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A young man thinks that he alone of mortals is impervious to love,
and so the discovery that he is in it suddenly alters his views of
his own mechanism. It is thus not unlike a rap on the funny-bone.
Did Gavin make this discovery when the Egyptian left him?
Apparently he only came to the brink of it and stood blind. He had
driven her from him for ever, and his sense of loss was so acute
that his soul cried out for the cure rather than for the name of
In time he would have realised what had happened, but time was
denied him, for just as he was starting for the mud house Babbie
saved his dignity by returning to him. It was not her custom to
fix her eyes on the ground as she walked, but she was doing so
now, and at the same time swinging the empty pans. Doubtless she
had come back for more water, in the belief that Gavin had gone.
He pronounced her name with a sense of guilt, and she looked up
surprised, or seemingly surprised, to find him still there.
"I thought you had gone away long ago," she said stiffly.
"Otherwise," asked Gavin the dejected, "you would not have come
back to the well?"
"I am very sorry. Had you waited another moment I should have been
This was said in apology, but the wilful Egyptian chose to change
"You have no right to blame me for disturbing you," she declared
"I did not. I only--"
"You could have been a mile away by this time. Nanny wanted more
Babbie scrutinised the minister sharply as she made this
statement. Surely her conscience troubled her, for on his not
answering immediately she said, "Do you presume to disbelieve me?
What could have made me return except to fill the pans again?"
"Nothing," Gavin admitted eagerly, "and I assure you--"
Babbie should have been grateful to his denseness, but it merely
set her mind at rest.
"Say anything against me you choose," she told him. "Say it as
brutally as you like, for I won't listen."
She stopped to hear his response to that, and she looked so cold
that it almost froze on Gavin's lips.
"I had no right," he said, dolefully, "to speak to you as I did."
"You had not," answered the proud Egyptian. She was looking away
from him to show that his repentance was not even interesting to
her. However, she had forgotten already not to listen.
"What business is it of mine?" asked Gavin, amazed at his late
presumption, "whether you are a gypsy or no?"
"And as for the ring--"
Here he gave her an opportunity of allowing that his curiosity
about the ring was warranted. She declined to help him, however,
and so he had to go on.
"The ring is yours," he said, "and why should you not wear it?"
"I am afraid I have a very bad temper."
He paused for a contradiction, but she nodded her head in
"And it is no wonder," he continued, "that you think me a--a
"I'm sure it is not."
"But, Babbie, I want you to know that I despise myself for my base
suspicions. No sooner did I see them than I loathed them and
myself for harbouring them. Despite this mystery, I look upon you
as a noble-hearted girl. I shall always think of you so."
This time Babbie did not reply.
"That was all I had to say," concluded Gavin, "except that I hope
you will not punish Nanny for my sins. Good-bye."
"Good-bye," said the Egyptian, who was looking at the well.
The minister's legs could not have heard him give the order to
march, for they stood waiting.
"I thought," said the Egyptian, after a moment, "that you said you
"I was only--brushing my hat," Gavin answered with dignity. "You
want me to go?"
She bowed, and this time he did set off.
"You can go if you like," she remarked now.
He turned at this.
"But you said--" he began, diffidently.
"No, I did not," she answered, with indignation.
He could see her face at last.
"You--you are crying!" he exclaimed, in bewilderment.
"Because you are so unfeeling," sobbed Babbie.
"What have I said, what have I done?" cried Gavin, in an agony of
self-contempt "Oh, that I had gone away at once!"
"That is cruel."
"To say that."
"What did I say?"
"That you wished you had gone away."
"But surely," the minister faltered, "you asked me to go."
"How can you say so?" asked the gypsy, reproachfully.
Gavin was distracted. "On my word," he said, earnestly, "I thought
you did. And now I have made you unhappy. Babbie, I wish I were
anybody but myself; I am a hopeless lout."
"Now you are unjust," said Babbie, hiding her face.
"Again? To you?"
"No, you stupid," she said, beaming on him in her most delightful
manner, "to yourself!"
She gave him both her hands impetuously, and he did not let them
go until she added:
"I am so glad that you are reasonable at last. Men are so much
more unreasonable than women, don't you think?"
"Perhaps we are," Gavin said, diplomatically.
"Of course you are. Why, every one knows that. Well, I forgive
you; only remember, you have admitted that it was all your fault?"
She was pointing her finger at him like a schoolmistress, and
Gavin hastened to answer--
"You were not to blame at all."
"I like to hear you say that," explained the representative of the
more reasonable sex, "because it was really all my fault."
"Yes, it was; but of course I could not say so until you had asked
my pardon. You must understand that?"
