hat was there about
him that did not somehow tally with the Guy of her memory and her
dreams? He was older, of course; he was more mature, bigger in
every way. But she missed something. There was no kindling of
pleasure in his eyes. They looked upon her kindly. Ah, yes; but
the rapture--where was the rapture of greeting?
A sense of coldness went through her. Her hands fell from his. He
had changed--he had changed indeed! His eyes were too keen. She
thought they held a calculating expression. And the South African
sun had tanned him almost bronze. His chin had a stubbly look.
The Guy she had known had been perfectly smooth of skin.
She looked at him with a rather piteous attempt to laugh. "I
wonder I knew you at all," she said, "with that hideous embryo
beard. I'm sure you haven't shaved to-day."
He put up a hand and felt his chin. "No, I shaved yesterday," he
said, and laughed. "I've been too busy to-day."
That reassured her. The laugh at least was like Guy, brief though
it was. "Horrid boy!" she said. "Well, help me collect my things.
We'll talk afterwards."
He helped her. He went into the carriage she had just left and
pulled out all her belongings. These he dumped on the platform and
told her to wait while he collected the rest.
She stood obediently in the turmoil of Britons, Boers, and Kaffirs,
that surged around. She felt bewildered, strung up, unlike
herself. It was a land of strangers, indeed, and she felt forlorn
and rather frightened. Why had Guy looked at her so oddly? Why
had his welcome been so cold? Could it be--could it be--that he
was not pleased to see her, that--that--possibly he did not want
her? The dreadful chill went through her again like a sword
thrusting at her heart, and with it went old Jeffcott's warning
words: "Do you ever ask yourself what sort of man he may be after
five years? I'll warrant he's lived every minute of it. He's the
sort that would."
She had felt no doubt then, nor ever since, until this moment. And
now--now it came upon her and overwhelmed her. She glanced about
her, almost as one seeking escape.
"I've fixed everything up. Come along to the railway hotel! You
must be pretty tired." He had returned to her, and he stood looking
at her with those strangely keen eyes, almost as if he had never
seen her before, she thought to herself desolately.
She looked bade at him with unconscious appeal in her own. "I am
tired," she said,
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