"Certainly not! One couldn"t talk with Foster enlarging upon the only rational way of rearing pheasants, and you know I"m going away first thing to-morrow."
"Yes; I know," said Millicent, and then looked up at him with sudden courage. "I"m sorry."
"Truly sorry; you mean that?" He gave her a very keen glance while he knitted his brows.
"Yes," she said recklessly; "I mean it. You ought to know I do."
He laid his hand on her shoulder, holding her a little away from him.
"I came up here in a state of horrible indecision, torn different ways by a sense of the duty I owed you and my selfish longing. Even if nothing had been said to make it harder for me, I can"t tell how the struggle would have ended."
"Why should there be a struggle?" she asked him.
His grasp tightened and his eyes were steadily fixed upon her face.
"You"re very young and beautiful and, though I love you, I"m a broken man."
"Then it"s through no fault of yours."
"The consequences are the same and, apart from this, I have nothing to offer. Can you wonder, my dear, that I was afraid? I come to you a beggar, with everything to gain."
"Ah!" she said, "all I have to give is yours; I think it was yours before you asked for it."
"Then you are not afraid?"
She looked at him with a happy smile. "What should I fear? Aren"t you able to take care of me? It must be for my sake that you are so timid and I love you for it, but I think this must be the first time you ever hesitated long. Where has your usual recklessness gone?"
"It"s coming back." He pa.s.sed his arm about her waist, drawing her strongly to him. "We"ll laugh at cold-blooded prudence and take our chances. It"s a wide world, and we"ll find a nook somewhere if we go out and look for it. All my care will be to smooth the trail for your dear, pretty feet."
They spent a time in happy talk, and Blake murmured when Millicent protested that they must go back, while she feared that her lover"s exultant air would betray them as they entered the drawing-room.
"Where"s the key?" Challoner asked.
"I"m afraid I forgot it, sir," Blake confessed. "Very sorry, but I"m not even sure I put the things away."
Challoner rang a bell and gave an order to a servant. Then he asked Millicent: "Did you see the Buddha?"
"No," she said. "I don"t think so."
"Or the bra.s.s plate with the fantastic serpent pattern round the rim?"
"I"m afraid I didn"t," Millicent owned with a trace of confusion.
Challoner looked hard at Blake, and then his eyes twinkled.
"Well," he said pointedly, "perhaps it wasn"t to be expected."
There was a moment"s silence. Millicent looked down with the colour in her face; Blake stood very straight, smiling at the others. Then he said, "We are all friends here, and I"m proud to announce that Millicent has promised to marry me as soon as I return from Canada."
He bowed to Mrs. Keith and the Colonel. "As you have taken her guardian"s place, madam, and you, sir, are the head of the house, I should like to think we have your approval."
"How formal, d.i.c.k!" said Mrs. Keith with a laugh. "I imagine my consent is very much a matter of form, but I give it with the greatest satisfaction."
Challoner got up and took Millicent"s hand. "My dear, I am very glad, and I think d.i.c.k has shown great wisdom. I wish you both all happiness."
Mrs. Foster and her husband offered their congratulations, and for the next hour they discussed Blake"s future plans, after which they were interrupted by the entrance of a servant with a small silver tray.
"Telegram, sir, for Mr. Blake," he said. "Hopkins was at the post office, and they gave it him."
Blake took the envelope and looked at Miss Challoner for permission to open it. When he had done so, he started and gave the form to Millicent.
"Oh, d.i.c.k!" she cried with sparkling eyes. "Isn"t this very good."
"I believe so." Blake turned to the others. "After the good feeling you have shown towards us, I daresay you"ll be interested to hear my partner"s latest news." He read out: ""Come. Struck it. Tell Challoner.""
He turned to Mrs. Keith. "This should set me firmly on my feet and may make me rich." Then he addressed Challoner. "But I don"t understand the last of it. Why does he wish you to know?"
The Colonel chuckled. "I sent Mr. Harding five hundred pounds to buy anything he needed for his prospecting, and told him to give me an option on a good block of shares in the new syndicate at par. You"re very independent, d.i.c.k, but I can"t see why you should object to your relatives putting money into what looks like a promising thing."
"I"ve no doubt it was mainly through your help Harding found the oil,"
Blake said gratefully.
Soon after this the Fosters rose to go, but they waited sympathetically in the hall while Millicent lingered with Blake in the drawing-room.
"d.i.c.k," she said, blushing, "you made a rash statement, I didn"t quite promise to marry you as soon as you came back."
"Then it was understood," Blake answered firmly.
"I can"t let you off."
"Well," she said; "if it will bring you home any quicker, dear! But how long must you stay?"
"I can"t tell; there may be much to do and, if Harding needs me, I must see it out, but I won"t delay a minute more than"s needful. You know we may have to live in Canada?"
"Yes," she said shyly; "I won"t object. Where you are will be home."
Then Foster opened the door. "The car"s waiting, and it"s coming on to rain."
Millicent went out with him; and Blake, who sailed next day, found, on reaching the timber belt, that, as he had predicted, there was much to be done. After some months" hard work, Harding, who was confident that the oil would pay handsomely, left him in charge while he set off for the cities to arrange about pipes and plant and the raising of capital.
It was early winter when he returned, satisfied with what he had accomplished, and Blake saw that he would be able to visit England in a few weeks.
He was sitting in their office shack one bitter day when a sledge arrived with supplies, and the teamster brought him a telegram. His face grew grave as he opened it and read--
"Bertram killed in action.--Challoner."
"This sets you free, doesn"t it?" Harding remarked after expressing his sympathy.
"I can"t tell," Blake answered. "I haven"t thought of it in such a light. I was very fond of my cousin."