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She must look squarely at what she supposed was the legal obligation . . . she instantly felt a woman's impatience of the word legal as against human, and could not entertain the thought of the obligations of the situation. She must see, and think and try to understand, with Neale to help her. She had not yet had time to tell Neale. But not today.
"I'm ashamed to say, sir, that of late I have been doing just those things," replied Neale, and he raised his gaze to his chief's. "But you haven't been associating with those camp women!" exclaimed General Lodge, with his piercing eyes dark on Neale. "No!" cried Neale. The speech had hurt him. "I'm glad to hear that gladder than you can guess.
I came up here, maybe half an hour ago, to see if we were out of something that's kept here, and I chanced to look out on to Joseph Chestermarke's garden. Mr. Neale! there's a man in that room with the light-coloured blind I saw his shadow on the blind, pass and repass, you understand, twice, while I looked. And it's not Joseph Chestermarke!"
But he was ceremonious, not permitting himself his old familiarity before these dignitaries of the great railroad. "Gentlemen, you remember Mr. Neale," said Lodge. They were cordial pleasant. Warburton vigorously shook Neale's hand, and leaned back, after the manner of matured men, to look Neale over. "Young man, I'm glad to meet you again," he declared, in his big voice. "Remember him!
Welles started to speak, found no words, and waved an arm as if to imply that he understood perfectly. This made Neale laugh a little, and gave him a picture of the helplessness of a newcomer to Ashley, before the flood-tide of Mr. Bayweather's local learning. He went on, "He sort of taints an honest idea, doesn't he, by his high-falutin' way of going on about it?"
"That remains to be seen," was the enigmatic reply. "Ill need you both," went on Neale, thoughtfully. "We've a big job. We've got to put a force of men on the piers while we're building the trestle ... Maybe I'll fall down myself. Heavens! I've made blunders myself. I can't condemn you fellows. I'm willing to call off all talk about past performances and begin over again."
No person could wish for a better country for feed than that we have passed over to-day; it resembles the country about Chambers Creek. Tuesday, 7th June, The Neale. At 8 o'clock started on a bearing of 180 degrees for the northernmost of the isolated hills, to see if there are springs round it. At four miles ascended it, but could see no springs.
My friend Neale, seeing it in vain to remain there, took another course, and said he would get a boat to see the launch, if he could not get into it; but as I had set my heart upon being in the ship when it was launched, I remained at the door.
Miss Neale and Celestina arrived smothered up in waterproofs and goloshes, and there was quite a bustle to get them unpacked from their wrappings and warmed at the schoolroom fire. Biddy made herself very important, and forgot for the time about being vexed with Rosalys.
But she did not care now, and that made kisses impossible. "You just won't cheer up?" he went on. "No no." "But you were so different out there by the brook." She made no reply. The veil grew darker, more shadowy, over her eyes. Neale divined a deadness in her. "I'm going away," he said, sharply. "Yes." "Do you care?" He went on, with greater intensity. She only stared at him.
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