Captain Desmond, V.C.. Diver Maud

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      The dead dog lay full in the middle of the path; and Honor, still holding her revolver, stood only a few yards away. At sight of these things the faint shadow of irritation upon Evelyn's face deepened to disgust, not unmixed with fear, and her voice had a touch of sharpness in it as she turned upon her husband.

      "Who on earth put that horrible dog there, Theo? And why is Honor wandering about with a pistol? I met a whole lot of natives coming away. Has anything been happening?"

      "The dog was mad, and Honor shot him," Desmond answered, with cool abruptness. Her manner of parting from Kresney had set the blood throbbing in his temples. "I only had a stick to tackle him with; and she very pluckily came to my rescue."

      While he spoke, Honor turned and went into the house. She was convinced that Evelyn would strike a jarring note, and in her present mood felt ill able to endure it.

      Evelyn frowned.

      "Oh, Theo, how troublesome you are! If the dog had bitten a few natives, who'd have cared?"

      "Their relations, I suppose. And there was a child in danger, Evelyn."

      "Poor little thing! But you really can't go about trying to get killed for the benefit of any stray sort of people. I am thankful I wasn't here!"

      "Yes – it was just as well," her husband answered drily, as he handed her out of the jhampan. "What brought you back so early?"

      "The sun was too hot. I had a headache; and we were all playing abominably. I'm going in now, to lie down."

      She paused beside him, and her eyes lingered upon his empty coat-sleeve. Lifting it distastefully between finger and thumb, she glanced up at him with a droop of her delicate lips.

      "When is it going to be better? I hate to see you looking all one-sided like that."

      "I'm sorry," he answered humbly. "But Nature won't be persuaded to hurry herself – even to please you." He scrutinised her face with a shade of anxiety.

      "You do look white, Ladybird. How would it be if I took you to Murree in a week's time?"

      "It would be simply lovely! Can you do it – really? Would you let me go so soon?"

      "Let you go? Do you think I want to keep you here a moment later than you care to stay?"

      "Theo!" Instant reproach clouded the April brightness of her face. "How horrid you are! I thought you liked to have me here as long as possible."

      He laughed outright at that. He was apt to find her unreasonableness more charming than irritating.

      "Surely, little woman, that goes without saying. But if the heat is troubling you, and headaches, I like better to have you where you can be rid of both; and as the notion seems to please you, we'll consider the matter settled."

      Between nine and ten that evening, when the three were sitting together in the drawing-room, the outer stillness was broken by a sound of many footsteps and voices rapidly nearing the house. No native crowd this time. The steps and voices were unmistakably English; and Desmond rose hastily.

      "This must be Rajinder Singh's doing! It looks as if they meant to overwhelm us in force."

      Evelyn had risen also, with a slight frown between her brows.

      "Can't I go to bed before they come, Theo? I'm very tired, and they're sure to make a dreadful noise."

      "I'm afraid that won't do at all," he said decisively, a rare note of reproof in his tone. "They probably won't stop long, and you must please stay up till they go."

      As he spoke, Harry Denvil in white Mess uniform, scarlet kummerband, and jingling spurs, plunged into the room.

      "I'm only the advance guard! The whole regiment's coming on behind – even the Colonel – to drink Miss Meredith's health!" He turned upon the girl and shook hands with her at great length. "All the same, you know," he protested laughing, "it's not fair play for you to go doing that sort of thing. Wish I'd had the chance of it myself!"

      Such speeches are impossible to answer; and Honor was thankful that the main body of troops arrived in time to save her from the futile attempt.

      But she was only at the beginning of her ordeal.

      By the time that Mrs Olliver and six men had wrung her hand with varying degrees of vigour, each adding a characteristic tribute of thanks and praise, her cheeks were on fire; and a mist, which she tried vainly to dispel, blurred her vision.

      Through that mist, she was aware of Frank vigorously shaking hands with Desmond, scolding and blessing him in one breath. "Ah, Theo, man, you're a shocking bad lot!" was her sisterly greeting. "Never clear out o' one frying-pan till you're into the next! Thank the Powers Miss Meredith was handy." And swinging round on her heel she accosted the girl herself. "No mistaking the stock you come of, Honor, me dear!"

      Submerged in blushes, Honor could scarce command her voice. "But really – I only – "

      "You only hit the bull's eye like a man, Miss Meredith," Captain Olliver took her up promptly. "The Major never told us he was adding a crack shot to the regiment!" And he swept her a bow that reduced her to silence.

      More overwhelming than all were the few direct words from Colonel Buchanan himself; a tall, hard-featured Scot, so entirely absorbed in his profession that he never, save of dire necessity, set foot in a lady's drawing-room.

      Paul Wyndham introduced him, and moved aside, leaving them together. For an instant he treated the girl to the quiet scrutiny of clear blue eyes, unpleasantly penetrating. He had scarcely looked at her till now. Still unreconciled to Desmond's marriage, he had resented the introduction of a third woman into the regiment; and he found himself momentarily bewildered by her beauty.

      "I ought to be better acquainted with you, Miss Meredith," he said a little stiffly, sincerity struggling through natural reticence, like a light through a fog. "I'm no lady's man, as you probably know, but I had to come and thank you to-night. Desmond's quite my finest officer – no disrespect to your brother; he knows it as well as I do – "

      "Here you are, Colonel!" Geoff Olliver thrust a long tumbler into his senior's hand. "We're going to let off steam by drinking Miss Meredith's health before we go back."

      Honor looked round hastily, in hopes of effecting an escape, and was confronted by Desmond's eyes looking straight into her own. He lifted his glass with a smile of the frankest friendliness; and the rest followed his example.

      "Miss Meredith, your very good health."

      The words went round the room in a deep disjointed murmur; and Frank Olliver, stepping impulsively forward, held out her glass to the girl.

      "Here's to your health and good luck, with all my heart, Honor, … the Honor o' the regiment!" she added, with a flash of her white teeth.

      Uproarious shouts greeted the spontaneous sally.

      "Hear, hear! Well played, indeed, Mrs Olliver! Pity Meredith couldn't have heard that."

      Olliver laid a heavy hand on Desmond's shoulder.

      "Tell you what, old chap," he said. "You must come back with us; and, by Jove, we'll make a СКАЧАТЬ