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Ensconced behind a potted palm, with a waiter taking Howard's order, Stella let her gaze travel over the diners. She brought up with a repressed start at a table but four removes from her own, her eyes resting upon the unmistakable profile of Walter Monohan. He was dining vis-
She felt tired out with her emotions, almost too tired to think. Suddenly she had a happy inspiration. She and Stella should eat together. The girl looked worn out. If she left her she was tolerably sure Stella would not think of food. "No one will be alarmed if I do not come back for lunch," she said. "I often do not trouble about lunch when I am alone. They will expect me in for tea.
"He drinks and ill-treats you." Stella shook her head. "You asked questions in Bombay where we are known. You were not told that," she said confidently. There was only one person in Bombay who knew the truth and Jane Repton, she was very sure, would never have betrayed her. "That's true," Thresk conceded. "But why? Because it's only here in camp that he lets himself go.
A little adventure in an open boat at sea which had ended without any mishap, was not remarkable, and might even be made to appear ridiculous. So the less said about it, especially to Mary, whose wit he feared, the better. When dinner was finished Stella left the room, passing down its shadowed recesses with a peculiar grace of which even her limp could not rob her.
Sherwood naturally thought it an accident due to Stella's carelessness, but Marjorie instantly confessed. "It's my fault, Grandma," she said; "I scared Stella, and she couldn't help dropping her things." "You are a naughty girl, Mischief," said Grandma, as she tried to comfort the weeping Stella.
Lady O'Gara had a passing wonder as to whether the table had been set daily in expectation of their visit. "Now, what do you think of your dog?" Stella asked, as soon as the lamp was lit. "See how he has made himself at home already, lying on his side on the hearthrug as though he was a big dog, and not a ridiculous tumbling-over puppy." Mrs.
Its simplicity, indeed, would probably have scandalized Stella, but Miss Preston was not going to be rich, or mingle in gay society, and she wisely thought show and finery quite out of place. But she had long made it her chief aim to possess that best ornament of "a meek and quiet spirit," which, we are told, "in the sight of God is of great price."
The irony of the situation gripped at him. He rose suddenly to his feet, filled with an overwhelming desire to end it. "Stella," he said, "to me you always seemed, especially during our last few years together, cold and utterly indifferent. I know now that I was mistaken. In your way you cared for Palliser. You starved me. My own fault, you would say? Perhaps. But listen.
I hope you will believe that I shall in no way take advantage of them? 'That is not the point; but as you refuse to return me the letter I have only one course open to me, and that is to resign my post in your office, said Stella, looking very white and angry.
Sometimes I steal away from the pleadings of the saxophone, leaving even Stella O'Cleave with the slumberous eyes sitting alone at the log rail of Old Faithful Inn. I want to see Maw once more, and talk with her once again about the virtues of a vacation now and again; at least once in a lifetime spent in work for others. I do not always find the girls at home in the camp.
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