Part 7 (1/2)

”Chopping down trees for sawmills, or something of the kind. The man said Geoffrey had evidently been what they call 'up against it' until lately when he seems to have got upon his feet. It will probably convince you that you were perfectly right in not marrying him.”

This time Millicent laughed. ”It wouldn't have counted for much with you?”

Marian looked at her with unwavering eyes. ”No,” she replied, ”if I'd had any particular tenderness for Geoffrey it certainly wouldn't have had the least effect beyond making me more sorry for him, but, as it happens, he never did anything to encourage vain ideas of the kind in me.” She changed the subject with the abruptness which usually characterized her. ”I suppose you haven't seen old Anthony Thurston since you married Leslie? He, at least, is openly bitter against you.”

”I haven't. In a way, I suppose he is right. Of course, he would take the stereotyped view that it was all my fault--that is to say, that I had discarded Geoffrey?”

”I believe he did, but it struck me once or twice that Geoffrey proclaimed that view a little too loudly. Of course, with his rather primitive notions of delicacy and what is due to us, it's very much what one would have antic.i.p.ated in his case. He naturally wouldn't want to leave room for any suspicion that he--wasn't altogether satisfied with you.”

Millicent's face clouded. ”That is a point which concerns n.o.body except Geoffrey and myself,” she declared.

”And Anthony Thurston,” Marian broke in. ”Of course, it's an open secret that if you had married Geoffrey you would both have benefited by his will. As things have turned out, my own opinion is that the question whether either of you ever gets a penny of the property depends a great deal on the view he continues to take of the matter.

Any way, that's not the least concern of mine, except that I'm sorry for Geoffrey. I wonder if I'm going too far in asking what it was you and he actually split upon. I'm referring to the immediate cause of the trouble.”

”I can tell you that,” Millicent answered quickly, for she was glad to remove the ground for one suspicion, which was evidently in Marian's mind. ”Geoffrey insisted on giving up the mine when he could have sold it, and going out to Australia or Canada. I wouldn't go with him. I think n.o.body could have reasonably expected me to.”

Marian smiled. ”Well,” she said, ”I wonder if you know that your husband was one of the men who were willing to take the mine over.

There are reasons for believing it was what brought him here in the first place.”

Millicent's start betrayed the fact that this was news to her, but just then there was a rattle of wheels outside, and Marian rose. A murmur of voices and laughter grew clearer when the outer door was opened, and the two could hear the returning shooters talking with their host, who had gone out another way to meet them.

”The birds were scarce and very wild,” announced one of them. ”We had only two or three brace all morning, though we were a little more fortunate when we got up onto the higher land. It's my candid opinion that we should have done better there, but Leslie had all the luck in the turnips, and he made a shocking bad use of it.”

”That's a fact,” a.s.sented Leslie with what struck Millicent as a rather strained laugh. ”I was right off the mark. There are some days when you simply can't shoot.”

Several of the women guests now entered the hall, but the men did not come in. Judging from the sounds outside they seemed to be waiting while coats or cartridge bags were handed down to them from the dog-cart, and they were evidently bantering one another in the meanwhile.

”It depends upon how long you sit up in the smoking-room on the previous night,” said one of them, and another observed:

”If you happen to be in business, the state of the markets has its effect.”

Millicent started again at this, for she remembered her husband's expression when he had read his letter on the preceding evening. A third speaker took up the conversation.

”I don't think any variation in the price of Colonials or Kaffirs, or of wheat and cotton, for that matter, should prevent a man from telling the difference between a hare and a dog. I've a suspicion that if Tom cares to look he'll find one or two number six pellets in the hindquarters of the setter. It's a good thing our friend wasn't quite up to his usual form that time.”

A burst of laughter followed, and Leslie's voice broke through it rather sharply as he replied: ”He should have kept the brute in hand.

The difference isn't a big one when you can only see a liver-colored patch through a clump of bracken. Besides, there was a hare.”

”Undoubtedly,” cried somebody. ”Lawson got it.”

Then they came in one after another, and while some of them spoke to their hostess and the other women Leslie walked up to the little table where several letters were spread out. Millicent watched him as he did it, and there was no doubt that the very way he moved was suggestive of restrained eagerness. She saw him tear open a telegram and crumple it in his hand, after which he seized a second one and ripped it across the fold in his clumsy haste. Then as he put the pieces together his face grew suddenly pale and haggard. n.o.body else, however, appeared to notice him, and he leaned with one hand upon the table for a moment or two with his head turned away from her. She felt her heart beat painfully fast, for it was clear that a disaster of some kind had befallen him, though a large part of her anxiety sprang from the question how far the fact was likely to affect herself. He moved away from the table, and went towards the stairway at the further end of the hall, and she followed him a few minutes later. He was sitting by an open window when she reached their room. A candle flickered beside him and a little bundle of papers was clenched in one hand.

”What is it, Harry?” she asked.

He looked up at her, and his voice sounded hoa.r.s.e. ”I'll try to tell you later,” he answered. ”There's a dinner to be got through, and it will be a big enough effort to sit it out. Slip away as soon as you can afterward without attracting attention. You'll find me on the terrace.”

He dismissed her with a wave of his hand, and she turned towards the little dressing-room. When she came out again he had gone, leaving his outdoor clothing scattered on the floor.