Main  Contacts  
Table of contents
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-1-2
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-3-4
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-5-6
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-7
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-1-2
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-3
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-1-2
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-3-4-5
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-6-7
THE CRISIS-1-2-3-4
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-1-2-3
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-4-5-6
EXPOSTULATIONS-1-2-3-4
EXPOSTULATIONS-5-6
IDEALS AND A REALITY-1-2
IDEALS AND A REALITY-3-4
IDEALS AND A REALITY-5-6-7
BIOLOGY-1-2
BIOLOGY-3-4-5-6
BIOLOGY-7-8-9
DISCORDS-1
DISCORDS-2-3-4
DISCORDS-5-6-8-9
THE SUFFRAGETTES-1-2-3
THE SUFFRAGETTES-4-5
THOUGHTS IN PRISON-1-2-3-4-5-6
ANN VERONICA PUTS THINGS IN ORDER-1-2-3-4-5-6-7
THE SAPPHIRE RING-1-2-3-4
THE SAPPHIRE RING-5-6
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-1-2-3
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-4-5-6
THE LAST DAYS AT HOME-1-2-3
IN THE MOUNTAINS-1-2-3-4
IN THE MOUNTAINS-5-6-7-8-9-10-11
IN PERSPECTIVE-1-2-3

Think--think of that engagement!" 

 

Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to 

say. 

 

She stood up before him, smiling faintly. 

 

"I think we've exhausted this discussion," she said. 

 

"I think we have," he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and 

smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. 

 

 

 

Part 6 

 

 

They spent the next Sunday in Richmond Park, and mingled the happy 

sensation of being together uninterruptedly through the long sunshine 

of a summer's day with the ample discussion of their position. "This has 

all the clean freshness of spring and youth," said Capes; "it is love 

with the down on; it is like the glitter of dew in the sunlight to be 

lovers such as we are, with no more than one warm kiss between us. I 

love everything to-day, and all of you, but I love this, this--this 

innocence upon us most of all. 

 

"You can't imagine," he said, "what a beastly thing a furtive love 

affair can be. 

 

"This isn't furtive," said Ann Veronica. 

 

"Not a bit of it. And we won't make it so.... We mustn't make it so." 

 

They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on 

friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the "Star and Garter," 

and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the 

crescent of the river. They had a universe to talk about--two universes. 

 

"What are we going to do?" said Capes, with his eyes on the broad 

distances beyond the ribbon of the river. 

 

"I will do whatever you want," said Ann Veronica. 

 

"My first love was all blundering," said Capes. 

 

He thought for a moment, and went on: "Love is something that has to be 

taken care of. One has to be so careful.... It's a beautiful plant, 

but a tender one.... I didn't know. I've a dread of love dropping its 

petals, becoming mean and ugly. How can I tell you all I feel? I love 

you beyond measure. And I'm afraid.... I'm anxious, joyfully anxious, 

like a man when he has found a treasure." 

 

"YOU know," said Ann Veronica. "I just came to you and put myself in 

your hands." 

 

"That's why, in a way, I'm prudish. I've--dreads. I don't want to tear 

at you with hot, rough hands." 

 

"As you will, dear lover. But for me it doesn't matter. Nothing is wrong 

that you do. Nothing. I am quite clear about this. I know exactly what I 

am doing. I give myself to you." 

 

"God send you may never repent it!" cried Capes. 

 

She put her hand in his to be squeezed. 


Page 6 from 8:  Back   1   2   3   4   5  [6]  7   8   Forward