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Gowan had expressed his intention of going up to settle definitely with Christian about the matter of Jeemsie, and she was most anxious for Val to be present. To this he had at once consented; for he felt it a foremost duty to protect the faith of the little lad. So next morning the interview would come off. "It was a stormy conference!" was Val's first remark, when we met for lunch next day.
Harvey, who heard M'Clutchy's determination with deep regret, now happening to look out of the window, observed a group of persons approaching one of the said group hard and fast in the grip of two of Val's constables; whilst, at the same time, it was quite evident, that despite the ignominy of the arrest, mirth was the predominant feeling among them, excepting only the constables.
Val's face was flushed, her lips pursed, and her eyes wide. Plainly she was not quite sure whether she was angry, amused, or insulted. She descended straight to a purely feminine objection. "But I haven't a thing to wear, and " "Oh, yes, you have.
She waited a half-hour, then she stole into Val's bedroom, and when she emerged again she had a bundle of clothes across her arm. A few minutes more and she walked into the sitting-room dressed in Val's clothes, and with her hair closely wound on the top of her head. The house was still. The Prairie Star made the room light enough for her purpose.
"So Val looks like the ghost," Charity said a moment later. "Now I will have to go to town and see that portrait. Just where is it?" Rupert shook his head. "I don't know. But it's listed in the catalogue as 'Portrait of Roderick Ralestone, Aged Eighteen." "Just Val's age, then." Ricky spooned some watermelon pickles onto her plate. "But he was older than that when he left here." "Let's see.
He stood there smoking after Kent had gone, and when his cigar was finished he wandered back to the hotel. As was always the case after hard drinking, he had a splitting headache. He got a room as close to Val's as he could, shut himself into it, and gave himself up to his headache and to gloomy meditation. All day he lay upon the bed, and part of the time he slept.
I have some virtue of that. I have spared the world something, Pete Galbraith." "You have the Devil's luck; your sins never get YOU into trouble." A curious fire flashed in the half-breed's eyes, and he said, quietly: "Yes, I have great luck; but I have my little troubles at times at times." "They're different, though, from this trouble of Val's."
She rushed breathlessly into Val's room and caught her by the arm. "Now's your chancet, Val," she hissed in a loud whisper. "Man jest now rode into town; he's over in Pop's place I seen him go in. He's good for the day, sure. I'll have Hank hitch right up, an' you can go down to the stable and start from there, so'st he won't see you.
That train would bear her away from him, yet he could not help fidgeting at the thought that they would lose it. And then she did come, running down in her tan-coloured frock and black velvet cap, and passed him into the drawing-room. He saw her kiss her mother, her aunt, Val's wife, Imogen, and then come forth, quick and pretty as ever. How would she treat him at this last moment of her girlhood?
A three-day visit to Robin Hill, soon after their arrival home, had yielded no sight of him he was still at school; so that her recollection, like Val's, was of a little sunny-haired boy, striped blue and yellow, down by the pond. Those three days at Robin Hill had been exciting, sad, embarrassing.
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