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"Can the work be done without you?"
"Yes."
He waited a bit. The new things at work in Lois's mind made the newexpression of manner and feature a most delicious study to him. She hada little difficulty in speaking, and he was still and watched her.
"I am afraid to talk about it," she said at length,
"Why?"
"I should like it so much!" —
"Therefore you doubt?"
"Yes. I am afraid of listening just to my own pleasure."
"You shall not," said he, laughing. "Listen to mine. I want to see youreyes open at the Jung Frau, and Mont Blanc."
"My eyes open easily at anything," said Lois, yielding to thelaugh; – "they are such ignorant eyes."
"Very wise eyes, on the contrary! for they know a thing when they seeit."
"But they have seen so little," said Lois, finding it impossible to getback to a serious demeanour.
"That sole defect in your character, I propose to cure."
"Ah, do not praise me!"
"Why not? I used to rejoice in the remembrance that you were not anangel but human. Do you know the old lines? —
'A creature not too bright and good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.'
Only 'wiles' you never descend to; 'blame' is not to be thought of; ifyou forbid praise, what is left to me but the rest of it?"
And truly, what with laughter and some other emotions, tears were notfar from Lois's eyes; and how could the kisses be wanting?
"I never heard you talk so before!" she managed to say.
"I have only begun."
"Please come back to order, and sobriety."
"Sobriety is not in order, as your want of it shows."
"Then come back to Switzerland."
"Ah! – I want you to go up the AEggischhorn, and to stand on the Görner
Grät, and to cross a pass or two; and I want you to see the flowers."
"Are there so many?"
"More than on a western prairie in spring. Most people travel inSwitzerland later in the season, and so miss the flowers. You must notmiss them."
"What flowers are they?"
"A very great many kinds. I remember the gentians, and theforget-me-nots; but the profusion is wonderful, and exceedingly rich.They grow just at the edge of the snow, some of them. Then we willlinger a while at Zermatt and Chamounix, and a mountain pension hereand there, and so slowly work our way over into Italy. It will be toolate for Rome; but we will go, if you like it, to Venice; and then, asthe heats grow greater, get back into the Tyrol."
"O, Mrs. Barclay had beautiful views from the Tyrol; a few, but verybeautiful."
"How do you like my programme?"
"You have not mentioned glaciers."
"Are you' interested in glaciers?"
"Very much."
"You shall see as much of them as you can see safely from terra firma."
"Are they so dangerous?"
"Sometimes."
"But you have crossed them, have you not?"
"Times enough to make me scruple about your doing it."
"I am very sure-footed."
He kissed her hand, and inquired again what she thought of hisprogramme.
"There is no fault to be found with the programme. But – "
"If I add to it the crossing of a glacier?"
"No, no," said Lois, laughing; "do you think I am so insatiable? But – "
"Would you like it all, my darling?"
"Like it? Don't speak of liking," she said, with a quick breath ofexcitement. "But – "
"Well? But – what?"
"We are not going to live to ourselves?" She said it a little anxiouslyand eagerly, almost pleadingly.
"I do not mean it," he answered her, with a smile. "But as to thisjourney my mind is entirely clear. It will take but a few months. Andwhile we are wandering over the mountains, you and I will take ourBibles and study them and our work together. We can study where we stopto rest and where we stop to eat; I know by experience what good timesand places those are for other reading; and they cannot be so good forany as for this."
"Yes."
He waited a bit. The new things at work in Lois's mind made the newexpression of manner and feature a most delicious study to him. She hada little difficulty in speaking, and he was still and watched her.
"I am afraid to talk about it," she said at length,
"Why?"
"I should like it so much!" —
"Therefore you doubt?"
"Yes. I am afraid of listening just to my own pleasure."
"You shall not," said he, laughing. "Listen to mine. I want to see youreyes open at the Jung Frau, and Mont Blanc."
"My eyes open easily at anything," said Lois, yielding to thelaugh; – "they are such ignorant eyes."
"Very wise eyes, on the contrary! for they know a thing when they seeit."
"But they have seen so little," said Lois, finding it impossible to getback to a serious demeanour.
"That sole defect in your character, I propose to cure."
"Ah, do not praise me!"
"Why not? I used to rejoice in the remembrance that you were not anangel but human. Do you know the old lines? —
'A creature not too bright and good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.'
Only 'wiles' you never descend to; 'blame' is not to be thought of; ifyou forbid praise, what is left to me but the rest of it?"
And truly, what with laughter and some other emotions, tears were notfar from Lois's eyes; and how could the kisses be wanting?
"I never heard you talk so before!" she managed to say.
"I have only begun."
"Please come back to order, and sobriety."
"Sobriety is not in order, as your want of it shows."
"Then come back to Switzerland."
"Ah! – I want you to go up the AEggischhorn, and to stand on the Görner
Grät, and to cross a pass or two; and I want you to see the flowers."
"Are there so many?"
"More than on a western prairie in spring. Most people travel inSwitzerland later in the season, and so miss the flowers. You must notmiss them."
"What flowers are they?"
"A very great many kinds. I remember the gentians, and theforget-me-nots; but the profusion is wonderful, and exceedingly rich.They grow just at the edge of the snow, some of them. Then we willlinger a while at Zermatt and Chamounix, and a mountain pension hereand there, and so slowly work our way over into Italy. It will be toolate for Rome; but we will go, if you like it, to Venice; and then, asthe heats grow greater, get back into the Tyrol."
"O, Mrs. Barclay had beautiful views from the Tyrol; a few, but verybeautiful."
"How do you like my programme?"
"You have not mentioned glaciers."
"Are you' interested in glaciers?"
"Very much."
"You shall see as much of them as you can see safely from terra firma."
"Are they so dangerous?"
"Sometimes."
"But you have crossed them, have you not?"
"Times enough to make me scruple about your doing it."
"I am very sure-footed."
He kissed her hand, and inquired again what she thought of hisprogramme.
"There is no fault to be found with the programme. But – "
"If I add to it the crossing of a glacier?"
"No, no," said Lois, laughing; "do you think I am so insatiable? But – "
"Would you like it all, my darling?"
"Like it? Don't speak of liking," she said, with a quick breath ofexcitement. "But – "
"Well? But – what?"
"We are not going to live to ourselves?" She said it a little anxiouslyand eagerly, almost pleadingly.
"I do not mean it," he answered her, with a smile. "But as to thisjourney my mind is entirely clear. It will take but a few months. Andwhile we are wandering over the mountains, you and I will take ourBibles and study them and our work together. We can study where we stopto rest and where we stop to eat; I know by experience what good timesand places those are for other reading; and they cannot be so good forany as for this."
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