my reasons for believing that sylvia was on this island were circumstantial, it is true, but to me they were entirely conclusive, and the vehement desire of my soul was to hasten to the house and ask to see her. but i did not feel at all sure that this would be the right thing to do. the circumstances of this case were unusual. sylvia was a sister of a religious house. it was not customary for gentlemen to call upon such sisters, and the lady who was the temporary custodian of this one might resent such an attempt.
it was, however, impossible for me entirely to restrain my impulses, and without knowing exactly what i intended to do i advanced toward the house. very soon i saw its chimneys above the trees which partly surrounded it. then, peeping under cover of a thicket, i went still nearer, so that, if there had been any people in the surrounding grounds, i could have seen them; but i saw no one, and i sat down on a log and waited. it shamed me to think that i was secretly watching a house, but despite the shame i continued to sit and watch.
there was the flutter of drapery on a little porch. my heart beat quickly, my eyes were fixed upon the spot; but nothing appeared except a maid who brought out some towels, which she hung on a bush to dry. then again i watched and watched.
after a time four people came out from the house, two of them carrying colored parasols. i knew them instantly. there was the middle-aged man of the sea, and his friend the shell man; and there was the sand lady, and my enemy who called herself a person. they went off toward the little pier. sylvia was not with them, nor did she join them. they entered their boat and sailed away. they were going fishing, as was their custom. the fact that sylvia was not with them, and that no one of them had stayed behind to keep her company, caused my heart to fall. in cases like mine, it takes very little to make the heart fall. the thought forced itself into my mind that perhaps, after all, i had seen a vision, and had been building theories on dreams.
suddenly the shutter of an upper window opened, and i saw sylvia!
it was truly sylvia. she was dressed in white, not gray. her hair was massed upon her head. there was no gray bonnet. she looked up at the sky, then at the trees, and withdrew.
my heart was beating as fast as it pleased. my face was glowing, and shame had been annihilated. i sat and watched. presently a door opened, and sylvia came out.
now i rose to my feet. i must go to her. it might not be honorable to take her at this disadvantage, but there are moments when even honor must wait for a decision upon its case. however, there was no necessity for my going to sylvia; she was coming to me.
as she walked directly to the spot where i stood, i saw sylvia as i had seen her in my day-dreams,—a beautiful girl, dressed as a beautiful girl should dress in summer time. in one hand she carried a portfolio, in the other a little leathern case. as she came nearer, i saw that she was attired exactly as mother anastasia had been dressed when i met her here. nearer she came, but still she did not see me. i was not now concealed, but her eyes seemed fixed upon the path in which she was walking.
when she was within a hundred feet of the thicket through which her path would lead, i advanced to meet her. i tried to appear cool and composed, but i am afraid my success was slight. as for sylvia, she stopped abruptly, and dropped her leathern case. i think that at first she did not recognize me, and was on the point of screaming. suddenly to come upon a man in the midst of these solitudes was indeed startling.
quickly, however, i made myself known, and her expression of fright changed to one of amazement. i am happy to say that she took the hand i offered her, though she seemed to have no words with which to return my formal greeting. in cases like this, the one who amazes should not impose upon the amazed one the necessity of asking questions, but should begin immediately to explain the situation.
this i did. i told sylvia how i had been accidentally brought to captain jabe's house, how i had strolled off in this direction, and how delighted i was to meet her here. in all this i was careful not to intimate that i had suspected her presence in this region. while speaking, i tried hard to think what i should say when she should remark, "then you did not know i was here?" but she did not make this remark. she looked at me with a little puzzled wrinkle on her brow, and said, with a smile:—
"it is absolutely wonderful that you should be here, and i should not know it; and that i should be here, and you should not know it."
ever since my meeting with mother anastasia it had been my purpose, as soon as i could find or make an opportunity, to declare to sylvia my love for her. apart from my passionate yearning in this direction, i felt that what i had done and attempted to say when i had parted from my secretary made it obligatory on me, as a man of honor, to say more, the moment i should be able to do so.
now the opportunity had come; now we were alone together, and i was able to pour out before her the burning words which so often, in my hours of reverie, had crowded themselves upon my mind. the fates had favored me as i had had no reason to expect to be favored, but i took no advantage of this situation. i spoke no word of love. i cannot say that sylvia's demeanor cooled my affection, but i can say that it cooled my desire for instantaneous expression of it. after her first moments of astonishment, her mind seemed entirely occupied with the practical unraveling of the problem of our meeting. i endeavored to make this appear a very commonplace affair. it was quite natural that my companion and i should come together to a region which he had before visited.
