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She belonged to him and he to her。 In her hour of supreme agony she had
no doubt of that。 He did not love Christine Stuart never had loved
Christine Stuart。 Oh； what a fool she had been not to realize what the
bond was that had held her to Gilbert to think that the flattered
fancy she had felt for Roy Gardner had been love。 And now she must pay
for her folly as for a crime。
Mrs。 Lynde and Marilla crept to her door before they went to bed；
shook their heads doubtfully at each other over the silence；
and went away。 The storm raged all night； but when the dawn came
it was spent。 Anne saw a fairy fringe of light on the skirts of
darkness。 Soon the eastern hilltops had a fire…shot ruby rim。
The clouds rolled themselves away into great； soft； white masses
on the horizon； the sky gleamed blue and silvery。 A hush fell
over the world。
Anne rose from her knees and crept downstairs。 The freshness of
the rain…wind blew against her white face as she went out into
the yard； and cooled her dry； burning eyes。 A merry rollicking
whistle was lilting up the lane。 A moment later Pacifique Buote
came in sight。
Anne's physical strength suddenly failed her。 If she had not
clutched at a low willow bough she would have fallen。 Pacifique
was George Fletcher's hired man； and George Fletcher lived
next door to the Blythes。 Mrs。 Fletcher was Gilbert's aunt。
Pacifique would know if if Pacifique would know what there
was to be known。
Pacifique strode sturdily on along the red lane； whistling。 He
did not see Anne。 She made three futile attempts to call him。
He was almost past before she succeeded in making her quivering
lips call； 〃Pacifique！〃
Pacifique turned with a grin and a cheerful good morning。
〃Pacifique；〃 said Anne faintly； 〃did you come from George
Fletcher's this morning？〃
〃Sure；〃 said Pacifique amiably。 〃I got de word las' night dat my
fader； he was seeck。 It was so stormy dat I couldn't go den； so I
start vair early dis mornin'。 I'm goin' troo de woods for short cut。〃
〃Did you hear how Gilbert Blythe was this morning？〃 Anne's
desperation drove her to the question。 Even the worst would be
more endurable than this hideous suspense。
〃He's better；〃 said Pacifique。 〃He got de turn las' night。
De doctor say he'll be all right now dis soon while。 Had close
shave； dough！ Dat boy； he jus' keel himself at college。
Well； I mus' hurry。 De old man； he'll be in hurry to see me。〃
Pacifique resumed his walk and his whistle。 Anne gazed after him
with eyes where joy was driving out the strained anguish of the night。
He was a very lank； very ragged； very homely youth。 But in her sight
he was as beautiful as those who bring good tidings on the mountains。
Never； as long as she lived； would Anne see Pacifique's brown； round；
black…eyed face without a warm remembrance of the moment when he had
given to her the oil of joy for mourning。
Long after Pacifique's gay whistle had faded into the phantom of
music and then into silence far up under the maples of Lover's
Lane Anne stood under the willows； tasting the poignant sweetness
of life when some great dread has been removed from it。 The
morning was a cup filled with mist and glamor。 In the corner
near her was a rich surprise of new…blown； crystal…dewed roses。
The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree
above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood。 A sentence
from a very old； very true； very wonderful Book came to her lips；
〃Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning。〃
XLI
Love Takes Up the Glass of Time
〃I've come up to ask you to go for one of our old…time rambles
through September woods and ‘over hills where spices grow；' this
afternoon；〃 said Gilbert； coming suddenly around the porch corner。
〃Suppose we visit Hester Gray's garden。〃
Anne； sitting on the stone step with her lap full of a pale；
filmy； green stuff； looked up rather blankly。
〃Oh； I wish I could；〃 she said slowly； 〃but I really can't；
Gilbert。 I'm going to Alice Penhallow's wedding this evening；
you know。 I've got to do something to this dress； and by
the time it's finished I'll have to get ready。 I'm so sorry。
I'd love to go。〃
〃Well； can you go tomorrow afternoon； then？〃 asked Gilbert；
apparently not much disappointed。
〃Yes； I think so。〃
〃In that case I shall hie me home at once to do something I
should otherwise have to do tomorrow。 So Alice Penhallow is
to be married tonight。 Three weddings for you in one summer；
Anne Phil's； Alice's； and Jane's。 I'll never forgive Jane
for not inviting me to her wedding。〃
〃You really can't blame her when you think of the tremendous
Andrews connection who had to be invited。 The house could hardly
hold them all。 I was only bidden by grace of being Jane's old
chum at least on Jane's part。 I think Mrs。 Harmon's motive
for inviting me was to let me see Jane's surpassing gorgeousness。〃
〃Is it true that she wore so many diamonds that you couldn't tell
where the diamonds left off and Jane began？〃
Anne laughed。
〃She certainly wore a good many。 What with all the diamonds and
white satin and tulle and lace and roses and orange blossoms；
prim little Jane was almost lost to sight。 But she was VERY
happy； and so was Mr。 Inglis and so was Mrs。 Harmon。〃
〃Is that the dress you're going to wear tonight？〃 asked Gilbert；
looking down at the fluffs and frills。
〃Yes。 Isn't it pretty？ And I shall wear starflowers in my hair。
The Haunted Wood is full of them this summer。〃
Gilbert had a sudden vision of Anne； arrayed in a frilly green gown；
with the virginal curves of arms and throat slipping out of it；
and white stars shining against the coils of her ruddy hair。
The vision made him catch his breath。 But he turned lightly away。
〃Well； I'll be up tomorrow。 Hope you'll have a nice time tonight。〃
Anne looked after him as he strode away； and sighed。 Gilbert was
friendly very friendly far too friendly。 He had come quite
often to Green Gables after his recovery； and something of their
old comradeship had returned。 But Anne no longer found it satisfying。
The rose of love made the blossom of friendship pale and scentless
by contrast。 And Anne had again begun to doubt if Gilbert now felt
anything for her but friendship。 In the common light of common
day her radiant certainty of that rapt morning had faded。 She was
haunted by a miserable fear that her mistake could never be rectified。
It was quite likely that it was Christine whom Gilbert loved after all。
Perhaps he was even engaged to her。 Anne tried to put all unsettling
hopes out of her heart； and reconcile herself to a future where work
and ambition must take the place of love。 She could do good； if not
noble； work as a teacher； and the success her little sketches were
beginning to meet with in certain editorial sanctums augured well