Chapter 15
Christine stands at the window and looked after her. A sarcastically smile was on her face: "Well, we have done it."
"Christine, do you know where Anne is?" Suddenly Gilbert came approach to her. "I have seen that she had spoken with you, but I can't find her."
With a beaming smile Christine turned around to him, and link arms with him. "Oh, she is gone. She said she must go."
"Gone?" Confused Gilbert looked to her. "But why? And where?"
"I don't know, but this shows that an orphan have no behaviour." Christine shook her head and tried to pull him more distant.
But Gilbert stand rooted to the ground. He noticed a mad undertone in her voice and he looked earnest to Christine: "What have you speak about with her?"
"Nothing important. I have only said the truth to her. Come on; let us go to the others." Again she tried to pull him wider.
"Which truth, Christine?" his voice was threatening.
"Gil! I have only told her that you will marry me. The poor thing shouldn't have some hope longer."
Gilbert's eyes opened wide and than he looked angry: "How can you say this, Christine?"
"You wouldn't take into consideration, to marry this homely girl?" Christine said contemptuous. "I'm the wife which fit on your side. Through me and my father you will have a great career."
With a contemptuous look he draws his arm away from her: "No, Christine. I needn't anyone to help me by my career. I do it alone."
"You are foolish, Gilbert Blythe. This teacher can't take in with me. She is nothing, a nobody." Her cheeks blushing with rage and her forehead get furrows.
"No, you are wrong, Christine. You can't take it in with Anne. She had a lot ahead of you. And you could learn much from her. I love Anne and she is the one I need." Without more words he went out.
Christine foams with rage: "Go to hell, Gilbert Blythe! I will find someone who will appreciate my help." She swears low to herself.
Than she smiled and went to the other guests.
Anne was running to the small park. How could she be so naïve? It could be true that Gilbert loved her, but he wouldn't marry her. For what? Where he can marry Dr. Stuart's daughter. Who was she, Anne Shirley, compared to her? Crying she saw down in the small pavilion. How should the twist this? She loved Gilbert so much and she couldn't imagine stopping it.
"Anne?" Suddenly she heard Gilbert's questioning and requesting voice.
She looked up and saw him standing at the entrance from the pavilion. Oh, no, he shouldn't see how much he had hurt her. He shouldn't know that her heart was broken in thousand pieces. Wordlessly, she stands up and turned her back to him. Hasty she whipped the tears away from her cheeks.
"Anne," he came closer to her and touched soft her arm.
But Anne doesn't look up. Stubborn she crossed her arms and stretched her nose up in the air:
"What do you want, Mr. Blythe?" She asked earnest, not looking at him.
"I know, what Christine had told you. But."
"Miss Stuart was so kind to inform me." She interrupted him irritable. "Don't you think, you should be better by your fiancé, Dr. Blythe?"
"Anne, I'm not engaged with Christine!"
"You don't need to wriggle out. I have understood.." Again she starts to cry and she couldn't stop the tears. She tried to whip the tears away, from her face.
"Anne," Gilbert touched her shoulder and turned her to himself.
But Anne didn't look up; wordless she starred to the ground.
"Anne, this all isn't true. I will not marry Christine, and I haven't given her any hope to believe this. Sure, we had some dates together, but I have never spoken about marrying or love. I don't know, why she thinks this."
Slowly, Anne looked up. Her eyes were red from crying. "Really?" She asked low. It was only a whisper.
"There is only one, which I will marry." Gilbert grinned and takes her face in his hands. "Namely YOU! I love you, Anne. Please marry me."
He looked deep in her eyes and Anne's heart beat wildly in her chest. For a moment she says nothing, than she smiled and half crying and half laughing she answered: "Yes, Gil."
Gilbert laughed and pulled her in his arms. Than he kissed she and Anne knew everything was true. He loved her really and she loved him. They sat down in the pavilion and hold each other hands.
"Tomorrow, I must at once writing my parents, and tell them that I am engaged." Gilbert laughed suddenly.
"Oh, Gil." Anne called frightened. "We have completely forgotten your parents. What, if they don't like me? They don't know me." Despairing she looked at him.
Gilbert stroked gentle over her cheek: "Don't be worry, my Anne-girl. They will love you. How could they not? I love you and I will spend the rest of my life with you."
He bends down and kissed her. Happy, she laid her arms round his neck. Oh, how much she loved him.
