Part 9 (2/2)

”No!”

Something in her face, her voice, the pose of her figure told him the truth. ”If you will not listen to me,” he said, leaning with both hands on the table and speaking in a voice scarcely audible to the doctor, ”I will not say what I was going to propose. If I must be repaid, I must. But you must repay me, Pleasance. Will you?”

The doctor did not wait to hear the answer. He found the open door very convenient. He got away and to horse with a lighter heart than he had carried under his waistcoat for months. He felt no great doubt about the answer; and indeed all that June morning, which was by good luck as fine as the preceding one had been gloomy, while he rode from house to house with an unprofessional smile on his lips and in his eyes, the two left at home walked up and down the lawn in the suns.h.i.+ne, planning the life which lay before them, and of which every day was to be as cloudless as this day. A hundred times they pa.s.sed and repa.s.sed the old sundial, but it was nothing to them. Lovers count only the hours when the sun does _not_ s.h.i.+ne.

THE COLONEL'S BOY

THE COLONEL'S BOY

A stranger, coming upon the Colonel as he sat in the morning-room of the club and read his newspaper with an angelic smile, would have sought for another copy of the paper and searched its columns with pleasant antic.i.p.ations. But I knew better. I knew that the Colonel, though he had put on his gla.s.ses and was pretending to cull the news, was only doing what I believe he did after lunch and after dinner, and after he got into bed, and at every one of those periods when the old campaigner, with a care for his digestion and his conscience, selects some soothing matter for meditation. He was thinking of his boy; and I went up to him and smacked him on the shoulder. ”Well, Colonel,” I said, ”how is Jim?”

”Hallo! Why, it's Jolly Joe Bratton!” he replied, dropping his gla.s.ses, and gripping my hand tightly--for we did not ride and tie at Inkerman for nothing. ”The very man I wanted to see.”

”And Jim, Colonel? How is the boy?” I asked.

”Oh, just as fit as a--a middy on sh.o.r.e!” he answered, speaking cheerfully, yet, it seemed to me, with an effort; so that I wondered whether anything was wrong with the boy--a little bill or some small indiscretion, such as might be pardoned in as fine a lad as ever stepped, with a six-months'-old commission, a new uniform, and a station fifty minutes from London. ”But come,” the Colonel continued before I could make my comment, ”you have lunched, Joe? Will you take a turn?”

”To be sure,” I said; ”on one condition--that you let Kitty give you a cup of tea afterwards.”

”That is a bargain!” he answered. And we went into the hall. Every one knows the ”Junior United” hall. I had taken down my hat, and was stepping back from the rack, when some one coming downstairs two at a time--that is the worst of having any one under field rank in a club--hit me sharply with his elbow. Perhaps my coat fits a bit tightly round the waist nowadays, and perhaps not; any way, I particularly object to being poked in the back--it may be a fad, or it may not--and I turned round and cried ”Confound----”

I did not say any more, for I saw who had done it. My gentleman stammered a confused apology, and taking a letter which it seemed I had knocked out of his hand, from the Colonel, who had politely picked it up, he pa.s.sed into the morning-room with a red face. ”Clumsy scoundrel!” I said, but not so loudly that he could hear.

”Hallo!” the Colonel exclaimed, standing still, and looking at me.

”Well?” I said, perhaps rather testily. ”What is the matter?”

”You are not on very good terms with young Farquhar, then?”

”I am not on any terms at all with him,” I answered grumpily.

The Colonel whistled. ”Indeed!” he said, looking down at me with a kind of wistfulness in his eyes; d.i.c.k is tall, and I am--well, I was up to standard once. ”I thought--that is, Jim told me--that he was a good deal about your house, Joe. And I rather gathered that he was making up to Kitty, don't you know.”

”You did, did you?” I grunted. ”Well, perhaps he was, and perhaps he wasn't. Any way, she is not for him. And he would not take an answer, the young whipper-snapper!” I continued, giving my anger a little vent, and feeling all the better for it. ”He came persecuting her, if you want to know. And I had to show him the door.”

I think I never saw a man--certainly on the steps of the ”Junior United”--look more pleased than the Colonel looked at that moment.

”Gad!” he said, ”Then Jim will have a chance?”

”Ho! ho!” I answered, chuckling. ”The wind sets in that quarter, does it? A chance? I should think he would have a chance, Colonel!”

”And you would not object?”

”Object?” I said. ”Why, it would make me the happiest man in the world, d.i.c.k. Are we not the oldest friends? And I have only Kitty and you have only Jim. Why, it is--it is just Inkerman over again!”

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