Where The Heart Is
by
“Of course, I know that a quiet, well-meanin’ fool like myself hasn’t much of a chance with women, but I just thought I’d give you the opportunity of refusin’ me, and then we should know where we were.”
It was leisurely uttered, and without any hint of agitation. The speaker was lying on his back at the end of a long, green lawn. His hat was over the upper part of his face, leaving only his mouth visible. It was a singularly kindly mouth. Some critics called it weak, though there was no sign of nervousness about it. The clean lips made their statement without faltering, and without apparent effort, and, having spoken, relaxed into a faint smile that was pleasantly devoid of self-consciousness.
The girl at whose side he lay listened with a slight frown between her eyes. She was quivering inwardly with embarrassment, but she would have died sooner than have betrayed it. The shyest child found it hard to be shy with Tots Waring. His full name was Tottenham, but nobody dreamed of using it. From his cradle onwards he had been Tots to all who knew him. His proposal was followed by a very decided pause. Then, still frowning, the girl spoke.
“Is it a joke?”
“Never made a joke in my life,” said Tots.
“Then why don’t you do it properly?”
There was a decided touch of irritation in the question. The girl was leaning slightly forward, her hands clasped round her knee. Her black brows looked decidedly uncompromising, and there was a faintly contemptuous twist about her upper lip.
“Don’t be vexed!” pleaded Tots. “I suppose you know by experience how these things are managed, but I don’t. You see, it’s my first attempt.”
Unwillingly, as it were in spite of itself, the contemptuous curve became a very small smile. The girl’s dark eyes dwelt for several seconds upon that portion of her suitor’s countenance that was visible under the linen hat. There was a wonderful serenity about the mouth and chin she studied. They did not look in the least as if their owner were taking either himself or her seriously. Her own lips tightened a little, and a sudden gleam shot up behind her black lashes–a gleam that had in it an elusive glint of malice. She suffered her eyes to pass beyond him and to rest upon a distant line of firs. The man stretched out beside her remained motionless.
“Why,” she said at last, with slight hesitation, “should you take it for granted that I should refuse you?”
“Eh?” said Tots. He stirred languidly, and removed the hat from his face, but he still maintained his easy attitude. He had heavy-lidded eyes, upon the colour of which most people disagreed–eyes that never appeared critical, and yet were somehow not wholly in keeping with the kindly, half-whimsical mouth. “I’m not takin’ it for granted,” he said. “I only think it likely. You see, all I have to go upon is this: Every one hereabouts is gettin’ married or engaged, except you and me. That, of course, is all right for them, but it isn’t precisely excitin’ for us. I thought it might be more fun for both of us if we did the same. At least, I thought I’d find out your opinion about it, and act accordin’ly. If we don’t see alike about it, of course, there’s no more to be said. We’ll just go on as we were before, and hope that somethin’ else nice will turn up soon.”
“To relieve our mutual boredom!” The girl’s laugh sounded rather hard. “Don’t you think,” she asked, after a moment, “that we should bore each other even worse if we got engaged?”
“Oh, I don’t know!” Tots laughed too–an easy, tolerant laugh. “Could but try, eh?” he suggested. “I’m tired of this everlastin’ lookin’ on.”
“So am I–horribly tired.” The girl rose suddenly, with a movement curiously vehement.