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There was that in the other man's attitude that stilled his fury, rendering it futile, even in a fashion ridiculous. "I am not thinking of you." Monck's coldness had in it something brutal. "You are not the only person concerned. But the fact remains this woman is your wife. You may as well tell the truth about it as not since I know." Dacre jerked his head like an angry bull, but he submitted.
It seemed to her that Tommy's worship was of too humble a species to afford him a very comprehensive view of the object thereof. She was sure that unlike herself he would never presume to criticize, would never so much as question any action of Monck's. Her own conception of the man, she was aware, had altered somewhat since that night. She regarded him now with a wholly dispassionate interest.
For though she recognized as in the case of that native lair down in the bazaar that it were better never to set foot in that secret chamber, yet she resented the thought that any other should have free access to it. She was beginning to regard that part of Monck's life with a dread that verged upon horror a feeling which her very love for the man but served to intensify.
After that, I fainted and when I came round, they had brought me back here. That was ever so long ago." She shuddered convulsively. "I've been through a lot since then." Monck's teeth closed upon his lip. He had not suspected an accident. Tremulously Stella went on. "It was so much too soon. I was dreadfully afraid for the poor wee baby.
Neither did she spring to Stella for protection. She stood for a second or two in indecision; then with an odd little strangled cry she darted in front of Peter, and went straight to Monck. "It it wasn't Peter's fault!" she declared breathlessly. "I told him to!" Monck's eyes went over her head to the native beyond her.
It came from Monck's room. That meant that meant what did it mean? That Monck had returned at that unusual hour? Or that there really was a native intruder who had found the window unfastened and entered? Again the impulse to retreat and call Peter to deal with the situation came upon her, but almost angrily she shook it off. She would see for herself first.
He stopped abruptly and turned from her. From the room behind them there came a cheery hail. Tommy came tramping through. "Hullo, old chap! You, is it? Has Stella been attending to your comfort? Have you had a drink?" Monck's answer had a sardonic note, "Your sister has been kindness itself as she always is. No drinks for me, thanks. I am just off in Ralston's car to Khanmulla."
He wondered what Stella thought of the man, well knowing that few women liked him, and one evening, as they sat together in the scented darkness with the roar of their mountain-stream filling the silences, he turned their fitful conversation in Monck's direction to satisfy his lazy curiosity in this respect.
I ought to have asked him, but I never had the chance; and everything was done in such a mighty hurry. I don't suppose he had much to leave if anything. It was a fool marriage," he ended bitterly. "I always hated it. Monck knew that." "Doesn't Captain Monck know anything?" asked Mrs. Ralston. "Oh, goodness knows. Monck's away on urgent business, been away for ever so long now.
Nevertheless Monck's despatches, concerned as they are with diplomatic and military details, present a striking contrast to those of Sydenham and Elgin, who proved how active was the part they played in the life of the community by the vividness of their sketches of Canadian politics and society.
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