"I?" he said. "I shall be ready at the end of the week--if that will suit you."
She gazed at him blankly. "The end of the week! But of course not--of course not! You are joking!"
"No, I am serious," Fletcher said. "Sit down a minute and let me explain!"
Then, as she hesitated, he very gently put her down upon the seat under the closed window, and stood before her, blocking her in.
"I have been wanting this opportunity of talking to you," he said, "without Jack chipping in. He"s a good fellow, and I know he is on my side. But I have a fancy for scoring off my own bat. Listen, Dot! I am not suggesting anything very preposterous. You have promised to marry me.
Haven"t you?"
"Yes," she whispered, breathlessly. "Yes."
"Yes," he repeated. "And the longer you have to think about it, the more scared you will get. My dear child, what is the point of spinning it out in this fashion? You are going through agonies of mind--for nothing. If I gave you back your freedom, you wouldn"t be any happier, would you?"
She was silent.
"Would you?" he said again, and laid his hand upon her shoulder.
"I--don"t think so," she said, faintly.
He took up her words again with magisterial emphasis. "You don"t think so. Well, there is every reason to suppose you wouldn"t. You weren"t happy before, were you?"
She gripped her courage with immense effort. "I haven"t been happy--since," she said.
He accepted the statement without an instant"s discomfiture. "I know you haven"t. I realized that the moment I saw you. You have been suffering the tortures of the d.a.m.ned because you"re in a positive h.e.l.l of indecision. Oh, I know all about it." His hand moved a little upon her shoulder; it almost seemed to caress her. "I haven"t studied human nature all these years for nothing. I know you"re in a perfect fever of doubt, and it"ll go on till you"re married. What"s the good of it? Why torture yourself like this when the way to happiness lies straight before you?
Are you hoping against hope that something may yet turn up to prevent our marriage? Would you be happy if it did? Answer me!"
But she shrank from answering, sitting with her hands clasped tightly before her and her eyes downcast like a prisoner awaiting sentence.
"I don"t know--what I want," she told him, miserably. "I feel--as if--whatever I do--will be wrong."
"That"s just it," said Fletcher Hill, as if that were the very admission he had been waiting for. And then he did what for him was a very curious thing. He went down upon one knee on the dusty floor, bringing his face on a level with hers, clasping her tense hands between his own. "You don"t trust yourself, and you won"t trust me," he said. "Isn"t that it?
Or something like it?"
The official air had dropped from him like a garment. She looked at him doubtfully, almost as if she suspected him of trying to trick her. Then, rea.s.sured by something in the harsh countenance which his voice and words utterly failed to express, she leaned impulsively forward with a swift movement of surrender and laid her head against his shoulder.
"I"ll do--whatever you wish," she said, in m.u.f.fled tones. "I will trust you! I do trust you!"
He put his arm around her, for she was trembling, and held her so for a s.p.a.ce in silence.
The voice in the billiard-room took up the tale. "That fellow"s luck is positively prodigious. He can"t help scoring--whatever he does. He"d dig gold out of an ash heap."
Someone laughed, and there came again the clash of the billiard-b.a.l.l.s, followed in a second by a shout of applause.
The noise subsided, and Fletcher spoke. "My job here will be over in a week. Jack can manage to join us at the end of it. Your sister-in-law is already here. Why not finish up by getting married and returning to Wallacetown with me?"
"I should have to go back to the farm and get the rest of my things,"
said Dot.
"You could do that afterwards," he said, "when I am away on business. I shan"t be able to take you with me everywhere. Some of the places I have to go to would be too rough for you. But I shall be at Wallacetown for some weeks after this job. You have never seen my house there. I took it over from the last Superintendent. I think you"ll like it. I got it for that reason."
She started a little. "But you didn"t know then--How long ago was it?"
"Three years," said Fletcher Hill. "I"ve been getting it ready for you ever since."
She looked up at him. "You--took a good deal for granted, didn"t you?"
she said.
Fletcher was smiling, dryly humorous. "I knew my own mind, anyway," he said.
"And you"ve never had--any doubts?" questioned Dot.
"Not one," said Fletcher Hill.
She laid her hand on his arm with a shy gesture. "I hope you won"t be dreadfully disappointed in me," she said.
He bent towards her, and for a moment she felt as if his keen eyes pierced her. "I don"t think that is very likely," he said, and kissed her with the words.
She did not shrink from his kiss, but she did not return it; nor did he linger as if expecting any return.
He was on his feet the next moment, and she wondered with a little sense of chill if he were really satisfied.
CHAPTER VII
THE CONQUEROR
They found Adela awaiting them in her corner, but chafing for a change.
"I want you to take us to the billiard-room," she said to Fletcher.
"There"s a great match on. I"ve heard a lot of men talking about it.
And I adore watching billiards. I"m sure we shan"t be in the way. I"ll promise not to talk, and Dot is as quiet as a mouse."
Fletcher considered the point. "I believe it"s a fairly respectable crowd," he said, looking at Dot. "But you"re tired."
"Oh, no," she said at once. "I don"t feel a bit sleepy. Let us go in by all means if you think no one will mind! I like watching billiards, too."
"It"s a man called Warden," said Adela. "That"s the new manager of the Fortescue Gold Mine, isn"t it? They say he has the most marvelous luck.
He is playing the old manager--Harley, and giving him fifty points.
There"s some pretty warm betting going on, I can tell you. Do let us go and have a look at them! They"ve got the girl from the bar to mark for them, so we shan"t be the only women there."
She was evidently on fire for this new excitement, and Fletcher Hill, seeing that Dot meant what she said, led the way without further discussion. He paused outside the billiard-room door, which stood ajar; for a tense silence reigned. But it was broken in a moment by the sharp clash of the b.a.l.l.s and a perfect howl of enthusiasm from the spectators.
"Oh, it"s over!" exclaimed Adela. "What a pity! Never mind! Let"s go in!
Perhaps they"ll play again."