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Updated: May 16, 2025
I make no terms; I ask none. Teach me your way; your way is mine if it leads to you; all other paths are dark, all other ways are strange. I know, for I have trodden them, and lost myself. Only the path you follow is lighted for me. All else is darkness. Love me. I ask no terms." "Ailsa, I can offer none." "I know. You have said so. That is enough. Besides, if you love me, nothing else matters.
The dear old thing," she whispered, "he is perfectly sure they want him and that he has only to choose a regiment and offer his sword. Oh, dear! I'm beginning to be terribly unhappy I'm afraid they won't let him go and I'm deadly afraid they might! And I'm sure that Jim means to go. Oh, dear! Have you seen Ailsa Paige lately?" "No. . . . I hope she is quite well." "You are not very enthusiastic."
Celia Craig looked up tranquilly. "Has anybody darned Paige's stockings?" "No, she hasn't, Honey-bell. Paige and Marye must keep their stockings da'ned. I never could do anything fo' myse'f, and I won't have my daughters brought up he'pless." Ailsa glanced humorously across at her sister-in-law. "You sweet thing," she said, "you can do anything, and you know it!"
"Oh, I'm all sorts of things beside " He paused for a second "Cousin Celia," he added so lightly that the grace with which he said it covered the impudence, and she laughed in semi-critical approval and turned to Ailsa, whose smile in response was chilly chillier still when Berkley did what few men have done convincingly since powdered hair and knee-breeches became unfashionable bent to salute Celia Craig's fingertips.
He said, quietly: "Marriage or love to the full, without it God knows how right or wrong that may be. The world outlaws those who love without it drives them out, excommunicates, damns. . . . It may be God does, too; but I don't believe it, Ailsa." She said, whiter still: "Then I must not think of what cannot be?" "No," he said dully, "it cannot be."
Berkley's expression was undecipherable as he saluted, shot a glance at Ailsa, turned sharply, and departed. "Colonel Arran," she said miserably, "it was all my fault. I am too ashamed to look at you." "Let me do what worrying is necessary," he said quietly. "I am not unaccustomed to it. . . . I suppose he ran the guard." She did not answer.
All his attitude showed only cold indifference, and it would have been difficult to believe that, even in his heart, he had taken the trouble to be resentful. Ailsa, watching, felt a little impatient with him. She wanted to break through the shell in which he chose to hide that self which her instinct told her was so different to his outward seeming.
"And you might have its horns polished and mounted and its tail stuffed," added Grenville. "Silly idiots," scornfully. "You're both jealous. If you could have seen the things The Kid missed!" "The Kid generally misses," chimed in Ailsa cheerfully. "He gets so excited, he quivers all over, and the wild beast, or whatever it is, just lollops away, throwing a grin over his shoulder at him."
Craig, her daughters, Paige and Marye, and Camilla Lent wearing a bell button from Stephen's zouave jacket, stood on the lawn in front of Ailsa's house, escorted by Colonel Arran who had returned from Washington, with his commission, by the mayor of the city, and several red-faced, fat-paunched gentlemen of the common council, and by a young officer, Captain Hallam, who stood behind Ailsa and seemed unable to keep his handsome eyes off her.
She turned toward him a face, pallid, enraptured, transfigured with an inward radiance that left him silent graver after that swift glimpse of a soul exalted. She said slowly: "You and Ailsa have been God's own messengers to me. . . . I shall tell Dr. Benton. . . . If he still wishes it, I will marry him. It will be for him to ask after he knows all."
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