShe never wasâand never will beâbuxom, or strappingâwill she? âbuxomâ is such aâhateful word, Peter! And youâlove her? âwait, Peterâas much as ever you loved Charmian Brown?â
âYes,â said I; âyesââ
âAndânearly as much asâyour dream woman?â
âMoreâmuch more, because you are the embodiment of all my dreamsâyou always will be Charmian. Because I honor you for your intellect; and worship you for your gentleness, and spotless purity; and love you with all my strength for your warm, sweet womanhood; and because you are so strong, and beautiful, and proudââ
âAnd because, Peter, because I amâjustâyour lovingâHumble Person.â
And thus it was I went forth a fool, and toiled and suffered and loved, and, in the end, got me some little wisdom.
And thus did I, all unworthy as I am, win the heart of a noble woman whose love I pray will endure, even as mine will, when we shall have journeyed to the end of this Broad Highway, which is Life, and into the mystery of the Beyond.
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