Jane put out her hands to him appealingly."Ah, Boy, I must make you understand! How could I do otherwise, though, indeed, it was putting away the highest good life will ever hold for me? Deryck, you know Garth well enough to realise how dependent he is on beauty; he must be surrounded by it, perpetually.Before this unaccountable need of each other came to us he had talked to me quite freely on this point, saying of a plain person whose character and gifts he greatly admired, and whose face he grew to like in consequence: 'But of course it was not the sort of face one would have wanted to live with, or to have day after day opposite to one at table; but then one was not called to that sort of discipline, which would be martyrdom to me.' Oh, Deryck! Could I have tied Garth to my plain face? Could I have let myself become a daily, hourly discipline to that radiant, beauty-loving nature? I know they say, 'Love is blind.' But that is before Love has entered into his kingdom.Love desirous, sees only that, in the one beloved, which has awakened the desire.But Love content, regains full vision, and, as time goes on, those powers of vision increase and become, by means of daily, hourly, use,--microscopic and telescopic.Wedded love is not blind.
Bah! An outsider staying with married people is apt to hear what love sees, on both sides, and the delusion of love's blindness is dispelled forever.I know Garth was blind, during all those golden days, to my utter lack of beauty, because he wanted ME so much.But when he had had me, and had steeped himself in all I have to give of soul and spirit beauty; when the daily routine of life began, which after all has to be lived in complexions, and with features to the fore; when he sat down to breakfast and I saw him glance at me and then look away, when I was conscious that I was sitting behind the coffee-pot, looking my very plainest, and that in consequence my boy's discipline had begun; could I have borne it? Should I not, in the miserable sense of failing him day by day, through no fault of my own, have grown plainer and plainer; until bitterness and disappointment, and perhaps jealousy, all combined to make me positively ugly? I ask you, Deryck, could I have borne it?"The doctor was looking at Jane with an expression of keen professional interest.
"How awfully well I diagnosed the case when I sent you abroad," he remarked meditatively."Really, with so little data to go upon--""Oh, Boy," cried Jane, with a movement of impatience, "don't speak to me as if I were a patient.Treat me as a human being, at least, and tell me--as man to man--could I have tied Garth Dalmain to my plain face? For you know it is plain."The doctor laughed.He was glad to make Jane a little angry."My dear girl," he said, "were we speaking as man to man, I should have a few very strong things to say to you.As we are speaking as man to woman,--and as a man who has for a very long time respected, honoured, and admired a very dear and noble woman,--I will answer your question frankly.You are not beautiful, in the ordinary acceptation of the word, and no one who really loves you would answer otherwise; because no one who knows and loves you would dream of telling you a lie.We will even allow, if you like, that you are plain, although I know half a dozen young men who, were they here, would want to kick me into the street for saying so, and I should have to pretend in self-defence that their ears had played them false and I had said, 'You are JANE,' which is all they would consider mattered.So long as you are yourself, your friends will be well content.At the same time, I may add, while this dear face is under discussion, that I can look back to times when I have felt that I would gladly walk twenty miles for a sight of it; and in its absence I have always wished it present, and in its presence I have never wished it away.""Ah, but, Deryck, you did not have to have it always opposite you at meals," insisted Jane gravely.
"Unfortunately not.But I enjoyed the meals more on the happy occasions when it was there.""And, Deryck--YOU DID NOT HAVE TO KISS IT."The doctor threw back his head and shouted with laughter, so that Flower, passing up the stairs, wondered what turn the conversation could be taking.
But Jane was quite serious; and saw in it no laughing matter.
"No, dear," said the doctor when he had recovered; "to my infinite credit be it recorded, that in all the years I have known it I have never once kissed it.""Dicky, don't tease! Oh, Boy, it is the most vital question of my whole life; and if you do not now give me wise and thoughtful advice, all this difficult confession will have been for nothing."The doctor became grave immediately.He leaned forward and took those clasped hands between his.
"Dear," he said, "forgive me if I seemed to take it lightly.My most earnest thought is wholly at your disposal.And now let me ask you a few questions.How did you ever succeed in convincing Dalmain that such a thing as this was an insuperable obstacle to your marriage?""I did not give it as a reason."
"What then did you give as your reason for refusing him?""I asked him how old he was."
"Jane! Standing there beside him in the chancel, where he had come awaiting your answer?""Yes.It did seem awful when I came to think it over afterwards.But it worked.""I have no doubt it worked.What then?"
"He said he was twenty-seven.I said I was thirty, and looked thirty-five, and felt forty.I also said he might be twenty-seven, but he looked nineteen, and I was sure he often felt nine.""Well?"
"Then I said that I could not marry a mere boy.""And he acquiesced?"
