Part 15 (1/2)

”Losing money ye could not afford!”

They drove away in a high-wheeled trap that is locally called a machine. Andrew had set off in a serious mood, but it was difficult to continue thoughtful in d.i.c.k's society, and he enlivened the way as they followed the winding river. It led them up a long valley, past turnip-fields, smooth pasture, and alder-fringed pools. The soil was well tilled on their bank, but across the stream, birchwoods turning yellow straggled up the barren hill slopes, and to the north, rugged fells rose dark against the sky. By degrees the landscape changed.

There was less cultivation and the woods got thinner. Rough heath ran down to the river, which foamed and brawled among the stones, and white tufts of wild cotton shone among the peat. They were climbing to a desolation of moor and bog that looked strangely wild and lonely in the fading light. Then, as the shadows closed upon the wilderness, lights blinked among the firs in a glen, a lodge gate was opened, and a smooth drive led them to a straggling modern house.

They were hospitably welcomed, and Andrew liked his host, a genial, gray-haired man who had lately retired from business to spend his well-earned leisure in outdoor sports. Whitney's mother and sister also impressed him favorably. Mrs. Whitney was quiet and dignified, and there was a touch of stateliness in Madge's refined beauty. At first, Andrew felt shy of her and left her to d.i.c.k, but she soon set him at his ease. Madge rang true, and he found that she could be remarkably frank.

On the evening after his arrival he strolled along the terrace talking to her. A soft red glow still shone behind the firs that straggled up the western end of the glen and the air was cool and still. They could hear a little burn splas.h.i.+ng in the shadow and the river tumbling among the stones.

”How do you like this place?” Andrew asked. ”From what I've seen of your country this is a change.”

”Yes,” Madge said; ”it's quiet. When we rusticate in the wilds we take a troop of friends along. The environment we're used to goes with us.

Perhaps that's why I don't harmonize with a natural background as some of your people do. Here, for instance, I feel I'm an exotic.”

”Exotics are generally beautiful and one likes them for their glow and color. Ours is a land of neutral tints and I dare say it has an effect upon our character.”

Madge laughed.

”That's very nice of you, but it's difficult to judge your character.

You're not an expansive race, and, for another thing, there are no young men about--though one must admit that's to their credit, just now. It seems there's still an answer when you send round the Fiery Cross.”

”Yes,” said Andrew with a flush. ”They were wanted somewhere else, and they went.”

Andrew paused and Madge gave him a sympathetic glance.

”Jim told me why you couldn't go,” she said softly. ”After all, you have something to do at home, haven't you?”

Andrew saw that she was well-informed about his affairs, but he did not resent it. When he took his comrade into his confidence he did not do so rashly; and that Whitney had told his sister only proved that she could be trusted. Something in her manner and her frank, level glance made him sure of this.

”Well,” he said hesitatingly, ”it's nice to feel that one is needed; though of course there's a risk of being officious.”

”I don't suppose Elsie thinks you officious for trying to look after her cousin. He's quite charming, but I imagine he'll keep you busy.”

”I'm prepared for that,” Andrew laughed; ”and I don't mind the trouble. d.i.c.k's a very likable fellow, and Elsie feels more satisfied when I'm about. I wish you could meet her. Little Elsie's worth knowing.”

”Little? Jim told me she was tall; regal, I think he said. In fact, he's enthusiastic about her; and that makes me curious, because Jim's taste is not often bad.”

”It isn't. But I always thought of her as little Elsie--she was a girl when I left home. I can understand what struck your brother: I felt it myself when I first saw her, after I came back.”

”Elsie had grown up?”

”It wasn't quite that. She had grown up in the way I had expected, but she had somehow grown beyond it. In fact, though I used to be a kind of elder brother, she had caught me up and left me.”

He broke off as their host came toward them with Lieutenant Rankine, a brown-faced young man, who had arrived on the previous afternoon.

”I hear you're cruising about the Galloway coast,” Rankine said to Andrew. ”If you happen to be between the Isle of Man and the Solway, I dare say we shall meet, and we'll be glad to see you on board the _Tern_.”

”The _Tern_?” Andrew looked his surprise. ”She's--”