"Maybe. For all that, the tone of your message was no altogether what one would call conciliatory. It informed us that ye would arrange for the postponed meeting at your earliest convenience. Ye did not mention ours."
"I pointed that out to him, and he said it didn"t matter," Carroll interrupted with a laugh.
Nairn spread out his hands in expostulation, but there was dry appreciation in his eyes.
"Young blood must have its way." He paused and looked thoughtful. "Ye will no have said anything definite to Horsfield yet about the smelter?"
"No. So far, I"m not sure that it would pay us to put up the plant; and the other man"s terms are lower."
"Maybe," Nairn answered, and he made the single word very expressive. "Ye have had the handling of the thing; but henceforward it will be necessary to get the sanction of the board. However, ye will meet Horsfield to-night. We expect him and his sister."
Vane thought he had been favored with a hint, but he fancied also that his host was not inimical and was merely reserving his judgment with Caledonian caution. Nairn changed the subject.
"So ye"re going to England for a holiday. Ye will have friends who"ll be glad to see ye yonder?"
"I"ve one sister, but no other near relatives. But I expect to spend some time with people you know. The Chisholms are old family friends, and, as you will remember, it was through them that I first approached you."
Then, obeying one of the impulses which occasionally swayed him, he turned to Mrs. Nairn.
"I"m grateful to them for sending me the letter of introduction to your husband, because in many ways I"m in his debt. He didn"t treat me as the others did when I first went round this city with a few mineral specimens."
He had expected nothing when he spoke, but there was a responsive look in the lady"s face which hinted that he had made a friend. As a matter of fact, he owed a good deal to his host. There is a vein of human kindness in the Scot, and he is often endowed with a keen, half-instinctive judgment of his fellows which renders him less likely to be impressed by outward appearances and the accidental advantages of polished speech or tasteful dress than his southern neighbors. Vane would have had even more trouble in floating his company had not Nairn been satisfied with him.
"So ye are meaning to stay with Chisholm!" the latter exclaimed. "We had Evelyn here two years ago, and Clara said something about her coming out again."
"It"s nine years since I saw Evelyn."
"Then there"s a surprise in store for ye. I believe they"ve a bonny place--and there"s no doubt Chisholm will make ye welcome."
The slight pause was expressive. It implied that Nairn, who had a somewhat biting humor, could furnish a reason for Chisholm"s hospitality if he desired, and Vane was confirmed in this supposition when he saw the warning look which his hostess cast at her husband.
"It"s likely that we"ll have Evelyn again in the fall," she said hastily.
"It"s a very small world, Mr. Vane."
"It"s a far cry from Vancouver to England," Vane replied. "How did you first come to know Chisholm?"
Nairn answered him.
"Our acquaintance began with business. A concern that he was chairman of had invested in British Columbian mining stock; and he"s some kind of connection of Colquhoun"s."
Colquhoun was a man of some importance, who held a Crown appointment, and Vane felt inclined to wonder why Chisholm had not sent him a letter to him. Afterward, he guessed at the reason, which was not flattering to himself or his host. Nairn and he chatted a while on business topics, until there was a sound of voices below, and going down in company with Mrs. Nairn they found two or three new arrivals in the entrance hall.
More came in; and when they sat down to supper, Vane was given a place beside a young lady whom he had already met.
Jessy Horsfield was about his own age; tall and slight in figure, with regular features, a rather colorless face, and eyes of a cold, light blue. There was, however, something striking in her appearance, and Vane was gratified by her graciousness to him. Her brother sat almost opposite them: a tall, spare man, with a somewhat expressionless countenance, except for the aggressive hardness in his eyes. Vane had noticed this look, and it had aroused his dislike, but he had not observed it in the eyes of Miss Horsfield, though it was present now and then. Nor did he realize that while she chatted she was un.o.btrusively studying him. She had not favored him with much notice when she was in his company on a previous occasion; he had been a man of no importance then.
He was now dressed in ordinary attire, and the well-cut garments displayed his lean, athletic figure. His face, Miss Horsfield decided, was a good one: not exactly handsome, but attractive in its frankness; and she liked the way he had of looking steadily at the person he addressed. Though he had been, as she knew, a wandering chopper, a survey packer, and, for a time, an unsuccessful prospector, there was no coa.r.s.ening stamp of toil on him. Indeed, the latter is not common in the West, where as yet the division of employments is not practised to the extent it is in older countries. Specialization has its advantages; but it brands a man"s profession upon him and renders it difficult for him to change it. Except for the clear bronze of his skin, Vane might just have left a Government office, or have come out from London or Montreal. He was, moreover, a man whose acquaintance might be worth cultivating.
