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"Do you think she would hesitate about answering that question? or be mistaken in the answer?"
"But what do you mean by it exactly?" said Diana.
"Don't you know?"
"I suppose I do. I know what it means to be well in body. I have been well all my life."
"How would you characterize that happy condition?"
"Why," said Diana, unused to definitions of abstractions, but following Mr. Masters' lead as people always did, gentle or simple,--"I mean, or it means, sound, and comfortable, and fit for what one has to do."
"Excellent," said the minister. "I see you understand the subject.
Cannot those things be true of soul and mind, as well as of body?"
"What is the difference between soul and mind?" said Diana.
"A clear departure!" said the minister, laughing; then gravely, "Do you read philosophy?"
"I don't know"--said Diana. "I read, or I used to read, a good many sorts of books. I haven't read much lately."
The minister gave her another keen look while she was attending to something else, and when he spoke again it was with a change of tone.
"I had a promise once that I should see those books."
"Any time," said Diana eagerly; "any time!" For it would be an easy way of entertaining him, or of getting rid of him. Either would do.
"I think I proposed a plan of exchange, which might be to the advantage of us both."
"To mine, I am sure," said Diana. "I don't know whether there can be anything you would care for among the books up-stairs; but if there should be-- Would you like to go up and look at them?"
"I should,--if it would not give you too much trouble."
It would be no trouble just to run up-stairs and show him where they were; and this Diana did, leaving him to overhaul the stock at his leisure. She came down and went on with her work.
Diana's heart was too sound and her head too clear to allow her to be more than to a certain degree distressed at not hearing from Evan. She did not doubt him more than she doubted herself; and not doubting him, things must come out all right by and by. She was restive under the present pain; at times wild with the desire to find and remove the something, whatever it was, which had come between Evan and her; for this girl's was no calm, easy-going nature, but one with depths of pa.s.sionate reserve and terrible possibilities of suffering or enjoying.
She had been calm all her life until now, because these powers and susceptibilities had been in an absolute poise; an equilibrium that nothing had shaken. Now the depths were stirred, and at times she was in a storm of impatient pain; but there came revulsions of hope and quiet lulls, when the sun almost shone again under the clearance made by faith and hope. One of these revulsions came now, after she had set the minister to work upon her books. Perhaps it was simple reaction; perhaps it was something caught from the quiet suns.h.i.+ny manner and spirit of her visitor; but at her work in the kitchen Diana grew quite calm-hearted. She fancied she had discerned somewhat of more than usual earnestness in the minister's observation of her, and she began to question whether her looks or behaviour had furnished occasion. Perhaps she had not been ready enough to talk; poor Diana knew it was often the case now; she resolved she would try to mend that when he came down.
And there was, besides, a certain lurking impatience of the bearing of his words; they had probed a little too deep, and after the manner of some morbid conditions, the probing irritated her. So by and by, when Mr. Masters came down with a brown volume in his hand, and offered to borrow it if she would let him lend her another of different colour, Diana met him and answered quite like herself, and went on--
"Mr. Masters, how can people be always well in body, mind, and spirit, as you say? I am sure people's bodies get sick without any fault of their own; and there are accidents; and just so there are troubles.
People can't help troubles, and they can't be 'well' in mind, I suppose, when they are in pain?"
"Are you sure of that?" the minister answered quietly, while he turned to the window to look at something in the volume he had brought down with him.
"Why, yes; and so are you, Mr. Masters; are you not?"
"You need to know a great deal to be sure of anything," he answered in the same tone.
"But you are certain of this, Mr. Masters?"
"I shouldn't like to expose myself to your criticism. Let us look at facts. It seems to me that David was 'well' when he could say, 'Thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.' Also the man described in another place--'He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.'"
There came a slight quiver across Diana's face, but her words were moved by another feeling.
"Those were people of the old times; I don't know anything about them.
I mean people of to-day."
"I think Paul was 'well' when he could say, 'I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.'"
"O, but that is nonsense, Mr. Masters!"
"It was Paul's experience."
"Yes, but it cannot be the experience of other people. Paul was inspired."
"To write what was true,--not what was false," said the minister, looking at her. "You don't think peace and content come by inspiration, do you?"
"I did not think about it," said Diana. "But I am sure it is impossible to be as he said."
"I never heard Paul's truth questioned before," said the minister, with a dry sort of comicality.
"No, but, Mr. Masters," said Diana, half by way of apology, "I spoke from my own experience."
"And he spoke from his."
"But, sir,--Mr. Masters,--seriously, do you think it is possible to be contented when one is in trouble?"
"Miss Diana, One greater than David or Paul said this, 'If a man love me, he will keep my words; and my Father will love him; and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him.' Where there is that indwelling, believe me, there is no trouble that can overthrow content."
"Content and pain together?" said Diana.
"Sometimes pain and very great joy."
"You are speaking of what I do not understand in the least," said Diana. And her face looked half incredulous, half sad.
"I wish you did know it," he said. No more; only those few words had a simplicity, a truth, an accent of sympathy and affection, that reached the very depth of the heart he was speaking to; as the same things from his lips had often reached other hearts. He promised to take care of the book in his hand, and presently went away, with one of the warm, frank, lingering grasps of the hand, that were also a characteristic of Basil Masters. Diana stood at the door watching him ride away. It cannot be said she was soothed by his words, and perhaps he did not mean she should be. She stood with a weary feeling of want in her heart; but she thought only of the want of Evan.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE USE OF LIVING.
It was quite according to Diana's nature, that as the winter went on, though still without news of Evan, her tumult and agony of mind quieted down into a calm and steadfast waiting. Her spirit was too healthy for suspicion, too true for doubt; and put away doubt and suspicion, what was left but the a.s.surance that there had been some accident or mistake; from the consequences of which she was suffering, no doubt, but which would all be made right, and come out clear so soon as there could be an opportunity for explanation. For that there was nothing to do but to wait a little; with the returning mild weather, Evan would be able to procure a furlough, he would be at her side, and then--nothing then but union and joy. She could wait; and even in the waiting, her healthy spirit as it were sloughed off care, and came back again to its usual placid, strong, bright condition.
So the winter went; a winter which was ever after a blank in Diana's remembrance; and the cold weather broke up into the frosts and thaws that sugar-makers love; and in such a March day it was, the word came to Mrs. Starling's house that old Squire Bowdoin was dead. The like weather never failed in after years to bring back to Diana that one day and its tidings and the strange shock they gave her.