u are a bit older than me,
darling, but even you don't know everything--no, not quite everything."

The mocking face was turned up, radiant in the love-light of its
obsession. Upon the rich, full lips he dropped his own. And the golden
glory from above warmed down upon a shining world in its wild splendour
here of forest and waste and cliff, and the joyous voices of Nature
echoed their multitudinous but ever blending notes. The glow of Heaven
lay upon all, and its peace upon two hearts.

"No, I do not know everything," he said at last, "for I did not know
that the whole world could contain one like you."

Her fingers, intertwined with his, closed upon them in unspoken
response. Both seemed to lack heart to revert to more serious and
mundane talk in the happiness of the hour; and in God's name, why should
they, seeing that such hours can come to few, and then but seldom in a
lifetime?

"_Baas. Myn lieve Baas_?"

"What do you want, old Sanna?" said Wyvern, frowning at the
interruption, yet not moving. "Go away. You are disturbing us."

"But _myn Baas_," persisted the old woman, deprecatorily. "I think
something must be dead--there--down by the river. The aasvogels are
like a very cloud."

"I don't care if something is dead," he answered. "I don't care if all
the world were dead--in fact I wish it was. So go away and don't come
bothering me again until I call you."

She obeyed, not in the least huffy. Romance appeals to all natures and
nationalities and ages, and even this semi-civilised old scion of a very
inferior race was not impervious to a sympathetic heart-warming over the
situation.

"Let's go and see what she means, dearest," said Lalante after the old
woman had gone. "I feel as if I should like to move a little, and--are
we not still together?"

They went round to the angle of the house, whence they could see to the
point indicated. The great scavengers of the air were wheeling and
circling in hundreds, away down by the river bank, white and fleecy
against the cloudless blue.

"They must have found that wretched Kafir," said the girl. "Isn't that
somewhere about where he'd be lying?"

"Yes. But they wouldn't be able to get at him. He fell into a part of
the _donga_ which is entirely sheltered by bush and prickly pears. What
they have found is the mutton, which in the delight of your arrival I
clean forgot to send someone to fetch."

She pressed to her side the hand which lay pass