They walked on a while in silence, till suddenly Barbara sat down upon a bole of felled oak and began to cry.
"What is the matter with you?" asked Alan.
"I don"t know," she answered. "Everything goes wrong. I live in a kind of gilded h.e.l.l. I don"t like my uncle and I loath the men he brings about the place. I have no friends, I scarcely know a woman intimately, I have troubles I can"t tell you and--I am wretched. You are the only creature I have left to talk to, and I suppose that after this row you must go away too to make your living."
Alan looked at her there weeping on the log and his heart swelled within him, for he had loved this girl for years.
"Barbara," he gasped, "please don"t cry, it upsets me. You know you are a great heiress----"
"That remains to be proved," she answered. "But anyway, what has it to do with the case?"
"It has everything to do with it, at least so far as I am concerned. If it hadn"t been for that I should have asked you to marry me a long while ago, because I love you, as I would now, but of course it is impossible."
Barbara ceased her weeping, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and looked up at him.
"Alan," she said, "I think that you are the biggest fool I ever knew--not but that a fool is rather refreshing when one lives among knaves."
"I know I am a fool," he answered. "If I wasn"t I should not have mentioned my misfortune to you, but sometimes things are too much for one. Forget it and forgive me."
"Oh! yes," she said; "I forgive you; a woman can generally forgive a man for being fond of her. Whatever she may be, she is ready to take a lenient view of his human weakness. But as to forgetting, that is a different matter. I don"t exactly see why I should be so anxious to forget, who haven"t many people to care about me," and she looked at him in quite a new fashion, one indeed which gave him something of a shock, for he had not thought the nymph-like Barbara capable of such a look as that. She and any sort of pa.s.sion had always seemed so far apart.
Now after all Alan was very much a man, if a modest one, with all a man"s instincts, and therefore there are appearances of the female face which even such as he could not entirely misinterpret.
"You--don"t--mean," he said doubtfully, "you don"t really mean----" and he stood hesitating before her.
"If you would put your question a little more clearly, Alan, I might be able to give you an answer," she replied, that quaint little smile of hers creeping to the corners of her mouth like sunshine through a mist of rain.
"You don"t really mean," he went on, "that you care anything about me, like, like I have cared for you for years?"
"Oh! Alan," she said, laughing outright, "why in the name of goodness shouldn"t I care about you? I didn"t say that I do, mind, but why shouldn"t I? What is the gulf between us?"
"The old one," he answered, "that between Dives and Lazarus--that between the rich and the poor."
"Alan," said Barbara, looking down, "I don"t know what has come over me, but for some unexplained and inexplicable reason I am inclined to give Lazarus a lead--across that gulf, the first one, I mean, not the second!"
Like the glance which preceded it, this was a saying that even Alan could not misunderstand. He sat himself on the log beside her, while she, still looking down, watched him out of the corners of her eyes.
He went red, he went white, his heart beat very violently. Then he stretched out his big brown hand and took her small white one, and as this familiarity produced no remonstrance, let it fall, and pa.s.sing his arm about her, drew her to him and embraced her, not once, but often, with such vigour that a squirrel which had been watching these proceedings from a neighbouring tree, bolted round it scandalized and was seen no more.
"I love you, I love you," he said huskily.
"So I gather," she answered in a feeble voice.
"Do you care for me?" he asked.
"It would seem that I must, Alan, otherwise I should scarcely--oh! you foolish Alan," and heedless of her Sunday hat, which never recovered from this encounter, but was kept as a holy relic, she let her head fall upon his shoulder and began to cry again, this time for very happiness.
He kissed her tears away, then as he could think of nothing else to say, asked her if she would marry him.
"It is the general sequel to this kind of thing, I believe," she answered; "or at any rate it ought to be. But if you want a direct answer--yes, I will, if my uncle will let me, which he won"t, as you have quarrelled with him, or at any rate two years hence, when I am five and twenty and my own mistress; that is if we have anything to marry on, for one must eat. At present our worldly possessions seem to consist chiefly of a large store of mutual affection, a good stock of clothes and one Yellow G.o.d, which after what happened last night, I do not think you will get another chance of turning into cash."
