"Whatever your troubles," he said, "I am the man to take you away from
them; that is, if you are not afraid. You told me you had no friends.
Neither have I. Nobody ever cared for me as far as I can remember.
Perhaps you could. Yes, I live on the sea. But who would you be parting
from? No one. You have no one belonging to you."
At this point she broke away from him and ran. He did not pursue her.
The tall hedges tossing in the wind, the wide fields, the clouds driving
over the sky and the sky itself wheeled about her in masses of green and
white and blue as if the world were breaking up silently in a whirl, and
her foot at the next step were bound to find the void. She reached the
gate all right, got out, and, once on the road, discovered that she had
not the courage to look back. The rest of that day she spent with the
Fyne girls who gave her to understand that she was a slow and
unprofitable person. Long after tea, nearly at dusk, Captain Anthony
(the son of the poet) appeared suddenly before her in the little garden
in front of the cottage. They were alone for the moment. The wind had
dropped. In the calm evening air the voices of Mrs. Fyne and the girls
strolling aimlessly on the road could be heard. He said to her severely:
"You have understood?"
She looked at him in silence.
"That I love you," he finished.
She shook her head the least bit.
"Don't you believe me?" he asked in a low, infuriated voice.
"Nobody would love me," she answered in a very quiet tone. "Nobody
could."
He was dumb for a time, astonished beyond measure, as he well might have
been. He doubted his ears. He was outraged.
"Eh? What? Can't love you? What do you know about it? It's my affair,
isn't it? You dare say that to a man who has just told you! You must
be mad!"
"Very nearly," she said with the accent of pent-up sincerity, and even
relieved because she was able to say something which she felt was true.
For the last few days she had felt herself several times near that
madness which is but an intolerable lucidity of apprehension.
The clear voices of Mrs. Fyne and the girls were coming nearer, sounding
affected in the peace of the passion-laden earth. He began storming at
her hastily.