第101章
"I believe it's influenced me enormously," she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them;"but in my life there's so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn't THAT romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable.
"But isn't it curious," William resumed, "that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?"Katharine agreed that it was curious--very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she had never understood; and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too--sisterly, save for one pang, not quite to be subdued, that for him she was without romance.
"I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way,"she said.
"You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?"He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time.
There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty--that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way.
"I don't see why it shouldn't last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person--" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then--some woman--who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly--"A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways--with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character--a person by herself.""Those dreadful insects!" burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It WASCassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to--to--something else. . . . But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm--"She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment's silence William jerked out:
"I thought her affectionate?"