The representative of the less reasonable sex could not understand
it, but he agreed recklessly, and it seemed so plain to the woman
that she continued confidentially--
"I pretended that I did not want to make it up, but I did."
"Did you?" asked Gavin, elated.
"Yes, but nothing could have induced me to make the first advance.
You see why?"
"Because I was so unreasonable?" asked Gavin, doubtfully.
"Yes, and nasty. You admit you were nasty?"
"Undoubtedly, I have an evil temper. It has brought me to shame
"Oh, I don't know," said the Egyptian, charitably. "I like it. I
believe I admire bullies."
"Did I bully you?"
"I never knew such a bully. You quite frightened me."
Gavin began to be less displeased with himself.
"You are sure," inquired Babbie, "that you had no right to
question me about the ring?"
"Certain," answered Gavin.
"Then I will tell you all about it," said Babbie, "for it is
natural that you should want to know."
He looked eagerly at her, and she had become serious and sad.
"I must tell you at the same time," she said, "who I am, and then-
-then we shall never see each other any more."
"Why should you tell me?" cried Gavin, his hand rising to stop
"Because you have a right to know," she replied, now too much in
earnest to see that she was yielding a point. "I should prefer not
to tell you; yet there is nothing wrong in my secret, and it may
make you think of me kindly when I have gone away."
"Don't speak in that way, Babbie, after you have forgiven me."
"Did I hurt you? It was only because I know that you cannot trust
me while I remain a mystery. I know you would try to trust me, but
doubts would cross your mind. Yes, they would; they are the
shadows that mysteries cast. Who can believe a gypsy if the odds
are against her?"
"I can," said Gavin; but she shook her head, and so would he had
he remembered three recent sermons of his own preaching.
"I had better tell you all," she said, with an effort.
"It is my turn now to refuse to listen to you," exclaimed Gavin,
who was only a chivalrous boy. "Babbie, I should like to hear your
story, but until you want to tell it to me I will not listen to
it. I have faith in your honour, and that is sufficient."
It was boyish, but I am glad Gavin said it; and now Babbie admired
something in him that deserved admiration. His faith, no doubt,
made her a better woman.
"I admit that I would rather tell you nothing just now," she said,
gratefully. "You are sure you will never say again that you don't
"Quite sure," said Gavin, bravely. "And by-and-by you will offer
to tell me of your free will?"
"Oh, don't let us think of the future," answered Babbie. "Let us
be happy for the moment."
This had been the Egyptian's philosophy always, but it was ill-
suited for Auld Licht ministers, as one of them was presently to
"I want to make one confession, though," Babbie continued, almost
reluctantly. "When you were so nasty a little while ago, I didn't
go back to Nanny's. I stood watching you from behind a tree, and
then, for an excuse to come back, I--I poured out the water. Yes,
and I told you another lie. I really came back to admit that it
was all my fault, if I could not get you to say that it was yours.
I am so glad you gave in first."
She was very near him, and the tears had not yet dried on her
eyes. They were laughing eyes, eyes in distress, imploring eyes.
Her pale face, smiling, sad, dimpled, yet entreating forgiveness,
was the one prominent thing in the world to him just then. He
wanted to kiss her. He would have done it as soon as her eyes
rested on his, but she continued without regarding him--
"How mean that sounds! Oh, if I were a man I should wish to be
everything that I am not, and nothing that I am. I should scorn to
be a liar, I should choose to be open in all things, I should try
to fight the world honestly. But I am only a woman, and so--well,
that is the kind of man I should like to marry."
"A minister may be all these things," said Gavin, breathlessly.
"The man I could love," Babbie went on, not heeding him, almost
forgetting that he was there, "must not spend his days in idleness
as the men I know do."
"I do not."
"He must be brave, no mere worker among others, but a leader of
"All ministers are."
"Who makes his influence felt."
"And takes the side of the weak against the strong, even though
the strong be in the right."
"Always my tendency."
"A man who has a mind of his own, and having once made it up
stands to it in defiance even of--"
"Of his session."
"Of the world. He must understand me."
"And be my master."
"It is his lawful position in the house."
"He must not yield to my coaxing or tempers."
"It would be weakness."
"But compel me to do his bidding; yes, even thrash if--"
"If you won't listen to reason. Babbie," cried Gavin, "I am that
Here the inventory abruptly ended, and these two people found
themselves staring at each other, as if of a sudden they had heard
something dreadful. I do not know how long they stood thus,
motionless and horrified. I cannot tell even which stirred first.
All I know is that almost simultaneously they turned from each
other and hurried out of the wood in opposite directions.
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