scarce aware of her own actions； she went round the house and walked on quickly away from him。
As he was following and passing the cabin； a hand was quickly put out and the shutter drawn partly to。
〃How do you do！〃
That hard； smooth； gay little voice！
〃You mustn't come here！ And don't you peep！ When are you going？〃
He told her。
〃To…morrow！ Why； have you forgotten that I'm married to…morrow！ Aren't you coming？ Upon my word！ I've given you to the widow Babcock； and you are to ride in the procession with her。 She has promised me not to laugh once on the way or even to allude to anything cheerful！ Be persuaded！ 。 。 。 Well； I'm sorry。 I'll have to give your place to Peter； I suppose。 And I'll tell the widow she can be natural and gay： Peter'll not mind！ Good…bye！ I can't shake hands with you。〃
Behind the house； at the foot of the sloping hill； there was a spring such as every pioneer sought to have near his home； and a little lower down； in one corner of the yard； the water from this had broadened out into a small pond。 Dark…green sedgy cane grew thick around half the margin。
One March day some seasons before； Major Falconer had brought down with his rifle from out the turquoise sky a young lone…wandering swan。 In those early days the rivers and ponds of the wilderness served as resting places and feeding…grounds for these unnumbered birds in their long flights between the Southern waters and the Northern lakes。 A wing of this one had been broken； and out of her wide heaven of freedom and light she had floated down his captive but with all her far…sweeping instincts throbbing on unabated。 This pool had been the only thing to remind her since of the blue…breasted waves and the glad fellowship of her kind。 On this she had passed her existence； with a cry in the night now and then that no one heard； a lifting of the wings that would never rise； an eye turned upward toward the turquoise sky across which familiar voices called to each other； called down； and were lost in the distance。
As he followed down the hill； she was standing on the edge of the pond； watching the swan feeding in the edge of the cane。 He took her hand without a word； and looked with clear unfaltering eyes down into her face； now swanlike in whiteness。
She withdrew her hand and gave him the gloves which she was holding in the other。
〃I'm glad you thought enough of them to come for them。〃
〃I couldn't come！ Don't blame me！〃
〃I understand！ Only I might have helped you in your trouble。 If a friend can't do thatmay not do that！ But it is too late now！ You start for Virginia tomorrow？〃
〃To…morrow。〃
〃And to…morrow Amy marries； I lose you both the same day！ You are going straight to Mount Vernon？〃
〃Straight to Mount Vernon。〃
〃Ah； to think that you will see Virginia so soon！ I've been recalling a great deal about Virginia during these days when you would not come to see me。 Now I've forgotten everything I meant to say！〃
They climbed the hill slowly。 Two or three times she stopped and pressed her hand over her heart。 She tried to hide the sound of her quivering breath and glanced up once to see whether he were observing。 He was not。 With his old habit of sending his thoughts on into the future； fighting its distant battles； feeling its far…off pain； he was less conscious of their parting than of the years during which he might not see her again。 It is the woman who bursts the whole grape of sorrow against the irrepressible palate at such a moment； to a man like him the same grape distils a vintage of yearning that will brim the cup of memory many a time beside his lamp in the final years。
He would have passed the house； supposing they were to go to the familiar seat in the garden； but a bench had been placed under a forest tree near the door and she led the way to this。 The significance of the action was lost on him。
〃Yes；〃 she continued； returning to a subject which furnished both an escape and a concealment of her feelings； 〃I have been revisiting my girlhood。 You love Kentucky but I cannot make myself over。〃
Her face grew full of the finest memories and all the fibres of her nature were becoming more unstrung。 He had made sure of his strength before he had ever dared see her this day； had pitted his self…control against every possible temptation to betray himself that could arise throughout their parting； and it was this very composure； so unlocked for； that unconsciously drove her to the opposite extreme。 Shades of colour swept over her neck and brow； as though she were setting under wind…tossed blossoming peach boughs。 Her lustrous； excited eyes seemed never able to withdraw themselves from his whitened solemn face。 Its mute repressed suffering touched her； its calmness filled her with vague pain that at such a time he could be so calm。 And the current of her words ran swift； as a stream loosened at last from some steep height。〃Sometime you might be in that part of Virginia。 I should like you to know the country there and the place where my father's house stood。 And when you see the Resident； I wish you would recall my father to him。 And you remember that one of my brothers was a favourite young officer of his。 I should like you to hear him speak of them both： he has not forgotten。 Ah！ My father！ He had his faults； but they were all the faults of a gentleman。 And the faults of my brothers were the faults of gentlemen。 I never saw my mother； but I know how genuine she was by the books she liked and her dresses and her jewels； and the manner in which she had things put away in the closets。 One's childhood is everything！ If I had not felt I was all there was in the world to speak for my father and my mother and my brothers！ Ah； sometimes pride is the greatest of virtues！〃