"I must make money somehow," he said.
"Yes, Alan, but I am afraid it is not easy to do--honestly. n.o.body wants people without capital whose only stock in trade is a brief but distinguished military career, and a large experience of African fever."
Alan groaned at this veracious but discouraging remark, and she went on quickly:
"I mean to spend another guinea upon my friend the lawyer at Kingswell.
Perhaps he can raise the wind, by a post-obit, or something," she added vaguely, "I mean a post-uncle-obit."
"If he does, Barbara, I can"t live on your money alone, it isn"t right."
"Oh! don"t you trouble about that, Alan. If once I can get hold of those dim thousands you will soon be able to make more, for unto him that hath shall be given. But at present they are very dim, and for all I know may be represented by stock in deceased companies. In short, the financial position is extraordinarily depressed, as they say in the Market Intelligence in _The Times_. But that"s no reason why we should be depressed also."
"No, Barbara, for at any rate we have got each other."
"Yes," she answered, springing up, "we have got each other, dear, until Death do us part, and somehow I don"t think he"ll do that yet awhile; it comes into my heart that he won"t do that, Alan, that you and I are going to live out our days. So what does the rest matter? In two years I shall be a free woman. In fact, if the worst comes to the worst, I"ll defy them all," and she set her little mouth like a rock, "and marry you straight away, as being over age, I can do, even if it costs me every halfpenny that I"ve got."
"No, no," he said, "it would be wrong, wrong to yourself and wrong to your descendants."
"Very well, Alan, then, we will wait, or perhaps luck will come our way--why shouldn"t it? At any rate for my part I never felt so happy in my life; for, dear Alan, we have found what we were born to find, found it once and for always, and the rest is mere etceteras. What would be the use of all the gold of the Asiki people that Jeekie was talking about last night, to either of us, if we had not each other? We can get on without the wealth, but we couldn"t get on apart, or at least I couldn"t and I don"t mind saying so."
"No, my darling, no," he answered, turning white at the very thought, "we couldn"t get on apart--now. In fact I don"t know how I have done so so long already, except that I was always hoping that a time would come when we shouldn"t be apart. That is why I went into that infernal business, to make enough money to be able to ask you to marry me.
And now I have gone out of the business and asked you just when I shouldn"t."
"Yes, so you see you might as well have done it a year or two ago when perhaps things would have been simpler. Well, it is a fine example of the vanity of human plans, and, Alan, we must be going home to lunch. If we don"t, Sir Robert will be organizing a search party to look for us; in fact, I shouldn"t wonder if he is doing that already, in the wrong direction."
The mention of Sir Robert Aylward"s name fell on them both like a blast of cold wind in summer, and for a while they walked in silence.
"You are afraid of that man, Barbara," said Alan presently, guessing her thoughts.
"A little," she answered, "so far as I can be afraid of anything any more. And you?"
"A little also. I think that he will give us trouble. He can be very malevolent and resourceful."
"Resourceful, Alan; well, so can I. I"ll back my wits against his any day. He shan"t separate us by anything short of murder, which he won"t go in for. Men like that don"t like to break the law; they have too much to lose. But no doubt he will make things uncomfortable for you, if he can, for several reasons."
Again they walked on lost in reflections, when Barbara suddenly saw her lover"s face brighten.
"What is it, Alan?" she asked.
"Something that is rare enough with me, Barbara--an idea. You remember speaking about that Asiki gold just now. Well, why shouldn"t I go and get it?"
She stared at him.
"It sounds a little speculative," she said; "something like one of my uncle"s companies."
"Not half so speculative as you think. I have no doubt it is there and Jeekie knows the way. Also I seem to remember that there is a map and an account of the whole thing in Uncle Austin"s diaries, though to tell you the truth the old fellow wrote such a fearful hand, that I have never taken the trouble to read it. You see," he went on with enthusiasm, "it is the kind of business that I can do. I am thoroughly salted to fever, I know the West Coast, where I spent three years on that Boundary Commission, I have studied the natives and can talk several of their dialects. Of course there would be a risk, but there are risks in everything, and like you I am not afraid about that, for I believe that we have got our lives before us."