human
Excuse my glove,
gpt
Excuse mine,
human
Richard, said Gertrude,
gpt
Why, you have forgiven me!
human
Yes, said Gertrude,
gpt
I have forgiven you,--both you and myself. We both of us behaved very absurdly, but we both of us had reason. I wish you had come back.
human
I have been very busy,
gpt
If you have been busy, she said,
human
I congratulate you. What have you been doing?
gpt
O, a hundred things. I have been quarrying, and draining, and clearing, and I don't know what all. I thought the best thing was just to put my own hands to it. I am going to make a stone fence along the great lot on the hill there. Wallace is forever grumbling about his boundaries. I'll fix them once for all. What are you laughing at?
human
I am laughing at certain foolish apprehensions that I have been indulging for a week past. You're wiser than I, Richard. I have no imagination.
gpt
Do you mean that _I_ have? I haven't enough to guess what you _do_ mean.
human
Why, do you suppose, have I come over this morning?
gpt
Because you thought I was sulking on account of your having called me a fool.
human
Sulking, or worse. What do I deserve for the wrong I have done you?
gpt
You have done me no wrong. You reasoned fairly enough. You are not obliged to know me better than I know myself. It's just like you to be ready to take back that bad word, and try to make yourself believe that it was unjust. But it was perfectly just, and therefore I have managed to bear it. I _was_ a fool at that moment,--a stupid, impudent fool. I don't know whether that man had been making love to you or not. But you had, I think, been feeling love for him,--you looked it; I should have been less than a man, I should be unworthy of your--your affection, if I had failed to see it. I did see it,--I saw it as clearly as I see those oxen now; and yet I bounced in with my own ill-timed claims. To do so was to be a fool. To have been other than a fool would have been to have waited, to have backed out, to have bitten my tongue off before I spoke, to have done anything but what I did. I have no right to claim you, Gertrude, until I can woo you better than that. It was the most fortunate thing in the world that you spoke as you did: it was even kind. It saved me all the misery of groping about for a starting-point. Not to have spoken as you did would have been to fail of justice; and then, probably, I should have sulked, or, as you very considerately say, done worse. I had made a false move in the game, and the only thing to do was to repair it. But you were not obliged to know that I would so readily admit my move to have been false. Whenever I have made a fool of myself before, I have been for sticking it out, and trying to turn all mankind--that is, _you_--into a a fool too, so that I shouldn't be an exception. But this time, I think, I had a kind of inspiration. I felt that my case was desperate. I felt that if I adopted my folly now I adopted it forever. The other day I met a man who had just come home from Europe, and who spent last summer in Switzerland. He was telling me about the mountain-climbing over there,--how they get over the glaciers, and all that. He said that you sometimes came upon great slippery, steep, snow-covered slopes that end short off in a precipice, and that if you stumble or lose your footing as you cross them horizontally, why you go shooting down, and you're gone; that is, but for one little dodge. You have a long walking-pole with a sharp end, you know, and as you feel yourself sliding,--it's as likely as not to be in a sitting posture,--you just take this and ram it into the snow before you, and there you are, stopped. The thing is, of course, to drive it in far enough, so that it won't yield or break; and in any case it hurts infernally to come whizzing down upon this upright pole. But the interruption gives you time to pick yourself up. Well, so it was with me the other day. I stumbled and fell; I slipped, and was whizzing downward; but I just drove in my pole and pulled up short. It nearly tore me in two; but it saved my life. Richard made this speech with one hand leaning on the neck of Gertrude's horse, and the other on his own side, and with his head slightly thrown back and his eyes on hers. She had sat quietly in her saddle, returning his gaze. He had spoken slowly and deliberately; but without hesitation and without heat.
human
This is not romance, thought Gertrude,
gpt
It was fortunate you had a walking-pole,
human
I shall never travel without one again.
gpt
Never, at least, smiled Gertrude,
human
O, you may push all you like, said Richard.
gpt
I give you leave. But isn't this enough about myself?
human
That's as you think.
gpt
Well, it's all I have to say for the present, except that I am prodigiously glad to see you, and that of course you will stay awhile.
human
But you have your work to do.
gpt
Dear me, never you mind my work. I've earned my dinner this morning, if you have no objection; and I propose to share it with you. So we will go back to the house.