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The letter to Stella Ballantyne he kept to the last. It could not reach her immediately in any case since she was in camp. For all he knew it might be weeks before she read it; and he had need to go warily in the writing of it. Certain words she had used to him were an encouragement; but there were others which made him doubt whether she would have any faith in him.
Ballantyne was brought down from Chitipur?" "Yes." "And when the case for the Crown was started?" "Yes." "And when the Crown's witnesses were cross-examined?" "Yes." "Why did you wait then all that time before you came forward?" Pettifer put the question with an air of triumph. "Why, Mr. Thresk, did you wait till the very moment when Mrs.
Much is owing to a kindly recollection of his visit to this country, which gave all men an interest in him. June 29. The business of the Court was suspended, so back I came, without stop or stay, and to work went I. As I had risen early I was sadly drowsy; however, I fought and fagged away the day. I am still in hope to send my whole manuscript to Ballantyne before the 10th July.
He had given up his polo, he was spending all his leave at Little Beeding and most of it with Stella Ballantyne. He lent her a horse and rode with her in the morning, he rowed her on the river in the afternoon. He bullied his friends to call on her. He brandished his friendship with her like a flag. Love me, love my Stella was his new motto. Mrs. Pettifer drove home with every fear exaggerated.
Pettifer, that you are implying the existence of an emotion in Mrs. Ballantyne which the facts prove her to have been without fear, panic? She was found quietly asleep in her bed by the ayah when she came to call her in the morning. There's no doubt of that. The ayah was never for a moment shaken upon that point. The pyschology of crime is a curious and surprising study, Mr.
He had been ordering her to cover her throat. Stella, on the other hand, had been quiet but defiant. She had refused. Now she had changed her mind. Baram Singh brought in the soup-tureen a second afterwards and Ballantyne raised his hands in a simulation of the profoundest astonishment. "Why, dinner's actually punctual! What a miracle!
"An arm, a hand thrust in under the tent there, along the ground reaching out for my box." "No. There was nothing to see." "A lean brown arm, I tell you, a hand thin and delicate as a woman's." "No. You are dreaming," exclaimed Thresk; but dreaming was a euphemism for the word he meant. "Dreaming!" repeated Ballantyne with a harsh laugh. "Good God! I wish I was. Come. Sit down here!
"He's a Mahratta Brahmin from Poona. They are the fellows for brains, and Salak's about the cleverest of them." Thresk looked again at the photograph. "I see the picture was taken at Poona." "Yes, and isn't it an extraordinary thing!" cried Ballantyne, his face flashing suddenly into interest and enjoyment.
The Ballantynes happened actually to have the very next bungalow now wasn't that strange? so naturally they became acquainted. I mean the Ballantynes and the Reptons did..." "But one moment, Mrs. Carruthers," said Thresk, breaking in upon the torrent of words. "Am I right in guessing that Mrs. Ballantyne lives in India?" "But of course!" cried Mrs. Carruthers. "She is actually in India now?"
"I'll tell you what I meant," said Thresk, and Stella with her eyes fixed upon him sank down upon a chair. "I left my pipe behind me in the tent on the night I dined with you. Your lover, Stella, doesn't know that. I came back to fetch it. He doesn't know that. You were standing by the table " and Stella Ballantyne broke in upon him to silence the words upon his lips.
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