by J. M. Barrie
CHAPTER XXVIII
BUT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MISS KITTY
The ottoman whence, as Gavinia said, Miss Ailie produced the presentsshe gave to Mr. McLean, stood near the door of the blue-and-white room,with a reel of thread between, to keep them apart forever. Except onwashing days it was of a genteel appearance, for though but a woodenkist, it had a gay outer garment with frills, which Gavinia starched,and beneath this was apparel of a private character that tied withtapes. When Miss Ailie, pins in her mouth, was on her knees arraying theottoman, it might almost have been mistaken for a female child.
The contents of the ottoman were a few trivial articles sewn or knittedby Miss Kitty during her last illness, "just to keep me out of languor,"she would explain wistfully to her sister. She never told Miss Ailiethat they were intended for any special person; on the contrary, shesaid, "Perhaps you may find someone they will be useful to," but almostwithout her knowing it they always grew into something that would beuseful to Ivie McLean.
"The remarkable thing is that they are an exact fit," the man saidabout the slippers, and Miss Ailie nodded, but she did not think itremarkable.
There were also two fluffy little bags, and Miss Ailie had to explaintheir use. "If you put your feet into them in bed," she faltered,"they--they keep you warm."
McLean turned hastily to something else, a smoking-cap. "I scarcelythink this can have been meant for me," he said; "you have forgotten howshe used to chide me for smoking."
Miss Ailie had not forgotten. "But in a way," she replied, flushing alittle, "we--that is, Kitty--could not help admiring you for smoking.There is something so--so dashing about it."
"I was little worthy all the friendship you two gave me, Ailie," he toldher humbly, and he was nearly saying something to her then that he hadmade up his mind to say. The time came a few days later. They had beenwalking together on the hill, and on their return to the Dovecot he hadinsisted, "in his old imperious way," on coming in to tea. Hearingtalking in the kitchen Miss Ailie went along the passage to discoverwhat company her maid kept; but before she reached the door, which wasajar, she turned as if she had heard something dreadful and hurriedupstairs, signing to Mr. McLean, with imploring eyes, to follow her.This at once sent him to the kitchen door.
Gavinia was alone. She was standing in the middle of the floor, withone arm crooked as if making believe that another's arm rested on it,and over her head was a little muslin window-blind, representing abride's veil. Thus she was two persons, but she was also a third, whoaddressed them in clerical tones.
"Ivie McLean," she said as solemnly as tho' she were the Rev. Mr.Dishart, "do you take this woman to be thy lawful wedded wife?" Withalmost indecent haste she answered herself, "I do."
"Alison Cray," she said next, "do you take this man to be thy lawfulwedded husband?" "I do."
Just then the door shut softly; and Gavinia ran to see who had beenlistening, with the result that she hid herself in the coal-cellar.
While she was there, Miss Ailie and Mr. McLean were sitting in theblue-and-white room very self-conscious, and Miss Ailie was speakingconfusedly of anything and everything, saying more in five minutes thanhad served for the previous hour, and always as she slackened she readan intention in his face that started her tongue upon another journey.But, "Timid Ailie," he said at last, "do you think you can talk medown?" and then she gave him a look of reproach that turnedtreacherously into one of appeal, but he had the hardihood to continue;"Ailie, do you need to be told what I want to say?"
Miss Ailie stood quite still now, a stiff, thick figure, with a soft,plain face and nervous hands. "Before you speak," she said, nervously,"I have something to tell you that--perhaps then you will not say it.
"I have always led you to believe," she began, trembling, "that I amforty-nine. I am fifty-one."
He would have spoken, but the look of appeal came back to her face,asking him to make it easier for her by saying nothing. She took a pairof spectacles from her pocket, and he divined what this meant before shespoke. "I have avoided letting you see that I need them," she said."You--men don't like--" She tried to say it all in a rush, but the wordswould not come.
"I am beginning to be a little deaf," she went on. "To deceive you aboutthat, I have sometimes answered you without really knowing what yousaid."
"Anything more, Ailie?"
"My accomplishments--they were never great, but Kitty and I thought myplaying of classical pieces--my fingers are not sufficiently pliablenow. And I--I forget so many things."
"But, Ailie--"
"Please let me tell you. I was reading a book, a story, last winter, andone of the characters, an old maid, was held up to ridicule in it formany little peculiarities that--that I recognized as my own. They hadgrown upon me without my knowing that they made me ridiculous, and nowI--I have tried, but I cannot alter them."
"Is that all, Ailie?"
"No."
The last seemed to be the hardest to say. Dusk had come on, and theycould not see each other well. She asked him to light the lamp, and hisback was toward her while he did it, wondering a little at her request.When he turned, her hands rose like cowards to hide her head, but shepulled them down. "Do you not see?" she said.
"I see that you have done something to your hair," he answered, "I likedit best the other way."
Most people would have liked it best the other way. There was still agood deal of it, but the "bun" in which it ended had gone strangelysmall. "The rest was false," said Miss Ailie, with a painful effort; "atleast, it is my own, but it came out when--when Kitty died."
She stopped, but he was silent. "That is all now," she said, softly; andshe waited for him to speak if he chose. He turned his head awaysharply, and Miss Ailie mistook his meaning. If she gave one littlesob--Well, it was but one, and then all the glory of womanhood camerushing to her aid, and it unfurled its flag over her, whispering, "Now,sweet daughter, now, strike for me," and she raised her head gallantly,and for a moment in her life the old school-mistress was a queen. "Ishall ring for tea," she said, quietly and without a tremor; "do youthink there is anything so refreshing after a walk as a dish of tea?"
She rang the bell, but its tinkle only made Gavinia secede farther intothe cellar, and that summons has not been answered to this day, and noone seems to care, for while the wires were still vibrating Mr. McLeanhad asked Miss Ailie to forgive him and marry him.
Miss Ailie said she would, but, "Oh," she cried, "ten years ago it mighthave been my Kitty. I would that it had been Kitty!"
Miss Ailie was dear to him now, and ten years is a long time, and menare vain. Mr. McLean replied, quite honestly, "I am not sure that I didnot always like you best," but that hurt her, and he had to unsay thewords.
"I was a thoughtless fool ten years ago," he said, bitterly, and MissAilie's answer came strangely from such timid lips. "Yes, you were!" sheexclaimed, passionately, and all the wrath, long pent up, with verydifferent feelings, in her gentle bosom, against the man who should haveadored her Kitty, leapt at that reproachful cry to her mouth and eyes,and so passed out of her forever.
