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anything I imagined,’ said Torpenhow.
‘Oh, the everlasting Dick, I suppose! You fuss over him like a hen with one chick. Let him run riot if he thinks it’ll amuse him. You can whip a young pup off feather, but you can’t whip a young man.’
‘It isn’t a woman. It’s one woman; and it’s a girl.’
‘Where’s your proof?’
‘He got up and went out at eight this morning,—got up in the middle of the night, by Jove! a thing he never does except when he’s on service. Even then, remember, we had to kick him out of his blankets before the fight began at El-Maghrib. It’s disgusting.’
‘It looks odd; but maybe he’s decided to buy a horse at last. He might get up for that, mightn’t he?’
‘Buy a blazing wheelbarrow! He’d have told us if there was a horse in the wind. It’s a girl.’
‘Don’t be certain. Perhaps it’s only a married woman.’
‘Dick has some sense of humour, if you haven’t. Who gets up in the gray dawn to call on another man’s wife? It’s a girl.’
‘Let it be a girl, then. She may teach him that there’s somebody else in the world besides himself.’
‘She’ll spoil his hand. She’ll waste his time, and she’ll marry him, and ruin his work for ever. He’ll be a respectable married man before we can stop him, and—he’ll ever go on the long trail again.’
‘All quite possible, but the earth won’t spin the other way when that happens…. No! ho! I’d give something to see Dick “go wooing with the boys.” Don’t worry about it. These things be with Allah, and we can only look on. Get the chessmen.’
The red-haired girl was lying down in her own room, staring at the ceiling. The footsteps of people on the pavement sounded, as they grew indistinct in the distance, like a many-times-repeated kiss that was all one long kiss. Her hands were by her side, and they opened and shut savagely from time to time.
The charwoman in charge of the scrubbing of the studio knocked at her door: ‘Beg y’ pardon, miss, but in cleanin’ of a floor there’s two, not to say three, kind of soap, which is yaller, an’ mottled, an’ disinfectink. Now, jist before I took my pail into the passage I though it would be pre’aps jest as well if I was to come up ’ere an’ ask you what sort of soap you was wishful that I should use on them boards. The yaller soap, miss——’
There was nothing in the speech to have caused the paroxysm of fury that drove the red-haired girl into the middle of the room, almost shouting—
‘Do you suppose I care what you use? Any kind will do!—any kind!’
The woman fled, and the red-haired girl looked at her own reflection in the glass for an instant and covered her face with her hands. It was as though she had shouted some shameless secret aloud.
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Chapter VII
Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love’s delight.
She would none of all my posies—
Bade me gather her blue roses.
Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew;
Half the world unto my quest
Answered but with laugh and jest.
It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest—
Roses white and red are best!—Blue Roses
The sea had not changed. Its waters were low on the mud-banks, and the Marazion Bell-buoy clanked and swung in the tide-way. On the white beach-sand dried stumps of sea-poppy shivered and chattered.
‘I don’t see the old breakwater,’ said Maisie, under her breath.
‘Let’s be thankful that we have as much as we have. I don’t believe they’ve mounted a single new gun on the fort since we were here. Come and look.’
They came to the glacis of Fort Keeling, and sat down in a nook sheltered from the wind under the tarred throat of a forty-pounder cannon.
‘Now, if Ammoma were only here!’ said Maisie.
For a long time both were silent. Then Dick took Maisie’s hand and called her by her name.
She shook her head and looked out to sea.
‘Maisie, darling, doesn’t it make any difference?’
‘No!’ between clenched teeth. ‘I’d—I’d tell you if it did; but it doesn’t, Oh, Dick, please be sensible.’
‘Don’t you think that it ever will?’
‘No, I’m sure it won’t.’
‘Why?’
Maisie rested her chin on her hand, and, still regarding the sea, spoke hurriedly—
‘I know what you want perfectly well, but I can’t give it to you, Dick. It isn’t my fault; indeed, it isn’t. If I felt that I could care for any one—— But I don’t feel that I care. I simply don’t understand what the feeling means.’
‘Is that true, dear?’
‘You’ve been very good to me, Dickie; and the only way I can pay you back is by speaking the truth. I daren’t tell a fib. I despise myself quite enough as it is.’
‘What in the world for?’
‘Because—because I take everything that you give me and I give you nothing in return. It’s mean and selfish of me, and whenever I think of it it worries me.’
‘Understand once for all, then, that I can manage my own affairs, and if I choose to do anything you aren’t to blame. You haven’t a single thing to reproach yourself with, darling.’
‘Yes, I have, and talking only makes it worse.’
‘Then don’t talk about it.’
‘How can I help myself? If you find me alone for a minute you are always talking about it; and when you aren’t you look it. You don’t know how I despise myself sometimes.’
‘Great goodness!’ said Dick, nearly jumping to his feet. ‘Speak the truth now, Maisie, if you never speak it again! Do I—does this worrying bore you?’
‘No. It does not.’
‘You’d tell me if it did?’
‘I should let you know, I think.’
‘Thank you. The other thing is fatal. But you must learn to forgive a man when he’s in love. He’s always a nuisance. You must have known that?’
Maisie did not consider the last question worth answering, and Dick was forced to repeat it.
‘There were other men, of course. They always worried just when I was in the middle of my work, and wanted me to listen to them.’
‘Did you listen?’
‘At first; and they couldn’t understand why I didn’t care. And they used to praise my pictures; and I thought they meant it. I used to be proud of the praise, and tell Kami, and—I shall never forget—once Kami laughed at me.’
‘You don’t like being laughed at, Maisie, do you?’
‘I hate it. I never laugh at other people unless—unless they do bad work. Dick, tell me honestly what you think of