Patty, said Tom again.
What is it, Thomas? said she, in a trembling voice, and without raising her head.
Tom was picking nervously at the rough bark upon the fence-rail near to him, but he was looking at Patty.
Thee knows why I have been coming to see thee all this time, doesnt thee, Patty?
No, whispered Patty.
Thee doesnt know?
No.
It seemed to Tom as though the beating of his heart would smother him: Because, because I love thee, Patty, said he.
Pattys head sunk lower and lower, but she neither moved nor spoke.
Then Tom said again, I love thee, Patty.
He waited for a while and then he said: Wont thee speak to me, Patty?
What does thee want me to say? whispered she.
Does thee love me?
Silence.
Does thee love me?
Tom was standing very close to her as he spoke; when she answered it was hardly above her breath, but low as the whisper was he caught it
Yes.
Ah me! those days have gone by now, and I am an old man of four score years and more, but even yet my old heart thrills at the remembrance of this that I here write. Manifold troubles and griefs have fallen upon me betwixt then and now; yet, I can say, when one speaks to me of the weariness of this world and of the emptiness of things within it, Surely, life is a pleasant thing, when it holds such joys in store for us as this, the bliss of loving and of being loved.
Half an hour afterward, Tom was walking down the road toward the old mill-house, and in his hand he held the hand of his darling his first love and life was very beautiful to him.
CHAPTER III
NOW, although the good people of Eastcaster were very glad to welcome Tom Granger home again whenever he returned from a cruise, at the same time they looked upon him with a certain wariness, or shyness, for they could not but feel that he was not quite one of themselves.
Now-a-days one sees all kinds of strange people; the railroad brings them, young men who sell dry-goods, books and what not. They have traveled all over the country and have, or think that they have, a world more of knowledge about things in general than other people who are old enough to be their fathers father. Such an one I saw this morning, who beat me three games of chequers, which, I own, did vex me; though any one might have done the same, for I was thinking of other things at the time, and my mind was not fixed upon the run of the game. One sees plenty of such people now-a-days, I say, but in the old times it was different, and few strangers came to Eastcaster, so that but little was known of the outside world. The good people liked well enough to hear Tom tell of the many out-of-the-way things that had happened to him during his knocking about in the world; at the same time there was always a feeling amongst them that he was different from themselves. Tom knew that they felt this way, and it made him more shy of going amongst his fathers neighbors than he would otherwise have been. Nothing makes a man withdraw within himself as much as the thought that those about him neither understand him nor care to understand him. So it came about that Elihu Penrose was not very much pleased with that which had passed between Tom Granger and his daughter.
As Tom and Patty walked home hand in hand, hardly a word was said betwixt them. When they came to the gate in front of the mill-house they saw that Elihu was not on the porch.
Ill go in and speak to thy father now, Patty, said Tom.
Oh, Tom! Will it have to be so soon? said Patty, in a half-frightened voice.
The sooner spoken, the sooner over, said Tom, somewhat grimly, for the task was not a pleasant one to do, as those who have passed through the same can tell if they choose.
So Tom went into the house, and Patty sat down on a chair on the porch to wait for his coming out again.
Tom looked in through the half-open door of the dining-room and saw Elihu sitting in his cushioned rocking-chair in front of the smouldering fire, rocking and smoking the while.
May I come in? said Tom, standing uncertainly at the door.
Yes; come in, said Elihu, without moving.
I have something to tell thee, said Tom.
Sit down, said Elihu.
Tom would rather have stood up, for he felt easier upon his feet; nevertheless, he sat down as he was bidden, leaning his elbows on his knees and gazing into the crown of his hat, which he held in his hand and turned about this way and that.
Old Elihu Penroses eyebrows were bushy and thick, and, like his hair, were as white as though he had been in the mill of time, and a part of the flour had fallen upon him. When he was arguing upon religion or politics, and was about to ask some keen question that was likely to trip up the wits of the one with whom he was talking, he had a way of drawing these thick eyebrows together, until he had hidden all of his eyes but the grey twinkle within them. Though Tom did not raise his head, he felt that the old man drew his eyebrows together just in this manner, as he looked upon him where he sat.
Not a word was spoken for some time, and the only sounds that broke the stillness of the room was the regular creak, creak of the rocker of the chair on which Elihu sat, and the sharp and deliberate tick, tack of the tall, old eight-day clock in the entry.
Old Elihu broke the silence; he blew a thin thread of smoke toward the chimney, and then he said: What is it thee wants to say to me Thomas? And yet, I have a notion that he knew very well what it was that Tom was going to tell him.
Then Tom looked up and gazed straight into the grey twinkle of Elihus eyes, hidden beneath their overhanging brows. I I love thy daughter, said he, and shes promised to be my wife.
Elihu looked at Tom as though he would bore him through and through with the keenness of his gaze, and Tom looked steadfastly back again at him. He felt that Elihu was trying to look him down, and he drew upon all of his strength of spirit not to let his eyes waver for a moment. At last Elihu arose from his chair and knocked the ashes out his pipe into the fire-place.
Then Tom stood up too, for he was not going to give the other the advantage that a standing man has in a talk over one that is seated.
Thomas, began Elihu, breaking the silence again, and he thrust his hand into his breeches pocket, and began rattling the coppers therein.
Well? said Tom.
I take it thees a reasonable man; at least, thee ought to be, after all the knocking around that thees done.
This did not sound very promising for the talk that was to come. I hope Im a reasonable man, said Tom.
Then Ill speak to thee plainly, and without any beating about the bush; Im sorry to hear of this, and I wish that it might have been otherwise.
Why?
I should think that thee might know why, without putting me to the pains of telling thee. Were a plain folk hereabouts, and the sons followed in his fathers steps for a hundred and fifty years and more. I suppose that its an old-fashioned way that we have, but I like it. Id rather that my daughter had chosen a man that had been contented with the ways of his father, and one that I had seen grow up under my eye, and that I might know that I could rely upon. Ive seen little or nothing of thee, since thee ran away to sea, ten or twelve years ago.
I dont see why that should weigh against me.
Dont thee?
No. My trade isnt farming, to be sure, but such as it is, I work steadily at it. Im sober; I dont drink, and I trust that Im no worse than most men of my age.