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He did not suppose that she was acquainted with the circumstances of his amour, but he had a suspicion amounting to conviction that she had conjectured it, as men of science from certain derangements in their calculations will conjecture the existence of a star that no telescope has revealed. "Well, better leave Lady Queenie alone for to-night."
"So long, Searle," he added smilingly. "Better turn that grouch out to pasture." Then he went. The shadows of evening met Van, as he stepped from the outside door and started up the street. Then a figure emerged from the shadows and met him by the corner. It was Queenie. Her eyes were red from weeping.
As soon as it was over she had begun to rage and consult lawyers and write letters two or three times a week, threatening to drag Anne and Colin through the Divorce Court. Queenie, she said, was only bluffing. Queenie was not in a position to bring an action against any husband, she had been too notorious herself.
The captain glared, over the top of his glasses, round the party; but Theo and Geoff would not for worlds have told tales. Each felt that silence was the best policy under the circumstances. Queenie at last, observing, with some surprise, the unusual hush, took it upon her small self to reply. 'Alick's been so good!
"You can do just as you like," Evie returned, indifferently. "Cousin Colfax Yorke," she added, looking at Miriam, "has telephoned that he can't come to dine; and, as it's too late to get anybody else, Aunt Queenie thought you might come and make a fourth. It's only ourselves and him," she nodded toward Strange. "Certainly, I'll come, dear with pleasure."
"I've no words to waste on impudent young fellers as comes from nobody knows where," he said loftily. "My words is addressed to my niece, as I see sitting there, a-deceiving of her lawful rellytive and guardian. Go you home at once, miss!" "Rot!" exclaimed Brent. "She'll go home when she likes and not at all, if she doesn't like! You stick where you are, Queenie! I'm here."
He ought never to have gone out. Of course he was as plucky as they make them went back into the trenches after his first shell-shock but his nerves couldn't stand it. Whether they're treating him right or not, they don't seem to be able to do anything for him. I'm writing to Queenie. But tell her she must come and see him. Your loving Adeline Fielding. Three months later.
It makes me feel wretched, but I'm consuming my own smoke, for I don't want him to think me an encumbrance. My Indian girl speaks a little English. She also eats sugar by the handful, whenever she can steal it. I asked her what her name was and she told me "Queenie MacKenzie." That name almost took my breath away.
"Nothing at all, thank you, and nothing to Queenie but that reminds me," he added, slipping out of the saddle; "she acted once as though she had been hit, though it wasn't bad enough to show itself in her gait." The two made a hasty examination but discovered nothing; proof that, as her owner said, the wound, if any, was too slight to trouble her.
"Whatever am I going to do now? Homeless!" "Not much!" exclaimed Brent. "You come along with me, Queenie. I'm a good hand at thinking fast. I'll put you up, warm and comfortable, at Mother Appleyard's; and as quick as the thing can be done we'll be married. Got that into your little head? Come on, then!" That night Brent told Tansley of what had happened and what he was going to do.
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