Pierre; or The Ambiguities. Melville Herman

that sets it all right again," said Pierre, resuming his fork – "my appetite returns. But what was that about my being married so soon?" he added, vainly striving to assume an air of incredulity and unconcern; "you were joking, I suppose; it seems to me, sister, either you or I was but just now wandering in the mind a little, on that subject. Are you really thinking of any such thing? and have you really vanquished your sagacious scruples by yourself, after I had so long and ineffectually sought to do it for you? Well, I am a million times delighted; tell me quick!"

      "I will, Pierre. You very well know, that from the first hour you apprised me – or rather, from a period prior to that – from the moment that I, by my own insight, became aware of your love for Lucy, I have always approved it. Lucy is a delicious girl; of honorable descent, a fortune, well-bred, and the very pattern of all that I think amiable and attractive in a girl of seventeen."

      "Well, well, well," cried Pierre rapidly and impetuously; "we both knew that before."

      "Well, well, well, Pierre," retorted his mother, mockingly.

      "It is not well, well, well; but ill, ill, ill, to torture me so, mother; go on, do!"

      "But notwithstanding my admiring approval of your choice, Pierre; yet, as you know, I have resisted your entreaties for my consent to your speedy marriage, because I thought that a girl of scarcely seventeen, and a boy scarcely twenty, should not be in such a hurry; – there was plenty of time, I thought, which could be profitably employed by both."

      "Permit me here to interrupt you, mother. Whatever you may have seen in me; she, – I mean Lucy, – has never been in the slightest hurry to be married; – that's all. But I shall regard it as a lapsus-lingua in you."

      "Undoubtedly, a lapsus. But listen to me. I have been carefully observing both you and Lucy of late; and that has made me think further of the matter. Now, Pierre, if you were in any profession, or in any business at all; nay, if I were a farmer's wife, and you my child, working in my fields; why, then, you and Lucy should still wait awhile. But as you have nothing to do but to think of Lucy by day, and dream of her by night, and as she is in the same predicament, I suppose; with respect to you; and as the consequence of all this begins to be discernible in a certain, just perceptible, and quite harmless thinness, so to speak, of the cheek; but a very conspicuous and dangerous febrileness of the eye; therefore, I choose the lesser of two evils; and now you have my permission to be married, as soon as the thing can be done with propriety. I dare say you have no objection to have the wedding take place before Christmas, the present month being the first of summer."

      Pierre said nothing; but leaping to his feet, threw his two arms around his mother, and kissed her repeatedly.

      "A most sweet and eloquent answer, Pierre; but sit down again. I desire now to say a little concerning less attractive, but quite necessary things connected with this affair. You know, that by your father's will, these lands and – "

      "Miss Lucy, my mistress;" said Dates, throwing open the door.

      Pierre sprang to his feet; but as if suddenly mindful of his mother's presence, composed himself again, though he still approached the door.

      Lucy entered, carrying a little basket of strawberries.

      "Why, how do you do, my dear," said Mrs. Glendinning affectionately. "This is an unexpected pleasure."

      "Yes; and I suppose that Pierre here is a little surprised too; seeing that he was to call upon me this evening, and not I upon him before sundown. But I took a sudden fancy for a solitary stroll, – the afternoon was such a delicious one; and chancing – it was only chancing – to pass through the Locust Lane leading hither, I met the strangest little fellow, with this basket in his hand. – 'Yes, buy them, miss' – said he. 'And how do you know I want to buy them,' returned I, 'I don't want to buy them.' – 'Yes you do, miss; they ought to be twenty-six cents, but I'll take thirteen cents, that being my shilling. I always want the odd half cent, I do. Come, I can't wait, I have been expecting you long enough.'"

      "A very sagacious little imp," laughed Mrs. Glendinning.

      "Impertinent little rascal," cried Pierre.

      "And am I not now the silliest of all silly girls, to be telling you my adventures so very frankly," smiled Lucy.

      "No; but the most celestial of all innocents," cried Pierre, in a rhapsody of delight. "Frankly open is the flower, that hath nothing but purity to show."

      "Now, my dear little Lucy," said Mrs. Glendinning, "let Pierre take off your shawl, and come now and stay to tea with us. Pierre has put back the dinner so, the tea-hour will come now very soon."

      "Thank you; but I can not stay this time. Look, I have forgotten my own errand; I brought these strawberries for you, Mrs. Glendinning, and for Pierre; – Pierre is so wonderfully fond of them."

      "I was audacious enough to think as much," cried Pierre, "for you and me, you see, mother; for you and me, you understand that, I hope."

      "Perfectly, my dear brother."

      Lucy blushed.

      "How warm it is, Mrs. Glendinning."

      "Very warm, Lucy. So you won't stay to tea?"

      "No, I must go now; just a little stroll, that's all; good-bye! Now don't be following me, Pierre. Mrs. Glendinning, will you keep Pierre back? I know you want him; you were talking over some private affair when I entered; you both looked so very confidential."

      "And you were not very far from right, Lucy," said Mrs. Glendinning, making no sign to stay her departure.

      "Yes, business of the highest importance," said Pierre, fixing his eyes upon Lucy significantly.

      At this moment, Lucy just upon the point of her departure, was hovering near the door; the setting sun, streaming through the window, bathed her whole form in golden loveliness and light; that wonderful, and most vivid transparency of her clear Welsh complexion, now fairly glowed like rosy snow. Her flowing, white, blue-ribboned dress, fleecily invested her. Pierre almost thought that she could only depart the house by floating out of the open window, instead of actually stepping from the door. All her aspect to him, was that moment touched with an indescribable gayety, buoyancy, fragility, and an unearthly evanescence.

      Youth is no philosopher. Not into young Pierre's heart did there then come the thought, that as the glory of the rose endures but for a day, so the full bloom of girlish airiness and bewitchingness, passes from the earth almost as soon; as jealously absorbed by those frugal elements, which again incorporate that translated girlish bloom, into the first expanding flower-bud. Not into young Pierre, did there then steal that thought of utmost sadness; pondering on the inevitable evanescence of all earthly loveliness; which makes the sweetest things of life only food for ever-devouring and omnivorous melancholy. Pierre's thought was different from this, and yet somehow akin to it.

      This to be my wife? I that but the other day weighed an hundred and fifty pounds of solid avoirdupois; —I to wed this heavenly fleece? Methinks one husbandly embrace would break her airy zone, and she exhale upward to that heaven whence she hath hither come, condensed to mortal sight. It can not be; I am of heavy earth, and she of airy light. By heaven, but marriage is an impious thing!

      Meanwhile, as these things ran through his soul, Mrs. Glendinning also had thinkings of her own.

      "A very beautiful tableau," she cried, at last, artistically turning her gay head a little sideways – "very beautiful, indeed; this, I suppose is all premeditated for my entertainment. Orpheus finding his Eurydice; or Pluto stealing Proserpine. Admirable! It might almost stand for either."

      "No," said Pierre, gravely; "it is the last. Now, first I see a meaning there." Yes, he added to himself inwardly, I am Pluto stealing Proserpine; and every accepted lover is.

      "And you would be very stupid, brother Pierre, if you did not see something there," said his mother, still that way pursuing her own different train of thought. "The meaning thereof is this: Lucy has commanded me to stay you; but in reality she wants you to go along with her. Well, you may go as far as the porch; but then, you must return, for we have not concluded our little affair, you know. Adieu, little lady!"

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