s rocky bed beneath.
"There are other and pleasanter places in this country than the High
Veldt," he said at last, but in the tone of an advocate pleading a
hopeless cause, and that cause his own.
"But even then," she rejoined, her voice softening as though in
compunction over the final stab she was about to inflict, "even then--no
one is less qualified to make you happy than I am, believe me. Why, you
don't really know me as I am! Sometimes I think I hardly know myself."
"You do yourself injustice," he said. "Give me the opportunity of
proving it."
A curious passing spasm--a kind of a stormy look--shot across the
beautiful face.
"You are too generous," she replied vehemently, "and far too good to be
made miserable for life by such a little wretch as I am. Better, far,
feel a little sorry now than that."
"And you are underrating yourself. But I will not hurry you. Take
time; but oh, my darling, don't tell me that what you said just now is
your final answer."
"I must tell you that very thing. It cuts me to the heart to give you
pain; and that is more than I have been able to say before to any man
living. But--there are reasons--if you only knew. There. Forget that
I ever said that. But I know that with you anything I may say is as
safe as death itself."
This time he made no reply. For one brief instant their eyes met, and
in that instant he understood her; understood, too, that her first
answer was final.
Yet he was goodly to look upon, this man, with his splendid physique,
and refined, noble countenance. Many a feminine heart, we trow, would
have beat quicker--but with vivid joy--at such words as he had addressed
to his present companion. Many a pair of eyes would have brightened
gladsomely into a quick love-light. Many another would have desired no
better protector and stay until her life's end than this man now riding
by the side of her who had rejected him.
To propose on horseback is the very worst place a man can choose wherein
to propose, says some one or other, by reason of both the proposer and
proposee being in a measure subject to the precarious whims of one or a
pair of wholly unreliable quadrupeds. He who now rode there had either
never heard that salutary axiom or had forgotten it for the occasion;
but now he was made to feel its force by a male voice, some little
distance ahead, hallooing--
"Now, you two good people, spur up, or we shall never get there
to-night!"
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