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“I am going to drive over to Loon Lake tomorrow afternoon to look into affairs there,” said Spencer. “Will you go with me?”

Violet reflected a moment. “You didn’t ask me as if you really wanted me to go,” she said.

Spencer put his hand over the white fingers that rested on the railing. He bent forward until his breath stirred the tendrils of hair on her forehead.

“Yes, I do,” he said distinctly. “I want you to go with me to Loon Lake tomorrow more than I ever wanted any thing in my life before.”

Later on, when everybody had gone, Violet had her bad quarter of an hour with Mrs. Hill. That lady felt herself aggrieved.

“I think you treated poor Ned very badly tonight, Vi. He felt really blue over it. And it was awfully bad form to go out with Spencer as you did and stay there so long. And you oughtn’t to flirt with him–he doesn’t understand the game.”

“I’m not going to flirt with him,” said Miss Thayer calmly.

“Oh, I suppose it’s just your way. Only don’t turn the poor fellow’s head. By the way, Ned is coming up with his camera tomorrow afternoon to take us all.”

“I’m afraid he won’t find me at home,” said Violet sweetly. “I am going out to Loon Lake with Mr. Spencer.”

Mrs. Hill flounced off to bed in a pet. She was disgusted with everything, she declared to the Major. Things had been going so nicely, and now they were all muddled.

“Isn’t Madison coming up to time?” queried the Major sleepily.

“Madison! It’s Violet. She is behaving abominably. She treated poor Ned shamefully tonight. You saw yourself how she acted with Spencer, and she’s going to Loon Lake with him tomorrow, she says. I’m sure I don’t know what she can see in him. He’s the dullest, pokiest fellow alive–so different from her in every way.”

“Perhaps that is why she likes him,” suggested the Major. “The attraction of opposites and all that, you know.”

But Mrs. Hill crossly told him he didn’t know anything about it, so, being a wise man, he held his tongue.

* * * * *

During the next two weeks Mrs. Hill was the most dissatisfied woman in the four districts, and every M.P. down to the rawest recruit anathemized Spencer in secret a dozen times a day. Violet simply dropped everyone else, including Madison, in the coolest, most unmistakable way.

One night Spencer did not come to Lone Poplar Villa. Violet looked for him to the last. When she realized that he was not coming she went to the verandah to have it out with herself. As she sat huddled up in a dim corner beneath a silkily rustling western maple two M.P.s came out and, not seeing her, went on with their conversation.

“Heard about Spencer?” questioned one.

“No. What of him?”

“Well, they say Miss Thayer’s thrown him over. Yesterday I was passing here about four in the afternoon and I saw Spencer coming in. I went down to the Land Office and was chatting to Cribson when the door opened about half an hour later and Spencer burst in. He was pale as the dead, and looked wild. ‘Has Fyshe gone to Rainy River about those Crown Lands yet?’ he jerked out. Cribson said, ‘No.’ Then tell him he needn’t; I’m going myself,’ said Spencer and out he bolted. He posted off to Rainy River today, and won’t be back for a fortnight. She’ll be gone then.”

“Rather rough on Spencer after the way she encouraged him,” returned the other as they passed out of earshot.

Violet got up. All the callers were gone, and she swept in to Mrs. Hill dramatically.

“Edith,” she said in the cold, steady voice that, to those who knew her, meant breakers ahead for somebody, “Mr. Spencer was here yesterday when I was riding with the Major, was he not? What did you tell him about me?”