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The injured husband took up the wondrous tale. 'Ride on, and speak to Emma if you want to. God knows I don't care what you do. He walked forward, and left Kurrell gazing blankly after him. Kurrell did not ride on either to see Mrs. Boulte or Mrs. Vansuythen. He sat in his saddle and thought, while his pony grazed by the roadside. The whir of approaching wheels roused him. Mrs.
'But I'm serious, said Boulte. 'Do you care for me? Mrs. Boulte dropped the flowers, and turned round quickly. 'Do you want an honest answer? 'Ye-es, I've asked for it. Mrs. Boulte spoke in a low, even voice for five minutes, very distinctly, that there might be no misunderstanding her meaning.
'It can't be Captain Kurrell! He told me that he had never taken the least the least interest in your wife, Mr. Boulte. Oh, do listen! He said he had not. He swore he had not, said Mrs. Vansuythen. The purdah rustled, and the speech was cut short by the entry of a little thin woman, with big rings round her eyes. Mrs. Vansuythen stood up with a gasp. 'What was that you said? asked Mrs. Boulte.
Boulte came out of a brown study and said, 'Oh, that! I wasn't thinking about that. By the way, what does Kurrell say to the elopement? 'I haven't seen him, said Mrs. Boulte. 'Good God, is that all? But Boulte was not listening and her sentence ended in a gulp. The next day brought no comfort to Mrs.
The man's eyes were fixed, not upon Mrs. Boulte, but her companion. Mrs. Boulte saw the look. 'Speak to him! she pleaded, turning to the woman at her side. 'Oh, speak to him! Tell him what you told me just now. Tell him you hate him. Tell him you hate him! She bent forward and wept bitterly, while the sais, impassive, went forward to hold the horse. Mrs.
Boulte was the one woman in the world for him and you dare not blame them. Kashima was as out of the world as Heaven or the Other Place, and the Dosehri hills kept their secret well. Boulte had no concern in the matter. He was in camp for a fortnight at a time. He was a hard, heavy man, and neither Mrs. Boulte nor Kurrell pitied him.
I think you've you've behaved abominably, and she has cut her forehead terribly against the table. 'It doesn't hurt. It isn't anything, said Mrs. Boulte feebly. 'That doesn't matter. Tell him what you told me. Say you don't care for him. Oh, Ted, won't you believe her? 'Mrs. Boulte has made me understand that you were that you were fond of her once upon a time, went on Mrs. Vansuythen.
Boulte does not drop in to afternoon tea at least three times a week. 'When there are only two women in one Station, they ought to see a great deal of each other, says Major Vansuythen. Long and long before ever Mrs. Vansuythen came out of those far-away places where there is society and amusement, Kurrell had discovered that Mrs.
'Said to her? What does a man tell a lie like that for? I suppose I said pretty much what you've said, unless I'm a good deal mistaken. 'I spoke the truth, said Boulte, again more to himself than Kurrell. 'Emma told me she hated me. She has no right in me. 'No! I suppose not. You're only her husband, y'know. And what did Mrs. Vansuythen say after you had laid your disengaged heart at her feet?
The situation was getting beyond him. 'What do you mean? he said. Boulte answered, more to himself than the questioner: 'My wife came over to Mrs. Vansuythen's just now; and it seems you'd been telling Mrs. Vansuythen that you'd never cared for Emma. I suppose you lied, as usual. What had Mrs. Vansuythen to do with you, or you with her? Try to speak the truth for once in a way.
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