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love you。 I wonder if you will ever know how much！〃
The moments lengthened into hours； and she gently reminded me that it was
late。 The lights in the little farmhouses near by had long been
extinguished。 I pleaded to linger； I wanted her； more of her； all of her
with a fierce desire that drowned rational thought； and I feared that
something might still come between us； and cheat me of her。
〃No； no；〃 she cried； with fear in her voice。 〃We shall have to think it
out very carefullywhat we must do。 We can't afford to make any
mistakes。〃
〃We'll talk it all over to…morrow；〃 I said。
With a last； reluctant embrace I finally left her； walked blindly to
where the motor car was standing； and started the engine。 I looked back。
Outlined in the light of the doorway I saw her figure in what seemed an
attitude of supplication。。。。
I drove cityward through the rain； mechanically taking the familiar turns
in the road； barely missing a man in a buggy at a four…corners。 He
shouted after me； but the world to which he belonged didn't exist。 I
lived again those moments that had followed Nancy's surrender； seeking to
recall and fix in my mind every word that had escaped from her lipsthe
trivial things that to lovers are so fraught with meaning。 I lived it
all over again； as I say； but the reflection of it； though intensely
emotional； differed from the reality in that now I was somewhat able to
regard the thing； to regard myself； objectively； to define certain
feelings that had flitted in filmy fashion through my consciousness；
delicate shadows I recognized at the time as related to sadness。 When
she had so amazingly yielded； the thought for which my mind had been
vaguely groping was that the woman who lay there in my arms； obscured by
the darkness； was not Nancy at all！ It was as if this one precious woman
I had so desperately pursued had； in the capture； lost her identity； had
mysteriously become just woman； in all her significance； yes； and
helplessness。 The particular had merged （inevitably； I might have known）
into the general： the temporary had become the lasting； with a chain of
consequences vaguely implied that even in my joy gave me pause。 For the
first time in my life I had a glimpse of what marriage might mean；
marriage in a greater sense than I had ever conceived it； a sort of
cosmic sense； implying obligations transcending promises and contracts；
calling for greatness of soul of a kind I had not hitherto imagined。 Was
there in me a grain of doubt of my ability to respond to such a high
call？ I began to perceive that such a union as we contemplated involved
more obligations than one not opposed to traditional views of morality。
I fortified myself； however；if indeed I really needed fortification in
a mood prevailingly triumphant and exalted；with the thought that this
love was different； the real thing； the love of maturity steeped in the
ideals of youth。 Here was a love for which I must be prepared to
renounce other things on which I set a high value； prepared； in case the
world； for some reason； should not look upon us with kindliness。 It was
curious that such reflections as these should have been delayed until
after the achievement of my absorbing desire； more curious that they
should have followed so closely on the heels of it。 The affair had
shifted suddenly from a basis of adventure； of uncertainty； to one of
fact； of commitment； I am exaggerating my concern in order to define it；
I was able to persuade myself without much difficulty that these little；
cloudy currents in the stream of my joy were due to a natural reaction
from the tremendous strain of the past weeks； mere morbid fancies。
When at length I reached my room at the Club I sat looking out at the
rain falling on the shining pavements under the arc…lights。 Though waves
of heat caused by some sudden recollection or impatient longing still ran
through my body； a saner joy of anticipation was succeeding emotional
tumult； and I reflected that Nancy had been right in insisting that we
walk circumspectly in spite of passion。 After all； I had outwitted
circumstance； I had gained the prize； I could afford to wait a little。
We should talk it over to…morrow；no； to…day。 The luminous face of the
city hall clock reminded me that midnight was long past。。。。
I awoke with the consciousness of a new joy； suddenly to identify it with
Nancy。 She was mine！ I kept repeating it as I dressed； summoning her；
not as she had lain in my arms in the darknessthough the intoxicating
sweetness of that pervaded mebut as she had been before the
completeness of her surrender； dainty； surrounded by things expressing an
elusive； uniquely feminine personality。 I could afford to smile at the
weather； at the obsidian sky； at the rain still falling persistently； and
yet； as I ate my breakfast； I felt a certain impatience to verify what I
knew was a certainty； and hurried to the telephone booth。 I resented the
instrument； its possibilities of betrayal； her voice sounded so matter…
of…fact as she bade me good morning and deplored the rain。
〃I'll be out as soon as I can get away；〃 I said。 〃I have a meeting at
three； but it should be over at four。〃 And then I added irresistibly：
〃Nancy； you're not sorry？ Youyou still？〃
〃Yes； don't be foolish；〃 I heard her reply； and this time the telephone
did not completely disguise the note for which I strained。 I said
something more； but the circuit was closed。。。。
I shall not attempt to recount the details of our intercourse during the
week that followed。 There were moments of stress and strain when it
seemed to me that we could not wait； moments that strengthened Nancy's
resolution to leave immediately for the East： there were other； calmer
periods when the wisdom of her going appealed to me； since our ultimate
union would be hastened thereby。 We overcame by degrees the
distastefulness of the discussion of ways and means。。。。 We spent an
unforgettable Sunday among the distant high hills； beside a little lake
of our own discovery； its glinting waters sapphire and chrysoprase。 A
grassy wood road； at the inviting entrance to which we left the
automobile； led down through an undergrowth of laurel to a pebbly shore；
and there we lunched； there we lingered through the long summer
afternoon； Nancy with her back against a tree； I with my head in her lap
gazing up at filmy clouds drifting imperceptibly across the sky；
listening to the droning notes of the bees； notes that sometimes rose in
a sharp crescendo； and again were suddenly hushed。 The smell of the
wood…mould mingled with the fainter scents of wild flowers。 She had
brought along a volume by a modern poet： the verses； as Nancy read them；
moved me；they were filled with a new faith to which my being responded；
the faith of the forth…farer； not the faith of the anchor； but of the
sail。 I repeated some of the lines as indications of a creed to which I
had long been trying to convert her； though lacking the expression。 She
had let the book fall on the grass。 I remember how she smiled down at me
with the wisdom of the ages in her eyes； seeking my hand with a gesture
that was almost matern