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Updated: May 27, 2025
They're polite to me, but they leave me outside. The man who rose from the ranks the fellow with a shady past fought shy of by the women, just tolerated by the men, covertly despised by the youngsters that's the sort of person I am. It galled me once. I'm used to it now." Merryon's grim voice went into grimmer silence.
Puck's cry of anguish followed the announcement, and after it came silence a tense, hard-breathing silence, broken only by her long-drawn, agonized sobbing. Merryon's hold had tightened all unconsciously to a grip; and she was clinging to him wildly, convulsively, as she had never clung before. He could feel the horror that pulsed through her veins; it set his own blood racing at fever-speed.
"Allow me to deal with her!" he said, and reached out a hand to touch her. But at that action Merryon's wrath burst into sudden flame. "Curse you, keep away!" he thundered. "Lay a finger on her at your peril!" The other stood still, but his eyes gleamed evilly. "My good sir," he said, "you have not yet grasped the situation.
Merryon's own face was a curious mixture of pity and constraint as he set down the glass and stooped forward over the shaking, anguished form. "Look here, child!" he said, and whatever else was in his voice it certainly held none of the hardness habitual to it. "You're upset unnerved. Don't cry so! Whatever you've been through, it's over. No one can make you go back. Do you understand?
Almost angrily the colonel flung the question as his second-in-command came back heavy-footed through the rain. He had been through a nasty period of suspense himself during Merryon's absence. Merryon nodded. His face was very pale and his lips seemed stiff. "She has gone, sir," he managed to say, after a moment. "Gone, has she?" The colonel raised his brows in astonished interrogation. "What!
"It will take many days, many nights, that punishment till you have left off crying for mercy, or expecting it." He was on the threshold. His eyes suddenly shot up with a gloating hatred to Merryon's.
"I can't sleep without you. Ah, what is that? What is it? What is it?" Her voice rose almost to a shriek. A sudden loud knocking had broken through the endless patter of the rain. Merryon's face changed a very little. The iron-grey eyes became stony, quite expressionless. He stood a moment listening. Then, "Stay here!" he said, his voice very level and composed. "Yes, Puck, I wish it. Stay here!"
Merryon's words sounded clipped and cold. She shivered. "I ran right away to you. I I didn't feel safe any more." Merryon sat silent. Somehow he could not stir up his anger against her, albeit his inner consciousness told him that she had been to blame; but for the first time his passion was cooled. He held her without ardour, the while he wondered.
"Oh, yes, I did that." Merryon's smile was one of exceeding bitterness. "I enlisted and went to South Africa. I hoped for death, and I won a commission instead." The girl's eyes shone with interest. "But that was luck!" she said. "Oh, yes; it was luck of a sort the damnable, unsatisfactory sort. I entered the Indian Army, and I've got on. But socially I'm practically an outcast.
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