The Grain of Dust eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 402 pages of information about The Grain of Dust.

The Grain of Dust eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 402 pages of information about The Grain of Dust.

“It wasn’t my cleverness,” she said wearily.  “It was your blindness.  I never deceived you.”

“No, you never have,” he replied sincerely.  “Perhaps I deserve to be despised.  Again, perhaps if you knew the world—­the one I live in—­better, you’d think less harshly of me.”

“I don’t think harshly of you.  How could I—­after all you did for my father?”

“Dorothy, if you’ll stay here and study for the stage—­or anything you choose—­I promise you I’ll never speak of my feeling for you—­or show it in any way—­unless you yourself give me leave.”

She smiled with childlike pathos.  “You ought not to tempt me.  Do you want me to keep on despising you?  Can’t you ever be fair with me?”

The sad, frank gentleness of the appeal swung his unhinged mind to the other extreme—­from the savagery of passion to a frenzy of remorse.  “Fair to you?  No,” he cried, “because I love you.  Oh, I’m ashamed—­bitterly ashamed.  I’m capable of any baseness to get you.  You’re right.  You can’t trust me.  In going you’re saving me from myself.”  He hesitated, stared wildly, appalled at the words that were fighting for utterance—­the words about marriage—­about marrying her!  He said hoarsely:  “I am mad—­mad!  I don’t know what I’m saying.  Good-by—­For God’s sake, don’t think the worst of me, Dorothy.  Good-by.  I will be a man again—­I will!”

And he wrung her hand and, talking incoherently, he rushed from the room and from the house.

XII

He went straight home and sought his sister.  She had that moment come in from tea after a matinee.  She talked about the play—­how badly it was acted—­and about the women she had seen at tea—­how badly dressed they were.  “It’s hard to say which is the more dreadful—­the ugly, misshapen human race without clothes or in the clothes it insists on wearing.  And the talk at that tea!  Does no one ever say a pleasant thing about anyone?  Doesn’t anyone ever do a pleasant thing that can be spoken about?  I read this morning Tolstoy’s advice about resolving to think all day only nice thoughts and sticking to it.  That sounded good to me, and I decided to try it.”  Ursula laughed and squirmed about in her tight-fitting dress that made an enchanting display of her figure.  “What is one to do? I can’t be a fraud, for one.  And if I had stuck to my resolution I’d have spent the day in lying.  What’s the matter, Fred?” Now that her attention was attracted she observed more closely.  “What have you been doing?  You look—­frightful!”

“I’ve broken with her,” replied he.

“With Jo?” she cried.  “Why, Fred, you can’t—­you can’t—­with the wedding only five days away!”

“Not with Jo.”

Ursula breathed noisy relief.  She said cheerfully:  “Oh—­with the other.  Well, I’m glad it’s over.”

“Over?” said he sardonically.  “Over?  It’s only begun.”

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