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  “Iloveyou,Iloveyou,“hesaidhuskily。

  “SoIgather,“sheansweredinafeeblevoice。

  “Doyoucareforme?“heasked。

  “ItwouldseemthatImust,Alan,otherwiseIshouldscarcely——oh!youfoolishAlan,“andheedlessofherSundayhat,whichneverrecoveredfromthisencounter,butwaskeptasaholyrelic,sheletherheadfalluponhisshoulderandbegantocryagain,thistimeforveryhappiness。

  Hekissedhertearsaway,thenashecouldthinkofnothingelsetosay,askedherifshewouldmarryhim。

  “Itisthegeneralsequeltothiskindofthing,Ibelieve,“sheanswered;“oratanyrateitoughttobe。Butifyouwantadirectanswer——yes,Iwill,ifmyunclewillletme,whichhewon’t,asyouhavequarrelledwithhim,oratanyratetwoyearshence,whenIamfiveandtwentyandmyownmistress;thatisifwehaveanythingtomarryon,foronemusteat。Atpresentourworldlypossessionsseemtoconsistchieflyofalargestoreofmutualaffection,agoodstockofclothesandoneYellowGod,whichafterwhathappenedlastnight,Idonotthinkyouwillgetanotherchanceofturningintocash。“

  “Imustmakemoneysomehow,“hesaid。

  “Yes,Alan,butIamafraiditisnoteasytodo——honestly。Nobodywantspeoplewithoutcapitalwhoseonlystockintradeisabriefbutdistinguishedmilitarycareer,andalargeexperienceofAfricanfever。“

  Alangroanedatthisveraciousbutdiscouragingremark,andshewentonquickly:

  “ImeantospendanotherguineauponmyfriendthelawyeratKingswell。Perhapshecanraisethewind,byapost-obit,orsomething,“sheaddedvaguely,“Imeanapost-uncle-obit。“

  “Ifhedoes,Barbara,Ican’tliveonyourmoneyalone,itisn’tright。“

  “Oh!don’tyoutroubleaboutthat,Alan。IfonceIcangetholdofthosedimthousandsyouwillsoonbeabletomakemore,foruntohimthathathshallbegiven。Butatpresenttheyareverydim,andforallIknowmayberepresentedbystockindeceasedcompanies。Inshort,thefinancialpositionisextraordinarilydepressed,astheysayintheMarketIntelligencein/TheTimes/。Butthat’snoreasonwhyweshouldbedepressedalso。“

  “No,Barbara,foratanyratewehavegoteachother。“

  “Yes,“sheanswered,springingup,“wehavegoteachother,dear,untilDeathdouspart,andsomehowIdon’tthinkhe’lldothatyetawhile;itcomesintomyheartthathewon’tdothat,Alan,thatyouandIaregoingtoliveoutourdays。Sowhatdoestherestmatter?IntwoyearsIshallbeafreewoman。Infact,iftheworstcomestotheworst,I’lldefythemall,“andshesetherlittlemouthlikearock,“andmarryyoustraightaway,asbeingoverage,Icando,evenifitcostsmeeveryhalfpennythatI’vegot。“

  “No,no,“hesaid,“itwouldbewrong,wrongtoyourselfandwrongtoyourdescendants。“

  “Verywell,Alan,then,wewillwait,orperhapsluckwillcomeourway——whyshouldn’tit?AtanyrateformypartIneverfeltsohappyinmylife;for,dearAlan,wehavefoundwhatwewereborntofind,founditonceandforalways,andtherestismereetceteras。WhatwouldbetheuseofallthegoldoftheAsikipeoplethatJeekiewastalkingaboutlastnight,toeitherofus,ifwehadnoteachother?

  Wecangetonwithoutthewealth,butwecouldn’tgetonapart,oratleastIcouldn’tandIdon’tmindsayingso。“

  “No,mydarling,no,“heanswered,turningwhiteattheverythought,“wecouldn’tgetonapart——now。InfactIdon’tknowhowIhavedonesosolongalready,exceptthatIwasalwayshopingthatatimewouldcomewhenweshouldn’tbeapart。ThatiswhyIwentintothatinfernalbusiness,tomakeenoughmoneytobeabletoaskyoutomarryme。AndnowIhavegoneoutofthebusinessandaskedyoujustwhenI

  shouldn’t。“

  “Yes,soyouseeyoumightaswellhavedoneitayearortwoagowhenperhapsthingswouldhavebeensimpler。Well,itisafineexampleofthevanityofhumanplans,and,Alan,wemustbegoinghometolunch。

  Ifwedon’t,SirRobertwillbeorganizingasearchpartytolookforus;infact,Ishouldn’twonderifheisdoingthatalready,inthewrongdirection。“

  ThementionofSirRobertAylward’snamefellonthembothlikeablastofcoldwindinsummer,andforawhiletheywalkedinsilence。

