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To true lovers the longest kiss is all too sadly short a thing brief almost in proportion to its sweetness. But to Julius March, watching from the blackness of the doorway, it seemed a whole eternity before Richard Calmady raised his head.
"And have you never told her that you loved her even yet?" "No," he replied, "because, had I told her, I must have ceased to serve her, I must have left her, Katherine, and I did not think God required that of me." Lady Calmady walked on in silence, her head a little bent. At the end of the path she stood a moment, listening to the answering songs of the two nightingales.
Love between man and woman must be forever young, even as Eros, Cupid, Krishna, are forever youthful gods. But mother-love is of necessity mature, majestic, ancient from the stamp of primal experience which is upon it. And so, at this juncture, realising that which her motherhood meant, her immaturity, her girlhood fell away from Katherine Calmady.
"Tell Garçia to be here in good time to drive me to the San Carlo. I have an appointment at the opera to-night." The opera box, which Richard Calmady had rented along with the Villa Vallorbes, was fifth from the stage on the third tier, to the right of the vast horseshoe. Thus situated, it commanded a very comprehensive view of the interior of the house.
"And that vow precludes marriage?" she said at last. "It does," Julius answered. For a time they paced again in silence. Then Lady Calmady spoke, a delicate intimacy and affection in her manner, while once more, for a moment, she let her hand rest on his arm. "So Brockhurst keeps you I keep you, dear Julius, to the last?" "Yes, if you will, to the very last." "I am thankful for that," she said.
Could life hold greater complement of good for a brave, little, ten-year-old soul, and slender, serviceable, little, ten-year-old body emulous of all manly virtues and manly pastimes? So the boy laughed; and the sound of his laughter reached the ears both of the elder and the younger Lady Calmady, as they slowly paced the straight walk between the gray balustrade and the edge of the turf.
And Richard's clear voice rang out eagerly from the depths of the big chair "Yes yes isn't she, Uncle Roger isn't she delicious?" The man's smile broadened almost to laughter. "You young monkey," he said very gently; "so you have discovered that fact already, have you? Well, so much the better. It's a safe basis to start from; don't you think so, Kitty?" But Lady Calmady drew away her hand.
Quayle extending his hand, his head a little on one side, his long neck directed forward, while he regarded first his sister and then the dressing-case with infuriating urbanity. "No? Let us come to Hecuba, then. Let us dissemble no longer, but put it plainly. What, oh, Louisa! what are you driving at in respect of my very dear friend, Dickie Calmady?"
"The last link of it is riveted to the steps of the throne of God. I will make my cry there my threefold cry for you, for Richard, and for myself, Katherine." Lady Calmady had reached the arched side-door leading from the terrace into the house. She paused, with her hand on the latch.
While, as culmination of interest, as living centre of this rich and varied setting, was the figure of Richard Calmady seen, as his custom was, only to the waist seated in a high-backed chair drawn close against an antique, oak table, upon which a small piétra dura cabinet shad been placed.
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