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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Suzee," I said, my breath almost dying in my throat. She stirred slightly. I was beside her in a moment. Her eyelids opened slowly. Then her eyes filled with terror. "Where is he?" she muttered. "Dead; he cannot hurt you any more. You are safe now." "No, Treevor, I am dying; it pains me so here." She laid one hand on her breast and I saw the blood well up between two fingers.
He fastened the dug-out to one of the many tree stems, drawing it close to the bank, and then he and his companion landed, leaving us alone in the lightly swaying boat. "We'll have lunch here, Suzee, don't you think?" I asked her, beginning to unpack the small basket we had brought. "Can you make tea for us there, do you think?" "Oh yes, quite easily; they have a little kitchen here."
"Good evening, Treevor," she said, smiling up at me. And I bent down and pressed my lips to those little, soft, curved ones she put up for me. We started out at once. Suzee told me we were going for a long way to see the wood, and had the important air of a person going on a lengthy expedition.
I kept my arms round her and said: "But, Suzee, I can't take you with me. I promised your husband to-night I would not." "That's nothing," she replied lightly; "promises are nothing when one loves. And you love me, Treevor; you must love me, and I am coming with you, you can't drive me away." The ship's bells sounded overhead on deck as she spoke. The sound seemed a warning.
In a little while Suzee came running back to me; her basket was full to overflowing: she was quite happy. "Take me up in your arms and kiss me," she said. "Look, Treevor, we are all alone. What a great, great beach it is here, with not another soul to see anywhere."
Suzee came over to where I was sitting and knelt beside my chair, clasping both hands round my arm. "Treevor," she said, almost in a whisper, "you are so beautiful with your straight face, every line in it is so straight, quite straight; and your black hair and your dark eyes and your dark eyebrows. I want that for my baby.
"Where's the boss, Suzee?" questioned Morley presently. "He has gone down to Fort Wrangle for two days," she returned, and my spirits leapt up at her words. Her husband away for two days! Perhaps there was a chance for a picture.... My eyes swept over her seated on the floor in front of us. What exquisite supple lines! What sweet little dainty curves showed beneath the blue silk jacket and sleeve!
Suzee was in the wildest delight. She had talked to the waiter, it seemed, and had heard from him wonderful stories of the big crowds of gaily dressed people in the large ring, of the music, of the gaily dressed toreadors, of the clapping of hands and the shouting. "And you feel no sympathy with the bull that is going to be killed or the unfortunate horses?"
"Don't think I do not know how you will suffer at first; but you would have suffered more if I had stayed. While I am away from you, think of your life as entirely your own; do not hesitate to go to Suzee, if you wish. I feel somehow that Fate has designed you for me, not for her, and that she will not hold you for long, but that, whatever happens, you will always remember
My impression, gathered in that first furious glance, was that he had brought up her dinner and she had invited him to stay and share at least the wine and cigarettes. Some of these lay on the table, and the room was full of smoke. Suzee gave a scream of terror and then crouched down on a chair, looking at me.
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