"Yes, there is that to be said in your favour, of course."
"Well, Miss Sommerton, I hope you will consider anything that happens to be in my favour. You see, we are really old friends, after all."
"Old enemies, you mean."
"Oh, I don"t know about that. I would rather look on myself as your friend than your enemy."
"The letter you wrote me was not a very friendly one."
"I am not so sure. We differ on that point, you know."
"I am afraid we differ on almost every point."
"No, I differ with you there again. Still, I must admit I would prefer being your enemy----"
"To being my friend?" said Miss Sommerton, quickly.
"No, to being entirely indifferent to you."
"Really, Mr. Trenton, we are getting along very rapidly, are we not?"
said the young lady, without looking up at him.
"Now, I am pleased to be able to agree with you there, Miss Sommerton.
As I said before, an incident like this does more to ripen acquaintance or friendship, or----" The young man hesitated, and did not complete his sentence.
"Well," said the artist, after a pause, "which is it to be, friends or enemies?"
"It shall be exactly as you say," she replied.
"If you leave the choice to me, I shall say friends. Let us shake hands on that."
She held out her hand frankly to him as he crossed over to her side, and as he took it in his own, a strange thrill pa.s.sed through him, and acting on the impulse of the moment, he drew her toward him and kissed her.
"How dare you!" she cried, drawing herself indignantly from him. "Do you think I am some backwoods girl who is flattered by your preference after a day"s acquaintance?"
"Not a day"s acquaintance, Miss Sommerton--a year, two years, ten years.
In fact, I feel as though I had known you all my life."
"You certainly act as if you had. I did think for some time past that you were a gentleman. But you take advantage now of my unprotected position."
"Miss Sommerton, let me humbly apologise!"
"I shall not accept your apology. It cannot be apologised for. I must ask you not to speak to me again until Mr. Mason comes. You may consider yourself very fortunate when I tell you I shall say nothing of what has pa.s.sed to Mr. Mason when he arrives."
John Trenton made no reply, but gathered another armful of wood and flung it on the fire.
Miss Sommerton sat very dejectedly looking at the embers.
For half an hour neither of them said anything.
Suddenly Trenton jumped up and listened intently.
"What is it?" cried Miss Sommerton, startled by his action.
"Now," said Trenton, "that is unfair. If I am not to be allowed to speak to you, you must not ask me any questions."
"I beg your pardon," said Miss Sommerton, curtly.
"But really I wanted to say something, and I wanted you to be the first to break the contract imposed. May I say what I wish to? I have just thought about something."
"If you have thought of anything that will help us out of our difficulty, I shall be very glad to hear it indeed."
"I don"t know that it will help us _out_ of our difficulties, but I think it will help us now that we"re _in_ them. You know, I presume, that my camera, like John Brown"s knapsack, was strapped on my back, and that it is one of the few things rescued from the late disaster?"
He paused for a reply, but she said nothing. She evidently was not interested in his camera.
"Now, that camera-box is water-tight. It is really a very natty arrangement, although you regard it so scornfully."
He paused a second time, but there was no reply.
"Very well; packed in that box is, first the camera, then the dry plates, but most important of all, there are at least two or three very nice Three Rivers sandwiches. What do you say to our having supper?"
Miss Sommerton smiled in spite of herself, and Trenton busily unstrapped the camera-box, pulled out the little instrument, and fished up from the bottom a neatly-folded white table-napkin, in which were wrapped several sandwiches.
"Now," he continued, "I have a folding drinking-cup and a flask of sherry. It shows how absent-minded I am, for I ought to have thought of the wine long ago. You should have had a gla.s.s of sherry the moment we landed here. By the way, I wanted to say, and I say it now in case I shall forget it, that when I ordered you so unceremoniously to go around picking up sticks for the fire, it was not because I needed a.s.sistance, but to keep you, if possible, from getting a chill."
"Very kind of you," remarked Miss Sommerton.
But the Englishman could not tell whether she meant just what she said or not.
"I wish you would admit that you are hungry. Have you had anything to eat to-day?"
"I had, I am ashamed to confess," she answered. "I took lunch with me and I ate it coming down in the canoe. That was what troubled me about you. I was afraid you had eaten nothing all day, and I wished to offer you some lunch when we were in the canoe, but scarcely liked to. I thought we would soon reach the settlement. I am very glad you have sandwiches with you."
"How little you Americans really know of the great British nation, after all. Now, if there is one thing more than another that an Englishman looks after, it is the commissariat."
After a moment"s silence he said--
"Don"t you think, Miss Sommerton, that notwithstanding any accident or disaster, or misadventure that may have happened, we might get back at least on the old enemy footing again? I would like to apologise"--he paused for a moment, and added, "for the letter I wrote you ever so many years ago."
"There seem to be too many apologies between us," she replied. "I shall neither give nor take any more."
"Well," he answered, "I think after all that is the best way. You ought to treat me rather kindly though, because you are the cause of my being here."
"That is one of the many things I have apologised for. You surely do not wish to taunt me with it again?"
"Oh, I don"t mean the recent accident. I mean being here in America.
Your sketches of the Shawenegan Falls, and your description of the Quebec district, brought me out to America; and, added to that--I expected to meet you."