ns of my poor
torn heart and almost persuading myself that I had won a victory, a
letter came by the evening post which turned all my great plans to dust
and ashes.

The letter was from Martin. Only four little pages, written in my
darling's rugged hand, half serious and half playful, yet they made the
earth rock and reel beneath me.

"MY DEAR LITTLE WOMAN,--_Just back from Windsor. Stunning 'do.'
Tell you all about it when I get back home. Meantime up to my eyes
in work. Arrangements for next Expedition going ahead splendidly.
Had a meeting of the committee yesterday and settled to sail by the
'Orient' third week in August, so as to get down to Winter Quarters
in time to start south in October.

"Our own little affair has got to come off first, though, so I'll
see the High Bailiff as soon as I return.

"And what do you think, my 'chree'? The boys of the 'Scotia' are
all coming over to Ellan for the great event. 'Deed, yes, though,
every man-jack of them! Scientific staff included, not to speak of
O'Sullivan and old Treacle--who swears you blew a kiss to him. They
remember you coming down to Tilbury. Aw, God bless me soul, gel,
the way they're talking of you! There's no holding them at all at
all!

"Seriously, darling, you have no time to lose in making your
preparations. My plan is to take you to New Zealand and leave you
at Wellington (good little town, good people, too) while I make my
bit of a trip to the Pole.

"We'll arrange about Girlie when I reach home, which will be next
week, I hope--or rather fear--for every day is like a month when
I'm away from you.

"But never mind, little woman! Once I get this big Expedition over
we are not going to be separated any more. Not for a single day as
long as we live, dearest! No, by the Lord God--life's too short for
it._

"MART."

ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEENTH CHAPTER

After I had read this letter I saw that my great battle, which I had
supposed to be over, was hardly begun.

Martin was coming home with his big heart full of love for me, and my
own heart ran out to meet him.

He intended to sail for New Zealand the second week in August, and he
expected to take me with him.

In spite of all my religious fears and misgivings, I asked myself why I
should not go? What was to prevent me? What sin had I really committed?
W