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There was an involuntary touch of sadness in the man’s quiet speech. He no longer looked at Averil, and his face in repose wore an expression of unutterable weariness.

Averil held out her hand with an abrupt, childlike impulse.

“Colonel Carlyon,” she said, speaking very rapidly, “you are right. I don’t understand. I think you hold too stern a view of your responsibilities. I believe no woman could think otherwise. But at the same time I do still believe you are a good man. I shall always believe it.”

Carlyon glanced at her quickly. Her face was flushed, her eyes very eager. He looked away again almost instantly, but he took her outstretched hand.

“Thank you, Averil,” he said gravely. “I believe under the circumstances few women would have said the same. Tell me! Did I hear a rumour that you are going out to India yourself very shortly?”

She nodded. “I have almost promised to go,” she said. “I have a married sister at Sharapura. I wrote to her of my engagement, and she wrote back, begging me to go to her if I could. She and her husband have been disappointed several times about coming home, and it is still uncertain when they will manage it. She wants to see me before I marry and settle down, she says.”

“And you want to go?”

“Of course I do,” said Averil, with enthusiasm. “It has always been a standing promise that I should go some day.”

“And what does Derrick say to it?”

“Oh, Dick! He was very cross at first. But I have propitiated him by promising to marry him as soon as I get back, which will be probably this time next year.”

Averil’s face grew suddenly grave.

“I hope you will both be very happy,” said Carlyon, rather formally.

“Thank you,” said Averil, looking up at him. “It would make me much happier if–you and Dick could be friends before then.”

“Would it?” said Carlyon thoughtfully. “I wonder why.”

“I should like my friends to be Dick’s friends,” she said, with slight hesitation.

Carlyon smiled a little. “Forgive me, Miss Eversley, for being monotonous!” he said…. “But, once more–how generous!”

Averil turned sharply away, inexplicably hurt by what she considered the note of mockery in his voice, and went out, leaving him alone before the fire. Emphatically this man was entirely beyond her understanding.

But, nevertheless, when they met again, she had forgiven him.

VI

FIEND OR KING?

“Hullo, doctor! What news?” sang out a curly-haired subaltern on the steps of the club, a newly-erected, wooden bungalow of which the little Frontier station was immensely proud. “You’re looking infernally serious. What’s the matter?”

Dr. Seddon rolled stoutly off his steaming pony and went to join his questioner.

“What do you think you’re doing, Toby?” he said, with a glance at an enormous pair of scissors in the boy’s hand.

“I’m making lamp-shades,” Toby responded, leading the way within. “What’s your drink? Nothing? What a horribly dry beast you are! Yes, lamp-shades–for the ball, you know. Got to be ready by to-morrow night. We’re doing them with crinkly paper. Miss Eversley promised to come and help me. But she hasn’t turned up.”

“What?” exclaimed Seddon. “Not come back yet?”

Toby dropped his scissors with a clatter, and dived for them under the reading-room table.

“Don’t make me jump, I say, doctor!” he said pathetically. “I’m quite upset enough as it is. That lazy lout, Soames, won’t stir a finger. The other chaps are on duty. And Miss Eversley has proved faithless. Why can’t you turn to and help?”

But Seddon was already striding to the door again in hot haste.

“That idiot of a girl must have crossed the Frontier!” he said, as he went. “There was a fellow shot on sentry-go last night. It’s infernally dangerous, I tell you!”

Toby raced after him swearing inarticulately. A couple of subalterns just entering were nearly overwhelmed by their vigorous exit. They recovered themselves and followed to the tune of Toby’s excited questioning. But none of the party got beyond the veranda steps, for there the sound of clattering hoofs arrested them, and a jaded horse bearing a dishevelled rider was pulled up short in front of the club.