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"I think, in common fairness, it is my turn for an innings again,--don't you?"
She laughed, and lifted her shoulders, evading direct reply.
"Does that mean that you care nothing, one way or other?" There was smothered pa.s.sion in his tone.
"And if it does? What then?"
"Gad! How coolly you stab a poor devil, whose worst sin is that he is in----" But before the word was out, she checked him sharply.
"Major Garth!--How _dare_ you?"
Her white-hot anger seared both his vanity and his heart. But he had courage of a sort: and he stood his ground.
"A man in my case will dare anything. Besides, you have insight enough to have known it these many weeks; and why should the plain statement anger you, when evidently the plain fact does not?--Tell me that."
The question smote her to silence. For she could not tell him: neither could she answer hotly and break with him for good. Throughout the coming week, at least, their intimacy must remain intact; and beyond it her mind refused to look. She saw herself caught in a tangle of her own making: a hot wave of vexation at her helplessness, at her cruelly false position, fired her face from chin to brow.
But Garth, noting the phenomenon, interpreted it otherwise.
"You find my riddle unanswerable?" he questioned almost tenderly: and was met by a lightning-flash of denial.
"No. By no means! The answer is simple enough. Unhappily you cannot wipe out--the fact. But you can avoid expressing it: and you must,--unless you are prepared to lose everything."
"By Jove, no!--I keep what I have gained,--at any price. And at least your proffer of friends.h.i.+p gives me better right to monopolise you than that chap Desmond can lay claim to. But he appears to be privileged."
"He is privileged."
"How so?"
"Simply by being the right sort of man."
Garth scrutinised her keenly.
"And a V.C. into the bargain--eh? I don't mind betting that's half the attraction. Just a showy bit of pluck, dashed off at a hot-headed moment--and you women turn a man into a G.o.d on the strength of it! The fellow got his chance, and took it--that's all."
It is of the nature of small minds to disparage great ones; and in general Quita would have dismissed the matter with a light retort. But in her present mood, the man's petty personalities jarred more than usual. "I think we won't discuss Captain Desmond," she said without looking round. "To pick holes in a man of that quality only seems to accentuate one's own littleness."
"Yours--or mine?"
"Both."
"By Jove--but you're frank!"
"Have you ever known me otherwise?"
"Can't say I have.--But I'm hanged if I know what's come to you these last two days! Except that you are always far too alluring for my peace of mind, you hardly seem like the same woman."
The truth of his a.s.sertion wrenched her back to a lighter mood.
"What an alarming accusation! Is any healthily intelligent and progressive human being ever the same for many weeks together?
Change--readjustment--is the keynote of life; the very breath of it.
When you can accuse me of _not_ changing I shall know that I have fallen into the sere and withered leaf past redemption. And now that I have expiated myself--(probably to your more complete confusion!)--we'll have a short canter to blow away cobwebs. The road is rather less breakneck just here."
A flick of the whip sent Yorick forward at a bound; and Garth--stifling unheroic qualms--could not choose but follow her daring lead.
Throughout the remaining eight miles neither her tongue nor her spirit flagged; and for the man at least the journey's end came too soon.
It was a transformed Kajiar that basked in the full glory of noon, as they emerged from the forest, and drew rein on the high ground behind the little wooden rest-house, to enjoy a few moments' survey of the brilliant scene.
At the far end, around the Rajah's private chalet, the native camp was fast springing into life. While, down in the northern hollow, where white tents cl.u.s.tered thickest, lay the big general camp; the core of all things social and frivolous.
Hurdles, water jumps, and a long tent pavilion had changed the centre of the glade into a racecourse, where subalterns, undaunted by a blazing sun, were practising ponies for forthcoming gymkhanas. Goal-posts were already fixed for the great yearly football match between Chumba and Dalhousie; in which contest victory was by no means always to the West, since Jeff Bathurst, a famous performer, trained and captained the Chumba team: and in another part of the green, three wooden sign-posts of unequal height gave promise of tilting matches to come.
Couples and groups, in the lightest of muslins and flannels, sauntered idly in the scented shadow of the pines; or lounged, smoking and talking, on the warm green earth.
The appeal of the whole was to a spirit of enjoyment pure and simple, to the casting aside of care and thought; a pa.s.sing respite from the shadow of the future: and Quita's native zest for happiness urged her to instant response.
"Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday, Why fret about them, if To-day be sweet,"
she quoted softly. "That is clearly the motto of the week; and it looks as if every one intended to live up to it,--conscientiously."
Garth saw his advantage and pressed it home.
"You and I among the number, eh? At least we understand one another, which is more than most of those philandering couples do. Why shouldn't we make the most of our seven golden days and leave next week to look after itself?"
"Why not, indeed?"
She spoke absently; her eyes resting on the snow-peak in the north. The answer lay too deep down for utterance. But Garth took her enigmatical echo for acquiescence, and laid his plans accordingly.
Nor were these two the only pair who arrived at Garth's philosophical conclusion. Life was fulfilled, for the nonce, with laughter and leisure; with the unchanging, pa.s.sion-breathing blue and gold of a Himalayan June; and on all sides the charmed circle of pines and deodars shut them off from the forgotten world and 'them that dwell therein.'
Atmosphere, circ.u.mstance, and her own half-awakened heart conspired with Michael Maurice to draw Elsie down, by slow and delicious degrees, from the small pedestal whereon she had taken refuge since the night of the Palace dinner; till all unaware, she acceded to his fantastic notion of shutting the door upon Wisdom. Nor was it long before those whose profit and pleasure it is to make capital out of their neighbours' doings had a.s.sured themselves and each other that the 'week' would be responsible for two engagements at least.
Such talk did not readily reach Lenox's ears. But Kenneth Malcolm, whose aspirations were no secret to the busily idle world around him, was speedily enlightened: and there could be neither peace nor rest for him till he had confirmation or denial from Elsie's lips.
Six months earlier he had pleaded his cause with such halting eloquence as he could command; and the girl's refusal had been qualified by a confession that at least she preferred him to any other man of her acquaintance. On the strength of this admission the boy had simply stood aside and waited: hoping, as only the young can hope, because the fervour of their desire renders the possibility of non-fulfilment unthinkable.
Then Maurice had entered the field, carrying all before him, with the inimitable a.s.surance that was his; and by now Kenneth had reached the agony-point in a painful, if educative experience. Standing aside was no longer endurable. By some means he must secure Elsie, if only for ten minutes, and discover the truth.
"And a man need only look into her eyes for that," he decided, with a throb of troubled antic.i.p.ation.
His opportunity came on the third day of the 'week.' The great football match between East and West was progressing vigorously to the tune of shouts and cheers. Maurice, who had small taste for sport, had gone sketching with his sister at her urgent request; and as Elsie settled herself, with a book, on a slope of hot pine-needles, she was surprised and startled to see Kenneth Malcolm approaching her.
"May I sit here for a little?" he asked. "I have hardly had two words with you since you came back from Chumba. I suppose you enjoyed it all tremendously?"
"Oh yes. It was delightful. Do sit down."