“I do like you, Mr. Gregory!” she relented, as if touched by his meekness, to the confession.  “You know I do—­moa than I ever expected to like anybody again.  But it’s not because I used to like you, or because I think you always acted nicely.  I think it was cruel of you, if you ca’ed for me, to let me believe you didn’t, afta that fust time.  I can’t eva think it wasn’t, no matta why you did it.”

“It was atrocious.  I can see that now.”

“I say it, because I shouldn’t eva wish to say it again.  I know that all the time you we’e betta than what you did, and I blame myself a good deal moa fo’ not knowing when you came to Florence that I had begun to ca’e fo’some one else.  But I did wait till I could see you again, so as to be su’a which I ca’ed for the most.  I tried to be fai’a, before I told you that I wanted to be free.  That is all,” she said, gently, and Gregory perceived that the word was left definitely to him.

He could not take it till he had disciplined himself to accept unmurmuringly his sentence as he understood it.  “At any rate,” he began, “I can thank you for rating my motive above my conduct.”

“Oh,” she said.  “I don’t think either of us acted very well.  I didn’t know till aftawa’ds that I was glad to have you give up, the way you did in Florence.  I was—­bewild’ed.  But I ought to have known, and I want you to undastand everything, now.  I don’t ca’e for you because I used to when I was almost a child, and I shouldn’t want you to ca’e for me eitha, because you did then.  That’s why I wish you had neva felt that you had always ca’ed fo’ me.”

“Yes,” said Gregory.  He let fall his head in despair.

“That is what I mean,” said Clementina.  “If we ah’ going to begin togetha, now, it’s got to be as if we had neva begun before.  And you mustn’t think, or say, or look as if the’e had been anything in oua lives but ouaselves.  Will you?  Do you promise?” She stopped, and put her hand on his breast, and pushed against it with a nervous vehemence.

“No!” he said.  “I don’t promise, for I couldn’t keep my promise.  What you ask is impossible.  The past is part of us; it can’t be ignored any more than it can be destroyed.  If we take each other, it must be for all that we have been as well as all that we are.  If we haven’t the courage for that we must part.”

He dropped the little one’s hand which he had been holding, and moved a few steps aside.  “Don’t!” she said.  “They’ll think I’ve made you,” and he took the child’s hand again.

They had emerged from the shadow of the woods, and come in sight of her father’s house.  Claxon was standing coatless before the door in full enjoyment of the late afternoon air; his wife beside him, at sight of Gregory, quelled a natural impulse to run round the corner of the house from the presence of strangers.

“I wonda what they’a sayin’,” she fretted.

“It looks some as if she was sayin’ yes,” said Claxon, with an impersonal enjoyment of his conjecture.  “I guess she saw he was bound not to take no for an answa.”