Part 17 (2/2)
”Can't we climb up to the observation platform at the other end of the car?”
He said yes, and made the affirmative good by lifting her in his arms over the high railing. Once safely on the car, she bade him leave her.
”Slip in quietly and they won't notice,” she said. ”I'll come presently.”
Calvert obeyed, and Virginia stood alone in the darkness. Down in the Utah construction camp lights were darting to and fro; and before long she heard the hoa.r.s.e puffs of the big octopod, betokening activities.
She was s.h.i.+vering a little in the chill wind sliding down from the snow-peaks, yet she would not go in until she had made sure. In a little time her patience was rewarded. The huge engine came storming up the grade on the new line, pus.h.i.+ng its three flat-cars, which were black with clinging men. On the car nearest the locomotive, where the dazzling beam of the headlight p.r.i.c.ked him out for her, stood Winton, braced against the lurchings of the train over the uneven track.
”G.o.d speed you, my--love!” she murmured softly; and when the gloom of the upper canyon cleft had engulfed man and men and storming engine she turned to go in.
She was groping for the door-k.n.o.b in the darkness made thicker by the glare of the pa.s.sing headlight when a voice, disembodied for the moment, said: ”Wait a minute, Miss Carteret; I'd like to have a word with you.”
She drew back quickly.
”Is it you, Mr. Jastrow? Let me go in, please.”
”In one moment. I have something to say to you--something you ought to hear.”
”Can't it be said on the other side of the door? I am cold--very cold, Mr. Jastrow.”
It was his saving hint, but he would not take it.
”No, it must be said to you alone. We have at least one thing in common, Miss Carteret--you and I: that is a proper appreciation of the successful realities. I--”
She stopped him with a quick little gesture of impatience.
”Will you be good enough to stand aside and let me go in?”
The keen breath of the snow-caps was summer-warm in comparison with the chilling iciness of her manner; but the secretary went on unmoved:
”Success is the only thing worth while in this world. Winton will fail, but I shan't. And when I do succeed, I shall marry a woman who can wear the purple most becomingly.”
”I hope you may, I'm sure,” she answered wearily. ”Yet you will excuse me if I say that I don't understand how it concerns me, or why you should keep me out here in the cold to tell me about it.”
”Don't you? It concerns you very nearly. You are the woman, Miss Carteret.”
”Indeed? And if I decline the honor?”
The contingency was one for which the suitor seemed not entirely prepared. Yet he evinced a willingness to meet the hypothesis in a spirit of perfect candor.
”You wouldn't do that, definitely, I fancy. It would be tantamount to driving me to extremities.”
”If you will tell me how I can do it 'definitely,' I shall be most happy to drive you to extremities, or anywhere else out of my way,”
she said frigidly.
”Oh, I think not,” he rejoined. ”You wouldn't want me to go and tell Mr. Darrah how you have betrayed him to Mr. Winton. I had the singular good fortune to overhear you conversation--yours and Mr. Winton's, you know; and if Mr. Darrah knew, he would cut you out of his will with very little compunction, don't you think? And, really, you mustn't throw yourself away on that sentimental Tommy of an engineer, Miss Virginia. He'll never be able to give you the position you're fitted for.”
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