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Updated: May 26, 2025
"I want you to bear witness that Lord Huntingford has promised to keep absolutely quiet about a little altercation of ours, and " The quick gesture of caution from Veath came too late. Lady Huntingford with astonished eyes was gazing into the room at them. Hugh promptly went over to her. "You must pardon me, Lady Huntingford; I am sorry to cause you any pain or annoyance.
"I'm afraid it will be too late," she cried, all a-flutter. "Too late? Why?" "I mean," she went on confusedly, "he might think we had waited too long." She was thinking of Veath's wistful eyes. "Hello! Here you are," cried a strong voice, and Veath loomed up through the shadows. Hugh released her hand and dropped back in the chair from which he had half risen to kiss her.
But he came in late, haggard and pale, living evidence of a sleepless night. Veath was with him and her heart sank. During the meal the good-natured Indianian did most of the talking, being driven at last, by the strange reticence of his companions, to the narration of a series of personal experiences.
"The world is large and there is but one man in it to whom you can give your heart," he said. "Why should any man desire possession of a worthless bit of ice?" she asked, her eyes sparkling again. "The satisfaction of seeing it melt," he responded. She thought long over this reply. "Hugh, have you observed anything strange in Mr. Veath lately?"
"Can't point, because she's looking this way. Girl with a dark green coat, leaning on an old gentleman's arm " "I see," interrupted Veath. "By George! she's pretty!" "No name for it! Have you in your life ever seen anything so beautiful?" cried Ridgeway. He stared at her so intently that she averted her face. "Wonder who she can be? The old man must be her father.
A man appeared in the doorway so suddenly that he caught his breath and put out his hand to steady himself. The screen flew open and Henry Veath grasped him by the arms, fairly dragging him into the hallway. "Hugh! Hugh! Is it really you?" For a moment he stood like one suddenly gone mad. "Henry, I can't believe it!" gasped Ridgeway.
I shall not ask her to love me or to be my wife. I may want to tell her that I love her, that's all. You can have no objection to that, Hugh." "I have no objection," murmured Ridgeway, a chill striking deep into his heart. Ridgeway passed another sleepless night. Had not Veath said he could win her love, even though it were pledged to another?
"How far are we from Manila?" she asked suddenly. "A million miles, judging by the way time goes. We'll be there in twenty days, the captain says." "What do you suppose Mr. Veath will say when he hears of our marriage?" This question was propounded after a longer interval of silence than usual. "Why should we care what Mr. Veath says?
She was removing her hat before the mirror, and turning quickly as the irate Hugh entered, she cried: "Hello, Hugh! Where have you been, dear?" "Dear! Don't call me dear," he rasped. "Why, Hugh, dear, Mr. Veath looked everywhere for you this morning. I said I would not go unless he could find you. You would have enjoyed it so much." "And you really wanted me?" he asked guiltily.
A rich full moon threw its glorious shimmer across the waves, flashing a million silvery blades along the watery pavement that seemed to lead to the end of the world. Scores of passengers were walking the deck, and all were happy, save two. For two days Hugh had found but little chance to speak with Grace. She had plotted and calculated and so had he, but Veath gallantly upset the plans.
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