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first with a review of what I deemed her shortcomings。  Not that I was
thinking of marriagebut I had imagined the future Mrs。 Paret as tall;
Maude was up to my chin: again; the hair of the fortunate lady was to be
dark; and Maude's was golden red: my ideal had esprit; lightness of
touch; the faculty of seizing just the aspect of a subject that delighted
me; and a knowledge of the world; Maude was simple; direct; and in a word
provincial。  Her provinciality; however; was negative rather than
positive; she had no disagreeable mannerisms; her voice was not nasal;
her plasticity appealed to me。  I suppose I was lost without knowing it
when I began to think of moulding her。

All of this went on at frequent intervals during the winter; and while I
was organizing the Elkington Power and Traction Company for George I
found time to dine and sup at Maude's house; and to take walks with her。
I thought I detected an incense deliciously sweet; by no means
overpowering; like the lily's; but more like the shy fragrance of the
wood flower。  I recall her kind welcomes; the faint deepening of colour
in her cheeks when she greeted me; and while I suspected that she looked
up to me she had a surprising and tantalizing self…command。

There came moments when I grew slightly alarmed; as; for instance; one
Sunday in the early spring when I was dining at the Ezra Hutchins's house
and surprised Mrs。 Hutchins's glance on me; suspecting her of seeking to
divine what manner of man I was。  I became self…conscious; I dared not
look at Maude; who sat across the table; thereafter I began to feel that
the Hutchins connection regarded me as a suitor。  I had grown intimate
with George and his wife; who did not refrain from sly allusions; and
George himself once remarked; with characteristic tact; that I was most
conscientious in my attention to the traction affair; I have reason to
believe they were even less delicate with Maude。  This was the logical
time to withdrawbut I dallied。  The experience was becoming more
engrossing;if I may so describe it;and spring was approaching。  The
stars in their courses were conspiring。  I was by no means as yet a self…
acknowledged wooer; and we discussed love in its lighter phases through
the medium of literature。  Heaven forgive me for calling it so!  About
that period; it will be remembered; a mushroom growth of volumes of a
certain kind sprang into existence; little books with 〃artistic〃 bindings
and wide margins; sweetened essays; some of them written in beautiful
English by dilettante authors for drawing…room consumption; and
collections of short stories; no doubt chiefly bought by philanderers
like myself; who were thus enabled to skate on thin ice over deep water。
It was a most delightful relationship that these helped to support; and I
fondly believed I could reach shore again whenever I chose。

There came a Sunday in early May; one of those days when the feminine
assumes a large importance。  I had been to the Hutchinses' church; and
Maude; as she sat and prayed decorously in the pew beside me; suddenly
increased in attractiveness and desirability。  Her voice was very sweet;
and I felt a delicious and languorous thrill which I identified not only
with love; but also with a reviving spirituality。  How often the two seem
to go hand in hand!

She wore a dress of a filmy material; mauve; with a design in gold thread
running through it。  Of late; it seemed; she had had more new dresses:
and their modes seemed more cosmopolitan; at least to the masculine eye。
How delicately her hair grew; in little; shining wisps; around her white
neck!  I could have reached out my hand and touched her。  And it was this
desire;although by no means overwhelming;that startled me。  Did I
really want her?  The consideration of this vital question occupied the
whole time of the sermon; made me distrait at dinner;a large family
gathering。  Later I found myself alone with heron a bench in the
Hutchinses' garden where we had walked the day of my arrival; during the
campaign。

The gardens were very different; now。  The trees had burst forth again
into leaf; the spiraea bushes seemed weighted down with snow; and with a
note like that of the quivering bass string of a 'cello the bees hummed
among the fruit blossoms。  And there beside me in her filmy dress was
Maude; a part of it allthe meaning of all that set my being clamouring。
She was like some ripened; delicious flower ready to be picked。。。。  One
of those pernicious; make…believe volumes had fallen on the bench between
us; for I could not read any more; I could not think; I touched her hand;
and when she drew it gently away I glanced at her。  Reason made a valiant
but hopeless effort to assert itself。  Was I sure that I wanted herfor
life?  No use!  I wanted her now; no matter what price that future might
demand。  An awkward silence fell between usawkward to me; at leastand
I; her guide and mentor; became banal; apologetic; confused。  I made some
idiotic remark about being together in the Garden of Eden。

〃I remember Mr。 Doddridge saying in Bible class that it was supposed to
be on the Euphrates;〃 she replied。  〃But it's been destroyed by the
flood。〃

〃Let's make anotherone of our own;〃 I suggested。

〃Why; how silly you are this afternoon。〃

〃What's to prevent usMaude?〃 I demanded; with a dry throat。

〃Nonsense!〃 she laughed。  In proportion as I lost poise she seemed to
gain it。

〃It's not nonsense;〃 I faltered。  〃If we were married。〃

At last the fateful words were pronouncedirrevocably。  And; instead of
qualms; I felt nothing but relief; joy that I had been swept along by the
flood of feeling。  She did not look at me; but gazed straight ahead of
her。

〃If I love you; Maude?〃 I stammered; after a moment。

〃But I don't love you;〃 she replied; steadily。

Never in my life had I been so utterly taken aback。

〃Do you mean;〃 I managed to say; 〃that after all these months you don't
like me a little?〃

〃‘Liking' isn't loving。〃  She looked me full in the face。  〃I like you
very much。〃

〃But〃 there I stopped; paralyzed by what appeared to me the
quintessence of feminine inconsistency and caprice。  Yet; as I stared at
her; she certainly did not appear capricious。  It is not too much to say
that I was fairly astounded at this evidence of self…command and
decision; of the strength of mind to refuse me。  Was it possible that
she had felt nothing and I all?  I got to my feet。

〃I hate to hurt your feelings;〃 I heard her say。  〃I'm very sorry。〃。。。
She looked up at me。  Afterwards; when reflecting on the scene; I seemed
to remember that there were tears in her eyes。  I was not in a condition
to appreciate her splendid sincerity。  I was overwhelmed and
inarticulate。  I left her there; on the bench; and went back to George's;
announcing my intention of taking the five o'clock train。。。。

Maude Hutchins had become; at a stroke; the most desirable of women。  I
have often wondered how I should have felt on that five…hour journey back
to the city if she had fallen into my arms!  I should have persuaded
myself; no doubt; that I had not done a foolish thing in yielding to an
impulse and proposing to an inexperienced and provincial young woman; yet
there would have been regrets in the background。  Too deeply chagrined to
see any humour in the situation; I settled down in a Pullman seat and
went over and over again the event of that afternoon until the train
reached the city。

As the days wore on; and I attended to my cases; I thought of Maude a
great deal; and in those moments when the pressure of business was
relaxed; she obsessed me。  She must love me;only she did not realize
it。  That was the secret!  Her value had risen amazingly; become supreme;
the very act of refusing me had emphasized her qualifications as a wife;
and I now desired her with all the intensity of a nature which had been
permitted always to achieve its objects。  The inevitable process of
idealization began。  In dusty offices I recalled her freshness as she had
sat beside me in the garden;the freshness of a flower; with Berkeleyan
subjectivism I clothed the flower with colour; bestowed it with
fragrance。  I conferred 

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