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Her Own Free Will
by
“My dear child,” protested the Colonel, making himself heard at length in her pause for breath. “No one wants you to go anywhere or do anything against your will. Piet Cradock isn’t so unreasonable as that, if he is a Dutchman. Now don’t distress yourself. There isn’t the smallest necessity for that. I thought it just possible that you might like the idea as I was to be with you. But as you don’t–well, there’s an end of it. We will say no more.”
Nan’s arm was around his neck as he ended, her cheek against his forehead.
“Dear, dear daddy, don’t think I’m cross with you. You’re just the sweetest old darling in the world, and I’d go to Kamschatka with you gladly–in fact, anywhere–anywhere–except South Africa. Can’t we go somewhere together, just you and I? Let’s go to Jamaica. I’m sure I can afford it.”
“No, no, no!” protested the Colonel. “Get away with you, you baggage! What are you thinking of? Miss the cubbing season? Not I. And not you either, if I know you. There! Run along to bed, and take my blessing with you. I’ll send a line to Piet, if you like, and tell him you don’t object to waiting for him a bit longer under your old father’s roof. Come, be off with you! I’m going to lock up.”
He hoisted himself out of his chair with the words, looked at her fondly for a moment, took her pretty face between his hands, and kissed her twice.
“She’s the worst pickle of the lot,” he declared softly.
He did not add that she was also his darling of them all, but this was a perfectly open secret between them, and had been such as long as Nan could remember. She laughed up at him with tender impudence in recognition of the fact.
CHAPTER V
The letter from Piet Cradock was not again referred to by either Nan or her father. The latter answered it in his own way after the lapse of a few weeks. He was of a peaceable, easy-going nature himself, and he did not anticipate any trouble with Nan’s husband. After all, the child’s reluctance to leave her home was perfectly natural. He, for his part, had never fully understood the attraction which his son-in-law had exercised upon her. He had been glad enough to have his favourite daughter provided for, but the actual parting with her had been a serious trouble to him, the most serious he had known for years, and he had been very far from desiring to quarrel with the Fate that had restored her to him.
He was comfortably convinced that Piet would understand all this. Moreover, the fellow was clearly very busy. All his energies seemed to be fully occupied. He would have but little time to spare for his wife, even if he had her at his side. No, on the whole, the Colonel was of opinion that Nan’s decision was a wise one, and it seemed to him that, upon reflection, his son-in-law could scarcely fail to agree with him.
Something of this he expressed in his letter when he eventually roused himself to reply to Piet’s invitation, and therewith he dismissed all further thought upon the subject from his mind. His darling had pleased herself all her life, and naturally she would continue to do so.
His letter went into silence, but there was nothing surprising in this fact. Piet was, of course, too busy to have any leisure for private affairs. The whole matter slid into the past with the utmost ease. No doubt he would come home some day, but very possibly not for years, and the Colonel was quite content with this vague prospect.
As for Nan, she flicked the matter from her with the utmost nonchalance. Since her father had undertaken to explain things, she did not even trouble herself to write an answer to her husband’s letter. That letter had, in fact, very deeply wounded her pride. It had been a command, and Nan was not accustomed to such treatment. Never, in all her unruly life, had she yielded obedience to any. No discipline had ever tamed her. She had been free, free as air, and she had not the vaguest intention of submitting herself to the authority of anyone. The bare idea was unthinkably repugnant to her, foreign to her whole nature.