"I suppose you are glad you have finished your work in the bush," she remarked presently. "It must be nice to get back to civilization."
Vane smiled as he glanced round the room. It ran right across the house, and through the open windows came the clank of a locomotive bell down by the wharf and the rattle of a steamer"s winch. The sounds appealed to him. They suggested organized activity, the stir of busy life; and it was pleasant to hear them after the silence of the bush. The gleam of snowy linen, dainty gla.s.s and silver caught his eye; and the hum of careless voices and the light laughter were soothing.
"Yes; it"s remarkably nice after living for nine years in the wilderness, with only an occasional visit to some little wooden town."
A fresh dish was laid before him, and his companion smiled.
"You didn"t get things of this kind among the pines."
"No," laughed Vane. "In fact, cookery is one of the bushman"s trials; anyway, when he"s working for himself. You come back dead tired, and often very wet, to your lonely tent, and then there"s a fire to make and supper to get before you can rest. It happens now and then that you"re too played out to trouble, and you go to sleep instead."
"Dreadful!" sympathized the girl. "But you have been in Vancouver before?"
"Except on the last occasion, I stayed down near the water-front. We were not provided with luxurious quarters or with suppers of this kind there."
"It"s romantic; and, though you"re glad it"s over, there must be some satisfaction in feeling that you owe the change to your own efforts. I mean it must be nice to think one has captured a fair share of the good things of life, instead of having them accidentally thrust upon one.
Doesn"t it give you a feeling that in some degree you"re master of your fate? I should like that"
It was subtle flattery, and there were reasons why it appealed to the man. He had worked for others, sometimes for inadequate wages, and had wandered about the Province, dusty and footsore, in search of employment, besides being beaten down at many a small bargain by richer or more fortunately situated men. Now, however, he had resolved that there should be a difference; instead of begging favors, he would dictate terms.
"I should have imagined it," he laughed, in answer to her last remark; and he was right, for Jessy Horsfield was a clever woman who loved power and influence.
Vane dropped his napkin, and was stooping to pick it up when an attendant handed it back to him. He noticed and responded to the glimmer of amus.e.m.e.nt in his companion"s eyes.
"We are not accustomed to being waited on in the bush," he explained. "It takes some time to get used to the change. When we wanted anything there we got it for ourselves."
"Is that, in its wider sense, a characteristic of most bushmen?"
"I don"t quite follow."
The girl laughed.
"I suppose one could divide men into two cla.s.ses: those who are able to get the things they desire for themselves--which implies the possession of certain eminently useful qualities--and those who have them given to them. In Canada the former are the more numerous."
"There"s a third division," Vane corrected her, with a trace of grimness.
"I mean those who want a good many things and have to learn to do without. It strikes me they"re the most numerous of all."
"It"s no doubt excellent discipline," retorted his companion.
She looked at him boldly, for she was interested in the man and was not afraid of personalities.
"In any case, you have now pa.s.sed out of that division."
Vane sat silent for the next few moments. Up to the age of eighteen most of his reasonable wishes had been gratified. Then had come a startling change, and he had discovered in the Dominion that he must lead a life of Spartan self-denial. He had had the strength to do so, and for nine years he had resolutely banished most natural longings. Amus.e.m.e.nts, in some of which he excelled, the society of women, all the small amenities of life, were things which must be foregone, and he had forced himself to be content with food and, as a rule, very indifferent shelter. This, as his companion suggested, had proved a wholesome discipline, since it had not soured him. Now, though he did not overvalue them, he rejoiced in his new surroundings, and the girl"s comeliness and quickness of comprehension had their full effect.
"It was you who located the Clermont Mine, wasn"t it?" she went on.
"I read something about it in the papers--I think they said it was copper ore."
This vagueness was misleading, for her brother had given her a good deal of definite information about the mine.
"Yes," replied Vane, willing to take up any subject she suggested; "it"s copper ore, but there"s some silver combined with it. Of course, the value of any ore depends upon two things--the percentage of the metal, and the cost of extracting it."