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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Then I think from all points of view that you had better leave Chesyl alone," he said. "What do you mean?" Quickly she asked the question; the colour flamed in her face once more. "Tell my why you think that!" she said. "I would rather not," said Jeff. "But that is not fair of you, Jeff," she protested. He released her hand slowly. "I am sorry," he said. "If I were more to you, I would say more.
"I don't quite know where he is. I believe he is up north somewhere in Scotland." "He knows what has been happening here?" questioned Jeff. She made a slight movement as of protest. "No doubt," she said in a low voice. Jeff's square jaw hardened. Abruptly he thrust Chesyl out of the conversation. "It doesn't matter," he said. "That isn't what I came to talk about.
The thought came to him, and ripened to steady conviction, that had Chesyl taken the trouble to woo, he must in time have won. The girl was miserable enough to admit the fact of her misery, and he offered her marriage with him as a friendly means of escape. On other ground he could have won her. On this ground he was probably the least likely man to win. She asked for corn, and he offered husks.
What was it he was looking at? She felt she must know. As the train thundered into the station she went to his side and looked forth also. The next moment, with a shock that was physical, she saw the object of his interest. Hugh Chesyl, with a face of grave perturbation, was standing on the platform, searching this way and that.
Jeff's eyes, with the red sunlight turning them to a ruddy brown, met his with absolute directness as he made brief response. "You are very kind." "Doris and I are old friends," said Hugh. "Yes, I know," said Jeff. Spasmodically Doris turned and joined the two men. "We hope Mr. Chesyl will come and see us sometimes, don't we, Jeff?" she said.
"You you haven't been very explicit, have you?" she said. "Are you are you being just kind to me, Mr. Ironside, like like Hugh Chesyl?" Her voice quivered as she asked the question, but her eyes met his with direct steadfastness. He lowered his own very suddenly. "No," he said. "I wouldn't insult you by being kind. I shouldn't ask you to marry me if I didn't love you with all my heart and soul."
Do you deny that he has ever made love to you?" "Since he knew of my marriage never!" she said. "Yet you ride home with him in the dark hand in hand!" said Jeff. The colour flamed in her face and as swiftly died. "Hugh Chesyl is not my lover," she said proudly. "And you expect me to believe you?" he said. "I do." He gazed at her without pity.
Hugh Chesyl clasped his hands behind his head and watched her with placid admiration. The small brown hands were very capable. They knew exactly what to do, and did it with precision. When they had finally secured the punt, with him in it, to the bank he sat up. "Are we going to have tea here? What a charming spot! Sweetly romantic, isn't it?
Something stirred on the other side of the sheaf, and she started a little and glanced backwards. "What's that?" "A rat probably," said Hugh Chesyl serenely from his couch in the punt. "I expect the place is full of 'em. Won't you continue your rhapsody? The man who owns this particular field is a miller as well as a farmer. He grinds his own grain." "Oh, is he that man?" Eagerly she broke in.
"Does he live in that perfectly exquisite old red-brick house on the water with the wheel turning all day long? Oh, isn't he lucky?" "I doubt if he thinks so," said Hugh Chesyl. "I've never met a contented farmer yet." "I don't like people to be too contented," said Doris perversely. "It's a sign of laziness and yes weakness of purpose." "Oh, is it?"
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