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There was something in her face that startled him--that woman's character had a depth and strength which he had not dreamed of until then. It was not his habit to evade or equivocate much, but now he saw the necessity.
"I haven't said that, and did not mean it, my sparrow-hawk. How could I?"
"Then, what did you say?--what did you mean?"
"Nothing, except that it was a great folly--but a very pleasant one--when we got married in that private way. It would have been better to have waited."
"But it was you that urged me."
"To the marriage, but not the secrecy, that was your own doings entirely, Kate. I wanted you to go at once and live with the old folks, while I went this voyage, but you begged and pleaded to stay with your mother, and what could I do but consent. Of course, as my wife, you must have lived with my family, so you preferred secrecy and your mother. It was a foolish arrangement altogether."
"My poor mother was so sad and lonely then, I could not bear to leave her; besides, I did not dare tell her about it while she was in poor health--she would have taken on dreadfully--for somehow----"
"Yes, I know she hated me."
"No, not that; but mother has strange prejudices."
"I should think she had. I have not forgotten her forbidding me the house; but for that----"
"What were you saying, Nelson? your voice is very husky."
"I was saying that we should not have been led into the weakness of this concealment if she had been more reasonable."
"Well, if it was a weakness or a sin I have suffered for it keenly enough, Nelson. While my mother had those hard feelings I could not tell her. Oh, Nelson, it seemed as if I should die when the time for your return came and we heard nothing of the brig. If you had been lost, what would have become of me? No one would have believed that I had ever been married, no matter what I had said."
"But you had the certificate?"
"Yes, but the people here don't understand those things. They're used to a publishment and all that. They never would see the difference between Connecticut and York State. Then, if they had sent to my uncle he knew nothing about it, you remember, and could not have helped me. Besides, I didn't even know where to find the people that stood up with us."
"Why, child, all these fears are nonsense. The certificate is enough."
"But it's all of no consequence now. You are here and we can speak out.
It isn't like a poor girl being all alone without knowing any thing of the law."
CHAPTER XVII.
JEALOUS PANGS REGARDING MRS. MASON.
Thrasher sat with his hands clasped over one knee, looking thoughtfully on the ground as she spoke. Katharine had nestled close to his side, and was looking wistfully into his face.
"There isn't any trouble now, Nelson. Mother may be angry for awhile, but it won't be forever."
"I was thinking," said Thrasher, with his eyes resolutely fixed on the ground, "I was thinking that, as it had gone so far, we had better put off telling about it till after my next trip."
Katharine turned white, and suddenly shrank away from him. He did not seem to notice it, but went on in the same even voice.
"It will not be long--not more than two or three months at the most."
Katharine held her breath and listened, but sobs were gathering thick and heavy in her bosom.
"Three months!--three months! Oh, Nelson!" and now the sobs broke forth with painful violence.
"It may be less than that--I will get the shortest voyage that can be found. But for the s.h.i.+pwreck this might not have been so necessary; as it is, one must have a little money to go to housekeeping with. You wouldn't have me ask my father for that?"
"No, no. Besides, what would mother do without me just now--with this dreadful news to bear up against?" cried Katharine, hus.h.i.+ng her sobs.
"I was sure you would see the whole thing in this sensible way, dear."
Katharine wiped her eyes and made a miserable effort to smile.
"Yes, I suppose it is best. But what if something happens to keep you away longer?--I should die! I should die!"
"But nothing can happen. If it should--that is, if I do not come back in three months at the furthest--take your certificate, go up to my mother, show it to her, and tell the old folks to take care of you for my sake; for after that, you may consider yourself a widow!"
"A widow?"
"Yes, beyond a doubt; for if I do not come back in three months, be sure that nothing but death keeps me!"
"Don't! don't!" cried the poor wife, lifting her hands as if to ward off a blow.
"Well, well; there's nothing so dreadful about all this. One would think, by that face, you saw me in the water now, with a stone at my feet."
Again Katharine held up her hands and shut her eyes. The picture was too dreadful.
Spite of himself, Thrasher was touched by this evidence of affection; he changed his position, and stole his arm around her waist.
"There, now, we have settled all this terrible business, and can talk of brighter things," he said, caressingly. "Have you seen much of the old people since I went away?"
"I had no heart to go there often; but sometimes I saw your father at the gate. He always stopped if I was there when he rode by; and when mother was sick, Mrs. Thrasher always came."
"Dear old lady!" said Thrasher, with emotion. "When was she ever away when help could be given? Under all circ.u.mstances she will be good to you, wife or widow."
"Don't use that word widow; it makes me cold."
"Yet it is sometimes a pleasant word," said Thrasher, forgetting her presence in thoughts of another.
"A pleasant word, Nelson?"
"Pleasant!-did I say so? How strange that one's tongue will make such blunders."
Katharine was thoughtful for a moment. Something in her husband's manner brought back the feelings she had experienced at Mrs. Mason's house the night before. Vague spasms of jealousy, that culminated in a sharp pang when she remembered that the beautiful woman who had almost taunted her, was a widow now.
"Nelson," she said, awaking from her grief, for there was something of indignation mingled with it now, "last night I was at Mrs. Mason's."
"Indeed? Have you visited her often?"