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"I might go some time for a little visit.... But never to live." "Oh Glenn!" she gasped, and her hands fluttered out to him. The shock was driving home. No amaze, no incredulity succeeded her reception of the fact. It was a slow stab. Carley felt the cold blanch of her skin. "Then this is it the something I felt strange between us?" "Yes, I knew and you never asked me," he replied. "That was it?
With all due respect to your feelings that affair with Kilbourne is ended and you're not the wishy-washy heartbreak kind of a girl." "You can never tell what a woman will do," she said, somewhat coldly. "Certainly not. That's why I refuse to take no. Carley, be reasonable. You like me respect me, do you not?" "Why, of course I do!"
Through the dense blackness the waterfall showed dimly opaque. Carley felt a soft mist wet her face. The low roar of the falling water seemed to envelop her. Under the cliff wall brooded impenetrable gloom. But out above the treetops shone great stars, wonderfully white and radiant and cold, with a piercing contrast to the deep clear blue of sky.
Gilbert saw this look, and wondered what revelation of Mr. Holbrook's habits the bailiff's daughter had been upon the point of making; he was so eager to learn something of this man, and had been so completely baffled in all his endeavours hitherto. "I will not have my affairs talked about in this foolish way, Ellen Carley," Marian said resolutely.
Five miles below West Fork a road branched off and climbed the left side of the canyon. It was a rather steep road, long and zigzaging, and full of rocks and ruts. Carley did not enjoy ascending it, but she preferred the going up to coming down. It took half an hour to climb. Once up on the flat cedar-dotted desert she was met, full in the face, by a hot dusty wind coming from the south.
Before he dismounted he made a good impression on Carley, and as he stepped down in lazy, graceful action, a tall lithe figure, she thought him singularly handsome. He wore black sombrero, flannel shirt, blue jeans stuffed into high boots, and long, big-roweled spurs. "How are you-all?" was his greeting.
They had enabled people to live under primitive conditions. Somehow this fact inhibited Carley's sense of repulsion at their rude and uncouth appearance. Had any of her forefathers ever been pioneers? Carley did not know, but the thought was disturbing. It was thought-provoking.
"We've had Eastern tenderfeet here before. And never was there a one of them who didn't come to love Arizona." "Tenderfoot! It hadn't occurred to me. But of course " murmured Carley. Then Mrs. Hutter returned, carrying a tray, which she set upon a chair, and drew to Carley's side. "Eat an' drink," she said, as if these actions were the cardinally important ones of life.
"Aw, you know, Flo." Carley strolled out of hearing, sure of two things that she felt rather sorry for Stanton, and that his course of love did not augur well for smooth running. What queer creatures were women! Carley had seen several million coquettes, she believed; and assuredly Flo Hutter belonged to the species.
It had been past midnight when they came home, and it was a quarter to one when William Carley came into the parlour. He was in a unusually communicative mood to-night, and had been superintending the grooming of his horse, and talking to the underling who had waited up to receive him.
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