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Tinges of jealousy sometimes shot into Grace's heart when she saw Hugh talking to the new friend, but they disappeared with the recollection of her Ladyship's pure, gentle nobility of character. It is seen rarely by one woman in another. And Veath?
A number were forward now, singing the battle songs of the British and the weird ones of the natives. Quite a crowd had collected to listen, including Ridgeway and Veath, who were strolling along the deck, arm in arm, enjoying an after-dinner smoke, and had paused in their walk near the group, enjoying the robust, devil-may-care tones of the gallant subalterns.
Another pause and then, "You don't mean to say that such a beautiful woman is going to waste her life among savages?" "She's got her head set on it and we think the only way to break her of it is to give her a sample of the work. I am going with her ostensibly to protect, but really to make her life miserable." "I rather admire her devotion to the church," said Veath, still a trifle dazed.
Later Hugh Ridgeway drew her to a secluded corner and exploded his bomb. Her cool little head readily devised a plan which met his approval, and he hurried off to warn Grace before it was too late. Lady Huntingford advised him to tell Veath nothing of the elopement, allowing him to believe as he had all along, but suggested a radical change in their future plans.
Hasn't he a wonderful back?" she cried, admiring the tall, straight figure of the walker. "He got that on the farm." "It is worth a farm to have shoulders like his, I should say. You must introduce Mr. Veath to me." Hugh looked at the moon very thoughtfully for a few moments and then, as if remembering, said that he would be happy to do so, and was sure that Veath would be even happier.
Just then Mr. Veath entered the saloon and took a seat beside her. She looked surprised, as did Mr. Ridgeway. They looked to the far end of the table and saw that Veath's original chair was occupied by another man. "I traded seats with that fellow," murmured Veath, a trifle red about the ears.
Thank you, but I believe I'll sit here for a while and then go below," she said, a trifle disconnectedly. "We'll take Hugh along," said Veath obligingly. "Come along, both of you." "Excuse me, Henry, but I don't feel like walking," said Hugh, a tinge of sullenness in his manner. "Lazy, eh? Well, I'll bring Miss Ridge back in half an hour.
It was her advice that they go on to Japan and be married. At first Grace demurred to this plan, which he necessarily proposed as his own, holding that it would be absolutely cruel to desert Veath at the last minute. Finally she agreed to the compromise and kissed him with tears in her eyes. Days passed and the strain grew more tense than ever.
The young woman's dark, mysterious eyes swept over him for a second, resting at last upon those which looked admiringly into them from above. She made a movement as if to pass on, gravely smiling a farewell. "I beg your pardon," he said hastily. "You called me Mr. Veath a moment ago. It may be of no consequence to you, yet I should like to tell you that my name is Ridge Hugh Ridge."
"Eleven thirty," he mused. "A splendid dowry. Not enough to buy the ring. No flowers, no wine nothing but pins. My letter of credit is at the bottom of the sea. Borrowed clothes on my back and home-made clothes on hers. I have a watch, a knife, and a scarf pin. She has diamond rings and rubies, but she has no hat. By Jove, it looks as though I'll have to borrow money of Veath, after all."
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