"yes," said she, "i suppose all out-of-the-way things can be made commonplace, if one reasons long enough. as for me, of course it is quite natural that, needing a change from the house of martha, i should come to my mother's island."
"your mother!" i stammered.
"yes," she answered. "mrs. raynor, who spends her summers in that house over there, is my mother. her brother is here, too, and she has some friends with her. mother anastasia was away recently on a little jaunt, and when she came back she said that i looked tired and wan, and that i ought to go to my mother's for a fortnight. so i came. that was all simple enough, you see."
simple enough! could anything be more extraordinary, more enigmatical? i did not know what to say, what course to pursue; but in the midst of my surprise i had sense enough to see that, until i knew more, the less i said the better. sylvia did not know that i had visited her mother's island and her mother's house. it is possible that she did not know that mother anastasia had been here. i must decide whether or not i would enlighten her on these points. my disposition was to be perfectly open and frank with her, and to be thus i must enlighten her. but i waited, and in answer to her statement merely told her how glad i was that she had a vacation and such a delightful place to come to. she did not immediately reply, but stood looking past me over the little vale beyond us.
"well, here i am," she said presently, "and in a very different dress from that in which you used to see me; but for all that, i am still a sister of the house of martha, and so"—
"so what?" i interrupted.
"i suppose i should go back to the house," she answered.
now i began to warm up furiously.
"don't think of it!" i exclaimed. "now that i have met you, give me a few moments of your time. let me see you as you are, free and undisguised, like other women, and not behind bars or in charge of old sister sarah."
"wasn't she horrid?" said sylvia.
"indeed she was," i replied; "and now cannot you walk a little with me, or shall we sit down somewhere and have a talk?"
she shook her head. "even if mother and the rest had not gone away in the boat, i could not do that, you know."
if she persisted in her determination to leave me, she should know my love in two minutes. but i tried further persuasion.
"we have spent hours together," i said; "why not let me make you a little visit now?"
still she gently shook her head, and looked away. suddenly she turned her face toward me. her blue eyes sparkled, her lips parted, and there was a flush upon her temples.
"there is one thing i would dearly like," she said, "and i think i could stay for that. will you finish the story of tomaso and lucilla?"
"i shall be overjoyed to do it!" i cried, in a state of exultation. "come, let us sit over there in the shade, at the bottom of this hill, and i will tell you all the rest of that story."
together we went down the little slope.
"you can't imagine," she said, "how i have longed to know how all that turned out. over and over again i have finished the story for myself, but i never made a good ending to it. it was not a bit like hearing it from you."
i found her a seat on a low stone near the trunk of a tree, and i sat upon the ground near by, while my soul bounded up like a loosened balloon.
"happy thought!" she exclaimed. "i came out here to write letters, not caring for fishing, especially in boats; how would you like me to write the rest of the story from your dictation?"
like it! i could scarcely find words to tell her how i should like it.
"very well, then," said she, opening her portfolio and taking out some sheets of paper. "my inkstand is in that case which you picked up; please give it to me, and let us begin. now this is a very different affair. i am finishing the work which the house of martha set me to do, and i assure you that i have been very much dissatisfied because i have been obliged to leave it unfinished. please begin."
"i cannot remember at this moment," i said, "where we left off."
"i can tell you exactly," she answered, "just as well as if i had the manuscript before me. tomaso held lucilla by the hand; the cart was ready in which he was to travel to the sea-coast; they were calling him to hurry; and he was trying to look into her face, to see if he should tell her something that was in his heart. you had not yet said what it was that was in his heart. there was a chance, you know, that it might be that he felt it necessary for her good that the match should be broken off."
"how did you arrange this in the endings you made?" i asked. "did you break off the match?"
"don't let us bother about my endings," she said. "i want to know yours."
