"My worst enemy made the phrase effective at any rate, Miss Deane."
"You mean that he ruined your career?"
"Well--er--yes. I suppose that describes the position with fair accuracy."
"Was he a very great scoundrel?"
"He was, and is."
Jenks spoke with quiet bitterness. The girl"s words had evoked a sudden flood of recollection. For the moment he did not notice how he had been trapped into speaking of himself, nor did he see the quiet content on Iris"s face when she elicited the information that his chief foe was a man. A certain tremulous hesitancy in her manner when she next spoke might have warned him, but his hungry soul caught only the warm sympathy of her words, which fell like rain on parched soil.
"You are tired," she said. "Won"t you smoke for a little while, and talk to me?"
He produced his pipe and tobacco, but he used his right hand awkwardly.
It was evident to her alert eyes that the torn quick on his injured finger was hurting him a great deal. The exciting events of the morning had caused him temporarily to forget his wound, and the rapid coursing of the blood through the veins was now causing him agonized throbs.
With a cry of distress she sprang to her feet and insisted upon washing the wound. Then she tenderly dressed it with a strip of linen well soaked in brandy, thinking the while, with a sudden rush of color to her face, that although he could suggest this remedy for her slight hurt, he gave no thought to his own serious injury. Finally she pounced upon his pipe and tobacco-box.
"Don"t be alarmed," she laughed. "I have often filled my father"s pipe for him. First, you put the tobacco in loosely, taking care not to use any that is too finely powdered. Then you pack the remainder quite tightly. But I was nearly forgetting. I haven"t blown, through the pipe to see if it is clean."
She suited the action to the word, using much needless breath in the operation.
"That is a first-rate pipe," she declared. "My father always said that a straight stem, with the bowl at a right angle, was the correct shape.
You evidently agree with him."
"Absolutely."
"You will like my father when you meet him. He is the very best man alive, I am sure."
"You two are great friends, then?"
"Great friends! He is the only friend I possess in the world."
"What! Is that quite accurate?"
"Oh, quite. Of course, Mr. Jenks, I can never forget how much I owe to you. I like you immensely, too, although you are so--so gruff to me at times. But--but--you see, my father and I have always been together. I have neither brother nor sister, not even a cousin. My dear mother died from some horrid fever when I was quite a little girl. My father is everything to me."
"Dear child!" he murmured, apparently uttering his thoughts aloud rather than addressing her directly. "So you find me gruff, eh?"
"A regular bear, when you lecture me. But that is only occasionally.
You can be very nice when you like, when you forget your past troubles.
And pray, why do you call me a child?
"Have I done so?"
"Not a moment ago. How old are you, Mr. Jenks? I am twenty--twenty last December."
"And I," he said, "will be twenty-eight in August."
"Good gracious!" she gasped. "I am very sorry, but I really thought you were forty at least."
"I look it, no doubt. Let me be equally candid and admit that you, too, show your age markedly."
She smiled nervously. "What a lot of trouble you must have had to--to--to give you those little wrinkles in the corners of your mouth and eyes," she said.
"Wrinkles! How terrible!"
"I don"t know. I think they rather suit you; besides, it was stupid of me to imagine you were so old. I suppose exposure to the sun creates wrinkles, and you must have lived much in the open air."
"Early rising and late going to bed are bad for the complexion," he declared, solemnly.
"I often wonder how army officers manage to exist," she said. "They never seem to get enough sleep, in the East, at any rate. I have seen them dancing for hours after midnight, and heard of them pig-sticking or schooling hunters at five o"clock next morning."
"So you a.s.sume I have been in the army?"
"I am quite sure of it."
"May I ask why?"
"Your manner, your voice, your quiet air of authority, the very way you walk, all betray you."
"Then," he said sadly, "I will not attempt to deny the fact. I held a commission in the Indian Staff Corps for nine years. It was a hobby of mine, Miss Deane, to make myself acquainted with the best means of victualing my men and keeping them in good health under all sorts of fanciful conditions and in every kind of climate, especially under circ.u.mstances when ordinary stores were not available. With that object in view I read up every possible country in which my regiment might be engaged, learnt the local names of common articles of food, and ascertained particularly what provision nature made to sustain life.
The study interested me. Once, during the Soudan campaign, it was really useful, and procured me promotion."
"Tell me about it."
"During some operations in the desert it was necessary for my troop to follow up a small party of rebels mounted on camels, which, as you probably know, can go without water much longer than horses. We were almost within striking distance, when our horses completely gave out, but I luckily noticed indications which showed that there was water beneath a portion of the plain much below the general level. Half an hour"s spade work proved that I was right. We took up the pursuit again, and ran the quarry to earth, and I got my captaincy."
"Was there no fight?"
He paused an appreciable time before replying. Then he evidently made up his mind to perform some disagreeable task. The watching girl could see the change in his face, the sharp transition from eager interest to angry resentment.
"Yes," he went on at last, "there was a fight. It was a rather stiff affair, because a troop of British cavalry which should have supported me had turned back, owing to the want of water already mentioned. But that did not save the officer in charge of the 24th Lancers from being severely reprimanded."
"The 24th Lancers!" cried Iris. "Lord Ventnor"s regiment!"
"Lord Ventnor was the officer in question."
Her face crimonsed. "Then you know him?" she said.
"I do."
"Is he your enemy?"
"Yes."
"And that is why you were so agitated that last day on the _Sirdar_, when poor Lady Tozer asked me if I were engaged to him?"