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He might, he often said to himself, have remained in Wilton an entire summer and his acquaintance with the lady of his heart never have reached the degree of intimacy that it attained during Celestina's illness. To behold the girl, fair as the new-blown rose, presiding at the wee breakfast table was to forget all else.
"Then your dedication would be as long as Homer!" she suddenly flashed out, her arm around the child. Straws looked at her quickly. It was too bad of him! And that borrowed Don Juan smile! Nothing could excuse it. Castiglione busied herself with Celestina's ribbons. "Whoever did tie that bow-knot?" she observed. "Good-by, Celestina," said Straws.
But there in Celestina's kitchen that day, Mademoiselle was not afraid to take these rough hands these hands that had been so often stained with crime and violence in her own pure white ones to tell me she would help me! She it was who taught me to pray. She it was who had prayed for me while I was in prison. I have seen men ground to pieces in the gears of a machine in the factory.
Celestina's lips were mute, but her eyes were full of rapturous response, and then became suddenly shy, as though afraid of their own happiness. "May I pour your wine?" she asked, with downcast lashes. "Can you manage it and not spill a drop? Remember Cratinus wept and died of grief seeing his wine no doubt, this same vintage spilt!" But Straws was not called upon to emulate this classic example.
'Redding is full of news as usual, he said, as Mrs. Fairchild handed him his tea. 'He is a good-natured man, but I wish he wouldn't talk quite so much. 'He had some excuse for talking this evening, said Celestina's mother; 'it is news of importance for every one at Seacove, and of course it must affect Mr. Redding a good deal.
'I've never had any friends, if I may call you so, was Celestina's indirect reply, 'that I have cared for as for you two, and there was a dewy look in her gentle eyes which said even more than her words.
I cried, in such a terrible tone that Paula, I could see, was frightened. "You mustn't die! I cannot live, and I won't live without you! I know I'm not good, but if you weren't here to help me what would I do?" My overwrought nerves, due to the happenings at that afternoon visit at Celestina's, combined with what Teresa had suggested, were too much for me, and here I broke down completely.
And it may be a lesson for all her life; it may be the turning-point for her if if only you would if you can meet her gently if nothing is said to harden her. 'I will try. I promise you I will try, said Mrs. Vane very softly. 'But oh, Mrs. Fairchild, if it has made my husband ill! and her voice broke. 'We must hope not hope and pray, said Celestina's mother in a low voice.
The left hand of the poet waved mechanically, imposing silence; the quill dived suddenly to paper, trailed twice across it, and then was cast aside, as Straws looked up. "Yes," he replied to the other's interrogation. "It's all on account of Celestina's leaving me. You ought to see my room. Even a poet's soul revolts against it. So what can I do, save make my home amid convivial haunts?"
"Would you mind, please, putting it on? Catalina wanted us to find out if it fits you," I said. The good woman nothing loath tried on the dress as she exclaimed, "My, oh me, how handsome I am for once in my life, at least," and a merry twinkle danced in old Celestina's eyes, "I'll have to keep this for Sunday wear only."
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