He bowed his head in assent。
With a swift transition she changed her voice and manner and the conversation： 〃That is enough about me。 Have you thought that you will soon be talking to the greatest man in the worldyou who love ideals？〃
〃I have not thought of it lately。〃 〃You will think of it soon！ And that reminds me： why did you go away as you did the last time you were herewhen I wanted to talk with you about the book？〃
Her eyes questioned him imperiously。 〃I cannot tell you： that is one of the things you'd better not wish to understand。
She continued to look at him； and when she spoke； her voice was full of relief： 〃It was the first time you ever did anything that I could not understand： I could not read your face that day。〃 〃Can you read it now？〃 he asked； smiling at her sorrowfully。 〃Perfectly！〃
〃What do you read？〃
〃Everything that I have always liked you for most。 Memories are a great deal to me。 Ah； if you had ever done anything to spoil yours！〃 Do you think that if I loved a woman she would know it by looking at my face？〃 〃You would tell her： that is your nature。〃
〃Would I？ Should I？〃
〃Why not？〃 There was silence。 〃Let me talk to you about the book；〃 he cried suddenly。 He closed his eyes and passed one hand several times slowly across his forehead； then facing her but with his arm resting on the back of the seat and his eyes shaded by his hand he began：
〃You were right： it is a book I have needed。 At first it appeared centuries old to me and far away： the greatest gorgeous picture I had ever seen of human life anywhere。 I could never tell you of the regret with which it filled me not to have lived in those daysof the longing to have been at Camelot to have seen the King and to have served him； to have been friends with the best of the Knights； to have taken their vows； to have gone out with them to right what was wrong； to wrong nothing that was right。〃
The words were wrung from him with slow terrible effort； as though he were forcing himself to draw nearer and nearer some spot of supreme mental struggle。 She listened； stilled； as she had never been by any words of his。 At the same time she felt stifledfelt that she should have to cry outthat he could be so deeply moved and so self…controlled。
More slowly； with more composure； he went on。 He was still turned toward her； his hand shading the upper part of his face：
〃It was not untilnot untilafterwardsthat I got something more out of it than all thatgot what I suppose you meant。 。 。 。 suppose you meant that the whole story was not far away from me but present hereits right and wrongits temptation； that there was no vow a man could take then that a man must not take now； that every man still has his Camelot and his King； still has to prove his courage and his strength to all men 。 。 。 and that after he has proved these； he hasas his last； highest act of service in the world。 。 。 to lay them all down； give them all up； for the sake ofof his spirit。 You meant that I too； in my life； am to go in quest of the Grail： is it all that？〃
The tears lay mute on her eyes。 She rose quickly and walked away to the garden。 He followed her。 When they had entered it； he strolled beside her among the plants。
〃You must see them once more；〃 she said。 Her tone was perfectly quiet and careless。 Then she continued with animation： 〃Some day you will not know this garden。 When we are richer； you will see what I shall do： with it； with the house； with everything！ I do not live altogether on memories： I have hopes。〃
They came to the bench where they were used to talk； She sat down； and waited until she could control the least tremor of her voice。 Then she turned upon him her noble eyes； the exquisite passionate tender light of which no effort of the will could curtain in。 Nor could any self…restraint turn aside the electrical energy of her words：〃I thought I should not let you go away without saying something more to you about what has happened lately with Amy。 My interest in you； your future； your success； has caused me to feel everything more than you can possibly realize。 But I am not thinking of this now： it is nothing； it will pass。 What it has caused me to see and to regret more than anything else is the power that life will have to hurt you on account of the ideals that you have built up in secret。 We have been talking about Sir Thomas Malory and chivalry and ideals： there is one thing you need to knowall of us need to know itand to know it well。〃Ideals are of two kinds。 T