He really bewildered her.  “No woman would like it,” Grizel answered promptly for them all, because she would not have liked it.  “She must see that it would result only in pain to him.”

“Still——­” said Tommy.

“Oh, but how dense you are!” she said, in surprise.  “Don’t you understand that she would stop him, though it were for no better reasons than selfish ones?  Consider her shame if, in thinking it over afterwards, she saw that she might have stopped him sooner!  Why,” she cried, with a sudden smile, “it is in your book!  You say:  ’Every maiden carries secretly in her heart an idea of love so pure and sacred that, if by any act she is once false to that conception, her punishment is that she never dares to look at it again.’  And this is one of the acts you mean.”

“I had not thought of it, though,” he said humbly.  He was never prouder of Grizel than at that moment.  “If Elspeth’s outlook,” he went on, “is different——­”

“It can’t be different.”

“If it is, the fault is mine; yes, though I wrote the passage that you interpret so nobly, Grizel.  Shall I tell you,” he said gently, “what I believe is Elspeth’s outlook exactly, just now?  She knows that the doctor is attracted by her, and it gives her little thrills of exultation; but that it can be love—­she puts that question in such a low voice, as if to prevent herself hearing it.  And yet she listens, Grizel, like one who would like to know!  Elspeth is pitifully distrustful of anyone’s really loving her, and she will never admit to herself that he does until he tells her.”

“And then?”

Tommy had to droop his head.

“I see you have still no hope!” she said.

“It would be so easy to pretend I have,” he replied, with longing, “in order to cheer you for the moment.  Oh, it would even be easy to me to deceive myself; but should I do it?”

“No, no,” she said; “anything but that; I can bear anything but that,” and she shuddered.  “But we seem to be treating David cruelly.”

“I don’t think so,” he assured her.  “Men like to have these things to look back to.  But, if you want it, Grizel, I have to say only a word to Elspeth to bring it to an end.  She is as tender as she is innocent, and—­but it would be a hard task to me,” he admitted, his heart suddenly going out to Elspeth; he had never deprived her of any gratification before.  “Still, I am willing to do it.”

“No!” Grizel cried, restraining him with her hand.  “I am a coward, I suppose, but I can’t help wanting to hope for a little longer, and David won’t grudge it to me.”

It was but a very little longer that they had to wait.  Tommy, returning home one day from a walk with his old school-friend, Gav Dishart (now M.A.), found Aaron suspiciously near the parlour keyhole.

“There’s a better fire in the other end,” Aaron said, luring him into the kitchen.  So desirous was he of keeping Tommy there, fixed down on a stool, that “I’ll play you at the dambrod,” he said briskly.