Christine stands at the window and looked after her. A sarcastically smile was on her face: "Well, we have done it."
"Christine, do you know where Anne is?" Suddenly Gilbert came approach to her. "I have seen that she had spoken with you, but I can't find her."
With a beaming smile Christine turned around to him, and link arms with him. "Oh, she is gone. She said she must go."
"Gone?" Confused Gilbert looked to her. "But why? And where?"
"I don't know, but this shows that an orphan have no behaviour." Christine shook her head and tried to pull him more distant.
But Gilbert stand rooted to the ground. He noticed a mad undertone in her voice and he looked earnest to Christine: "What have you speak about with her?"
"Nothing important. I have only said the truth to her. Come on; let us go to the others." Again she tried to pull him wider.
"Which truth, Christine?" his voice was threatening.
"Gil! I have only told her that you will marry me. The poor thing shouldn't have some hope longer."
Gilbert's eyes opened wide and than he looked angry: "How can you say this, Christine?"
"You wouldn't take into consideration, to marry this homely girl?" Christine said contemptuous. "I'm the wife which fit on your side. Through me and my father you will have a great career."
With a contemptuous look he draws his arm away from her: "No, Christine. I needn't anyone to help me by my career. I do it alone."
"You are foolish, Gilbert Blythe. This teacher can't take in with me. She is nothing, a nobody." Her cheeks blushing with rage and her forehead get furrows.
"No, you are wrong, Christine. You can't take it in with Anne. She had a lot ahead of you. And you could learn much from her. I love Anne and she is the one I need." Without more words he went out.
Christine foams with rage: "Go to hell, Gilbert Blythe! I will find someone who will appreciate my help." She swears low to herself.
Than she smiled and went to the other guests.
Anne was running to the small park. How could she be so naïve? It could be true that Gilbert loved her, but he wouldn't marry her. For what? Where he can marry Dr. Stuart's daughter. Who was she, Anne Shirley, compared to her? Crying she saw down in the small pavilion. How should the twist this? She loved Gilbert so much and she couldn't imagine stopping it.
"Anne?" Suddenly she heard Gilbert's questioning and requesting voice.
She looked up and saw him standing at the entrance from the pavilion. Oh, no, he shouldn't see how much he had hurt her. He shouldn't know that her heart was broken in thousand pieces. Wordlessly, she stands up and turned her back to him. Hasty she whipped the tears away from her cheeks.
"Anne," he came closer to her and touched soft her arm.
But Anne doesn't look up. Stubborn she crossed her arms and stretched her nose up in the air:
"What do you want, Mr. Blythe?" She asked earnest, not looking at him.
"I know, what Christine had told you. But."
"Miss Stuart was so kind to inform me." She interrupted him irritable. "Don't you think, you should be better by your fiancé, Dr. Blythe?"
"Anne, I'm not engaged with Christine!"
"You don't need to wriggle out. I have understood.." Again she starts to cry and she couldn't stop the tears. She tried to whip the tears away, from her face.
"Anne," Gilbert touched her shoulder and turned her to himself.
But Anne didn't look up; wordless she starred to the ground.
"Anne, this all isn't true. I will not marry Christine, and I haven't given her any hope to believe this. Sure, we had some dates together, but I have never spoken about marrying or love. I don't know, why she thinks this."
Slowly, Anne looked up. Her eyes were red from crying. "Really?" She asked low. It was only a whisper.
"There is only one, which I will marry." Gilbert grinned and takes her face in his hands. "Namely YOU! I love you, Anne. Please marry me."
He looked deep in her eyes and Anne's heart beat wildly in her chest. For a moment she says nothing, than she smiled and half crying and half laughing she answered: "Yes, Gil."
Gilbert laughed and pulled her in his arms. Than he kissed she and Anne knew everything was true. He loved her really and she loved him. They sat down in the pavilion and hold each other hands.
"Tomorrow, I must at once writing my parents, and tell them that I am engaged." Gilbert laughed suddenly.
"Oh, Gil." Anne called frightened. "We have completely forgotten your parents. What, if they don't like me? They don't know me." Despairing she looked at him.
Gilbert stroked gentle over her cheek: "Don't be worry, my Anne-girl. They will love you. How could they not? I love you and I will spend the rest of my life with you."
He bends down and kissed her. Happy, she laid her arms round his neck. Oh, how much she loved him.
