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I am going to bore you, annoy you; for I am to see you every day for the next week. Can you bear it? I shall be worse than the balm of 'I-told-you-so." Monroe pressed his friend's hand. "Come, by all means. And now we are near my house; go in and take tea with us." "No, not to-day. It is dies nefastus. Good-bye!" Twirling his grizzly moustaches and humming to himself, Easelmann turned back.
The secret influence she exerted increased, and, at length, possessed him wholly while in her company. It drew him as the moon draws the tides, silently, unconsciously, but with a power he could not resist. It was only when he was away from her that he could reason himself into a belief in his independence. Greenleaf and Easelmann were at Nahant at the close of the season.
He thought of the proud, dazzling coquette, and then looked upon the image of the tender, earnest, truthful face before him. As he looked, he smiled at his friend's prophecy. "This is my talisman," he said; and he raised the picture to his lips. An evening or two later, as Easelmann was putting his brushes into water, Greenleaf came into his studio.
"Now, I like the spirit," said Easelmann; "but, pray, be sensible. 'Where Macdonald sits, there is the head of the table. Stand firm in your own shoes, and graduate your bows by those you get." "I suppose I am thin-skinned." "As long as you are, you will chafe. Cultivate a hide like a rhinoceros's, and Society will let fly its pin-pointed arrows in vain.
Easelmann turned and said, with a meaning emphasis, "I thought so. I thought what would happen. You aren't drowned, to be sure; but some people can't be drowned; better for them, if they could!" Greenleaf made no reply to the brusque sarcasm, but drew Marcia closer to his side. He could not talk after such an adventure, especially while in contact with the woman for whom he had risked so much.
But when next he saw Marcia, all was forgotten; while under her spell he could have braved the world, only too happy to live and die for her. For days this struggle continued. His art had no power to amuse him or engross his thought. His friends were neglected, Easelmann with the rest. His enemy could not have wished to see him more completely miserable.
Greenleaf at the same time bounded to the door, and, seizing her hand, drew her, bewildered, faint, and fluttering, back into the room. He turned almost fiercely to his companion: "This is your policy, is it, to send her off? or, more probably, to amuse me and not send for her at all?" "Ask the lady, ask Mrs. Sandford," replied Easelmann.
Easelmann thought and perhaps rightly that Alice needed only time to become accustomed to the new view of the case; and he believed that any precipitation might be fatal to his friend's hopes. "Give her the opportunity to think about it," he said; "if she loves you, depend upon it, the wind will change with her.
"I can't allow this," said Easelmann. "You have had your share of Mrs. Sandford's time. It is my turn. Besides, you will forget it all when you cross the room." "Trust me, I shall never forget," said Greenleaf, with a marked emphasis, and a grateful look towards the lovely widow. "What's this? What's this?" said Easelmann, rapidly. "Insatiate trifler, could not one suffice?"
The language of the eyes needs no translation. I often walked, sketched, talked with the girl, and I felt that there was the completest sympathy between us. I knew her feelings towards me, as well, I am persuaded, as she knew mine. I gave her no pledge, no keepsake; I only managed, by an artifice, to get her daguerreotype at a travelling saloon." Easelmann laughed.
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