  “Youareafraidofthatman,Barbara,“saidAlanpresently,guessingherthoughts。

  “Alittle,“sheanswered,“sofarasIcanbeafraidofanythinganymore。Andyou?“

  “Alittlealso。Ithinkthathewillgiveustrouble。Hecanbeverymalevolentandresourceful。“

  “Resourceful,Alan;well,socanI。I’llbackmywitsagainsthisanyday。Heshan’tseparateusbyanythingshortofmurder,whichhewon’tgoinfor。Menlikethatdon’tliketobreakthelaw;theyhavetoomuchtolose。Butnodoubthewillmakethingsuncomfortableforyou,ifhecan,forseveralreasons。“

  Againtheywalkedonlostinreflections,whenBarbarasuddenlysawherlover’sfacebrighten。

  “Whatisit,Alan?“sheasked。

  “Somethingthatisrareenoughwithme,Barbara——anidea。YourememberspeakingaboutthatAsikigoldjustnow。Well,whyshouldn’tIgoandgetit?“

  Shestaredathim。

  “Itsoundsalittlespeculative,“shesaid;“somethinglikeoneofmyuncle’scompanies。“

  “Nothalfsospeculativeasyouthink。IhavenodoubtitisthereandJeekieknowstheway。AlsoIseemtorememberthatthereisamapandanaccountofthewholethinginUncleAustin’sdiaries,thoughtotellyouthetruththeoldfellowwrotesuchafearfulhand,thatI

  havenevertakenthetroubletoreadit。Yousee,“hewentonwithenthusiasm,“itisthekindofbusinessthatIcando。Iamthoroughlysaltedtofever,IknowtheWestCoast,whereIspentthreeyearsonthatBoundaryCommission,Ihavestudiedthenativesandcantalkseveraloftheirdialects。Ofcoursetherewouldbearisk,buttherearerisksineverything,andlikeyouIamnotafraidaboutthat,forIbelievethatwehavegotourlivesbeforeus。“

  “Readupthosediaries,Alan,andwewilltalkthethingoveragain。

  I’llpumpJeekie,whowilltellmeanythingbycoaxing,andtrytogetatthetruth。Meanwhilewhatareyougoingtodoaboutmyuncle?“

  “Speaktohim,ofcourse,andhavetherowover。“

  “Yes,“sheanswered,“thatisthebestandthemosthonest。Ofcoursehecanturnyouout,buthecan’tpreventmyseeingyou。Ifhedoes,gohometoYarleysandI’llcomeoverandcall。Hereweare,letusgoinbythebackdoor,“andshepointedtohercrushedhat,andlaughed。

  WhileAlanandBarbara,onthemostmomentousoccasionoftheirlives,wereseateduponthefallenoakinthewoodsthatthrilledwiththebreathofspring,anotherinterviewwastakingplaceinMr。Champers-

  Haswell’sprivatesuiteatTheCourt,thedecorationsofwhich,ashewaswonttoinformhisvisitors,hadcostnearly£2000。SirRobert,whosetasteatanyratewasgood,thoughtthemsoappallingthatwhilewaitingforhishostandpartner,whomhehadcometosee,hetookaseatinthebowwindowofthesitting-roomandstudiedtheviewthatnobodyhadbeenabletospoil。PresentlyMr。Haswellemergedfromhisbedroom,wrappedinadressinggownandlookingverypaleandshaky。

  “Delightedtoseeyouallrightagain,“saidSirRobertashewheeledupachairintowhichMr。Haswellsank。

  “Iamnotallright,Aylward,“heanswered;“Iamnotallrightatall。Neverhadsuchanupsetinmylife;thoughtIwasgoingtodiewhenthataccursedsavagetoldhisbeastlytale。Aylward,youareamanoftheworld,tellme,whatisthemeaningofthething?Yourememberwhatwethoughtwesawintheoffice,andthen——thatstory。“

  “Idon’tknow,“heanswered;“franklyIdon’tknow。IamamanwhohasneverbelievedinanythingIcannotseeandtest,onewhoutterlylacksfaith。InmyleisureIhaveexaminedintothevariousreligioussystemsandfoundthemtoberubbish。Iamconvincedthatwearebuthighly-developedmammalsbornbychance,andwhenourdayisdone,departingintotheblacknothingnessoutofwhichwecame。Everythingelse,thatis,whatiscalledthehigherandspiritualpart,I

  attributetothesuperstitionsincidenttotheterrorofthehideouspositioninwhichwefindourselves,thatofgodsofasorthemmedinbyafewyearsoffearfulandtormentedlife。Butyouknowtheoldarguments,sowhyshouldIenteronthem?AndnowIamconfrontedwithanexperiencewhichIcannotexplain。IcertainlythoughtthatintheofficeonFridayeveningIsawthatgoldmasktowhichIhadtakensostrangeafancythatIofferedtogiveVernon£17,000foritbecauseI

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