Part 2 (1/2)

He turned round to do so, and found that Susan was gone. It was not quite in her power to recover from her tears in three minutes. And then the drawing had been so beautiful! It had been done expressly for her too! And there had been something, she knew not what, in his eye as he had so declared. She had watched him intently over those four evenings' work, wondering why he did not show it, till her feminine curiosity had become rather strong. It was something very particular, she was sure, and she had learned that all that precious work had been for her. Now all that precious work was destroyed. How was it possible that she should not cry for more than three minutes?

The others took their meal in perfect silence, and when it was over the two women sat down to their work. Aaron had a book which he pretended to read, but instead of reading he was bethinking himself that he had behaved badly. What right had he to throw them all into such confusion by indulging in his pa.s.sion? He was ashamed of what he had done, and fancied that Susan would hate him. Fancying that, he began to find at the same time that he by no means hated her.

At last Hetta got up and left the room. She knew that her sister was sitting alone in the cold, and Hetta was affectionate. Susan had not been in fault, and therefore Hetta went up to console her.

”Mrs. Bell,” said Aaron, as soon as the door was closed, ”I beg your pardon for what I did just now.”

”Oh, sir, I'm so sorry that the picture is burnt,” said poor Mrs.

Bell.

”The picture does not matter a straw,” said Aaron. ”But I see that I have disturbed you all,--and I am afraid I have made Miss Susan unhappy.”

”She was grieved because your picture was burnt,” said Mrs. Bell, putting some emphasis on the ”your,” intending to show that her daughter had not regarded the drawing as her own. But the emphasis bore another meaning; and so the widow perceived as soon as she had spoken.

”Oh, I can do twenty more of the same if anybody wanted them,” said Aaron. ”If I do another like it, will you let her take it, Mrs.

Bell?--just to show that you have forgiven me, and that we are friends as we were before?”

Was he, or was he not a wolf? That was the question which Mrs. Bell scarcely knew how to answer. Hetta had given her voice, saying he was lupine. Mr. Beckard's opinion she had not liked to ask directly. Mr. Beckard she thought would probably propose to Hetta; but as yet he had not done so. And, as he was still a stranger in the family, she did not like in any way to compromise Susan's name.

Indirectly she had asked the question, and, indirectly also, Mr.

Beckard's answer had been favourable.

”But it mustn't mean anything, sir,” was the widow's weak answer, when she had paused on the question for a moment.

”Oh no, of course not,” said Aaron, joyously, and his face became radiant and happy. ”And I do beg your pardon for burning it; and the young ladies' pardon too.” And then he rapidly got out his cardboard, and set himself to work about another bridge. The widow, meditating many things in her heart, commenced the hemming of a handkerchief.

In about an hour the two girls came back to the room and silently took their accustomed places. Aaron hardly looked up, but went on diligently with his drawing. This bridge should be a better bridge than that other. Its acceptance was now a.s.sured. Of course it was to mean nothing. That was a matter of course. So he worked away diligently, and said nothing to anybody.

When they went off to bed the two girls went into the mother's room.

”Oh, mother, I hope he is not very angry,” said Susan.

”Angry!” said Hetta, ”if anybody should be angry, it is mother. He ought to have known that Susan could not accept it. He should never have offered it.”

”But he's doing another,” said Mrs. Bell.

”Not for her,” said Hetta.

”Yes he is,” said Mrs. Bell, ”and I have promised that she shall take it.” Susan as she heard this sank gently into the chair behind her, and her eyes became full of tears. The intimation was almost too much for her.

”Oh, mother!” said Hetta.

”But I particularly said that it was to mean nothing.”

”Oh, mother, that makes it worse.”

Why should Hetta interfere in this way, thought Susan to herself.

Had she interfered when Mr. Beckard gave Hetta a testament bound in Morocco? had not she smiled, and looked gratified, and kissed her sister, and declared that Phineas Beckard was a nice dear man, and by far the most elegant preacher at the Springs? Why should Hetta be so cruel?

”I don't see that, my dear,” said the mother. Hetta would not explain before her sister, so they all went to bed.

On the Thursday evening the drawing was finished. Not a word had been said about it, at any rate in his presence, and he had gone on working in silence. ”There,” said he, late on the Thursday evening, ”I don't know that it will be any better if I go on daubing for another hour. There, Miss Susan; there's another bridge. I hope that will neither burst with the frost, nor yet be destroyed by fire,” and he gave it a light flip with his fingers and sent it skimming over the table.