"Yea, Gibbie," she said, "I would.I thought it was understood between us, ever since that day you found me on Glashgar.In my thoughts I have been yours all the time."She turned her face to the lamp-post.But Gibbie made her look.
"You do not mean," he spelled very hurriedly, "that you would marry me?--Me? I never dreamed of such a thing!""You didn't mean it then!" said Ginevra, with a cry--bitter but feeble with despair and ending in a stifled shriek."What have Ibeen saying then! I thought I belonged to you! I thought you meant to take me all the time!" She burst into an agony of sobbing."Oh me! me! I have been alone all the time, and did not know it!"She sank on the pavement at the foot of the lamp-post, weeping sorely, and shaken with her sobs.Gibbie was in sad perplexity.
Heaven had opened before his gaze; its colours filled his eyes; its sounds filled his ears and heart and brain; but the portress was busy crying and would not open the door.Neither could he get at her to comfort her, for, her eyes being wanted to cry with, his poor signs were of no use.Dumbness is a drawback to the gift of consolation.
It was a calm night early in March, clear overhead, and the heaven full of stars.The first faint think-odour of spring was in the air.A crescent moon hung half-way between the zenith and the horizon, clear as silver in firelight, and peaceful in the consciousness that not much was required of her yet.Both bareheaded, the one stood under the lamp, the other had fallen in a heap at its foot; the one was in the seventh paradise, and knew it;the other was weeping her heart out, yet was in the same paradise, if she would but have opened her eyes.Gibbie held one of her hands and stroked it.Then he pulled off his coat and laid it softly upon her.She grew a little quieter.
"Take me home, Gibbie," she said, in a gentle voice.All was over;there was no use in crying or even in thinking any more.
Gibbie put his arms round her, and helped her to her feet.She looked at him, and saw a face glorious with bliss.Never, not even on Glashgar, in the skin-coat of the beast-boy, had she seen him so like an angel.And in his eyes was that which triumphed, not over dumbness, but over speech.It brought the rose-fire rushing into her wan cheeks; she hid her face on his bosom; and, under the dingy red flame of the lamp in the stony street, they held each other, as blessed as if they had been under an orange tree haunted with fire-flies.For they knew each the heart of the other, and God is infinite.
How long they stood thus, neither of them knew.The lady would not have spoken if she could, and the youth could not if he would.But the lady shivered, and because she shivered, she would have the youth take his coat.He mocked at cold; made her put her arms in the sleeves, and buttoned it round her: both laughed to see how wide it was.Then he took her by the hand, and led her away, obedient as when first he found her and her heart upon Glashgar.Like two children, holding each other fast, they hurried along, in dread of pursuit.He brought her to Daur-street, and gave her into Mrs.
Sclater's arms.Ginevra told her everything except that her father had struck her, and Gibbie begged her to keep his wife for him till they could be married.Mrs.Sclater behaved like a mother to them, sent Gibbie away, and Ginevra to a hot bath and to bed.
