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"Oh, so I do: often I fall asleep as soon as my head is on the pillow. But I wake early the first twitter of the birds rouses me and then life looks so long." Elizabeth spoke in a dejected tone. "Come and walk," was Mr. Carlyon's only answer to this; "I have been writing my sermon all the morning, and I feel a bit stiff and headachy.
"You are marvellously guileless for a war correspondent," he said. And he turned on his heel and stalked away into the shadows. Derrick stood gazing after him in stupefaction. "A Secret Service agent, is he?" he murmured at length to himself. "By Jove! What a marvellous fake! On Carlyon's business, I suppose. Confound Carlyon! I'll tell him what I think of him if I come through this all right."
Carlyon threw a dry clod at him. "It really is not such a bad name," observed Elizabeth softly, as though to herself, and then her eyes encountered Mr. Carlyon's it was evident that he agreed with her. "The vicar is not a lively person, certainly," he rejoined, "but all the same I have a great respect for him.
"But you will go too, dear, when the Master says, 'Go up higher," whispered Elizabeth. Then the slow tears of age gathered in Mr. Carlyon's eyes. "Yes yes, I know it; but the flesh is weak, Elizabeth. Pray for me that I may have patience;" and then he rested his gray head against her as she knelt beside him, as though the burden of that sorrow were too heavy for him to bear.
Elizabeth marked those words with a red cross on the margin of her Bible on the day David died. But there was another reason for Elizabeth's self-control and unselfishness. She was anxious on Mr. Carlyon's account. Dinah was right when she told Malcolm that he was much aged and broken.
There was very little change in his face. It only grew a little more rigid, and a strange light gleamed in his eyes. But the hand which he had laid on Carlyon's arm to draw him towards Lady Meltoun suddenly tightened like a band of iron, till the artist nearly cried out with pain. "Let go my arm, for God's sake, man!" he said in a low tone, "and I will take you to her." "I am ready," Mr.
"All the same," a moment later, "I am sorely puzzled. Is it only a friendship between those two, or is it something else on David Carlyon's part? Once or twice I have seen him looking at her as a man only looks at one woman." "If I could venture to give her a hint, to beg her to be careful! Elizabeth is so careless. She has no idea of her own attractions, and how irresistible she can be.
The moon is full to-night. The Great Fakir will come out of the hills in his zeal and lead the tribes himself. Guard the east!" Raymond drew a sharp breath. But Carlyon's hand on his shoulder silenced the astounded question on his lips. "We have got to protect the women," Carlyon said. "Relief will come at dawn." All through the day quiet reigned.
"It will be a hard blow," Carlyon said. "The tribesmen are very confident. Last night they watched a messenger ride eastwards on a white horse. It was an omen foretold by the Heaven-sent when he left them to carry the message through the hills to other tribes." Raymond gave a great start. "The girl!" he said. For a second Carlyon's eyes met his look.
Derringham, I understand from what he said to me, intends to go over to his old master, Professor Carlyon's, and catch a later train from there, but M. E. does not know this, and I have not felt it my duty to inform her of it, because it might involve some awkwardness connected with the person about whom I have already given you a hint.
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