GARTH FINDS HIS ROSARY
Jane spent but a very few minutes in the drawing-room that evening.
The fun in progress there was not to her taste, and the praises heaped upon herself annoyed her.Also she wanted the quiet of her own room in order to think over that closing episode of the concert, which had taken place between herself and Garth, behind the scenes.
She did not feel certain how to take it.She was conscious that it held an element which she could not fathom, and Garth's last act had awakened in herself feelings which she did not understand.She extremely disliked the way in which he had kissed her hands; and yet he had put into the action such a passion of reverent worship that it gave her a sense of consecration--of being, as it were, set apart to minister always to the hearts of men in that perfect gift of melody which should uplift and ennoble.She could not lose the sensation of the impress of his lips upon the palms of her hands.It was as if he had left behind something tangible and abiding.She caught herself looking at them anxiously once or twice, and the third time this happened she determined to go to her room.
The duchess was at the piano, completely hidden from view by nearly the whole of her house party, crowding round in fits of delighted laughter.Ronnie had just broken through from the inmost circle to fetch an antimacassar; and Billy, to dash to the writing-table for a sheet of note-paper.Jane knew the note-paper meant a clerical dog collar, and she concluded something had been worn which resembled an antimacassar.
She turned rather wearily and moved towards the door.Quiet and unobserved though her retreat had been, Garth was at the door before her.She did not know how he got there; for, as she turned to leave the room, she had seen his sleek head close to Myra Ingleby's on the further side of the duchess's crowd.He opened the door and Jane passed out.She felt equally desirous of saying two things to him,--either: "How dared you behave in so unconventional a way?" or: "Tell me just what you want me to do, and I will do it."She said neither.
Garth followed her into the hall, lighted a candle, and threw the match at Tommy; then handed her the silver candlestick.He was looking absurdly happy.Jane felt annoyed with him for parading this gladness, which she had unwittingly caused and in which she had no share.Also she felt she must break this intimate silence.It was saying so much which ought not to be said, since it could not be spoken.She took her candle rather aggressively and turned upon the second step.
"Good-night, Dal," she said."And do you know that you are missing the curate?"He looked up at her.His eyes shone in the light of her candle.
"No," he said."I am neither missing nor missed.I was only waiting in there until you went up.I shall not go back.I am going out into the park now to breathe in the refreshing coolness of the night breeze.And I am going to stand under the oaks and tell my beads.Idid not know I had a rosary, until to-night, but I have--I have!""I should say you have a dozen," remarked Jane, dryly.
"Then you would be wrong," replied Garth."I have just one.But it has many hours.I shall be able to call them all to mind when I get out there alone.I am going to 'count each pearl.'""How about the cross?" asked Jane.
"I have not reached that yet," answered Garth."There is no cross to my rosary.""I fear there is a cross to every true rosary, Dal," said Jane gently, "and I also fear it will go hard with you when you find yours."But Garth was confident and unafraid.
"When I find mine," he said, "I hope I shall be able to"--Involuntarily Jane looked at her hands.He saw the look and smiled, though he had the grace to colour beneath his tan,--"to FACE the cross," he said.
Jane turned and began to mount the stairs; but Garth arrested her with an eager question.
"Just one moment, Miss Champion! There is something I want to ask you.May I? Will you think me impertinent, presuming, inquisitive?""I have no doubt I shall," said Jane."But I am thinking you all sorts of unusual things to-night; so three adjectives more or less will not matter much.You may ask.""Miss Champion, have YOU a rosary?"
Jane looked at him blankly; then suddenly understood the drift of his question.
"My dear boy, NO!" she said."Thank goodness, I have kept clear of 'memories that bless and burn.' None of these things enter into my rational and well-ordered life, and I have no wish that they should.""Then," deliberated Garth, "how came you to sing THE ROSARY as if each line were your own experience; each joy or pain a thing--long passed, perhaps--but your own?""Because," explained Jane, "I always live in a song when I sing it.
Did I not tell you the lesson I learned over the CHANT HINDOU?
Therefore I had a rosary undoubtedly when I was singing that song to-night.But, apart from that, in the sense you mean, no, thank goodness, I have none."Garth mounted two steps, bringing his eyes on a level with the candlestick.
"But IF you cared," he said, speaking very low, "that is how you would care? that is as you would feel?"Jane considered."Yes," she said, "IF I cared, I suppose I should care just so, and feel as I felt during those few minutes.""Then it was YOU in the song, although the circumstances are not yours?""Yes, I suppose so," Jane replied, "if we can consider ourselves apart from our circumstances.But surely this is rather an unprofitable 'air-ball.' Goodnight, 'Master Garthie!'""I say, Miss Champion! Just one thing more.Will you sing for me to-morrow? Will you come to the music-room and sing all the lovely things I want to hear? And will you let me play a few of your accompaniments? Ah, promise you will come.And promise to sing whatever I ask, and I won't bother you any more now."He stood looking up at her, waiting for her promise, with such adoration shining in his eyes that Jane was startled and more than a little troubled.Then suddenly it seemed to her that she had found the key, and she hastened to explain it to herself and to him.
