Part 34 (1/2)
”Good-bye, Mister Colonel. And I would lend you my beasts an' fings, because I know you wouldn't bweak them?”
”See that Berta has her share in them meanwhile. Off with you, now!”
Later, in the seclusion of the connubial bedchamber, said Captain Bingo, dressing for dinner, the last time for many months, as it was to prove:
”What do you suppose was the Chief's next move, after the engine and tender got in, and the crowd hoorayed him back from the Railway Works? No use your guessin', though. Even a woman wouldn't have expected to find him playin' Noah's Ark in the coffee-room with the Mayor's two kids!”
”I like that!” said Lady Hannah meditatively, arranging the Pompadour transformation, not apparently the worse for the candle-accident of the previous night.
”Because you're a woman and sentimental,” said her spouse, wrestling with a cuff-link.
”No; because I am a woman whose instinct tells her that nothing will seem too big for a man for whom nothing is too small. And--what an incident for a paragraph!”
He grinned: ”With headin's in thunderin' big capitals.... 'The Soldier Hero Sports With A Babbling Babe.... The Defender Of British Prestige At Gueldersdorp Puts In Half an Hour At Cat's-Cradle Ere The Armoured Train Toddles Out With The B.S.A.P. To Give Beans To The Blooming Boer!'”
She darted at him, caught him by the lapels ... made him look at her.
”It's true? You really mean it? The ball begins?”
”Upon the honour of a henpecked husband--before daybreak to-morrow, you'll hear the music.”
She sparkled with delight.
”Oh, poor, unlucky, humdrum women at home in England, walking with the shooters, or lolling in hammocks under trees, and trying to flirt with fat City financiers or vapid young attaches of Legation! I shall take the Irish mare, and borrow an orderly, and ride out to see a Real Action!”
His round pink face grew long. ”The devil you will!”
”The devil I won't, you mean. Why, for what else under the sky did I come out here but the glorious chance of War?” Her impatient foot tapped the floor. He recognised the warning of domestic battle, glowered, and gave in.
”Well, if you get chipped, don't blame me. There's about as much cover on a baccarat-table as you'll find on that small-bush veld.”
”All the better for seeing things, my dear!” She gave him a radiant glance over her shoulder as she snapped her diamond necklace.
”You'll see things you won't enjoy. Mind that. Unless the whole affair ends in sheer fizzle.”
”I'll pray that it mayn't!”
”I'd pray to have you much more like the ordinary woman who funks raw-head-and-b.l.o.o.d.y-bones if I thought it would be any good!”
”My poor old boy, it's thirty years too late. You ought to have begun while I was crying in the cradle. And--I _was_ under the impression that you married me because you found me different from the ruck. And besides--think of my paper!”
”d.a.m.n the rag! I think of my wife!”
She swept him a curtsy:
”Cela va sans dire!”
”And how a woman of your birth and breedin' can dream of nothin' else but doin' somethin' that'll make you notorious--set the smart crowd gabblin'