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〃At last；〃 she said cordially； while she gave him her hand。 〃I began to fear you had already gone to the front。〃
〃Not without seeing you again；〃 he answered； as he followed her back to the bamboo chairs at the shaded western end of the veranda。 〃In fact； I began to be rather afraid I should never see the front at all。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 she asked quickly。 〃Has something happened since I saw you？〃
〃A great deal has happened。 The thing I referred to was my first sight of British regulars。〃
Her face cleared。
〃Oh； is that all？〃
〃It is a good deal；〃 he assured her； as he sat down。 〃I came out here with all sorts of high notions regarding volunteers。〃
〃Well？〃 she questioned smilingly。
〃Well； they have been taken out of me。 An untrained man isn't worth much in any line； least of all in the firing line。 Still； it would be very ignominious to go back home again。〃
Her eyes swept over his alert； well…groomed figure。
〃And when do you start for the front； Trooper Weldon？〃
〃How do you know I start at all？〃
〃How do I know you are sitting opposite me？〃 she asked lightly。 〃Having eyes； I use them。〃
〃And they tell you？〃 he responded。
〃That you are looking content with life。〃
The laughter died out of his eyes。
〃I am；〃 he said gravely； 〃perfectly content。 I am enrolled in the Scottish Horse； and I go tomorrow。〃
〃The Scottish Horse？〃 she asked quickly。 〃Which squadron？〃
〃Do you know anything of it？〃
〃A little；〃 she answered； 〃but that little is good。 Then it is to Maitland that you are going？〃
〃Are you omniscient； Miss Dent？〃
〃No； merely an inquisitive girl who remembers the answers to the questions that she asks。 My father； you know； is in the thick of things； and it seems to me I have met half the British army； in the four days I have been at home。〃
〃Officers； or Tommies？〃 he reminded her。
She laughed at the recollection of her former prejudice。
〃You told the truth； Mr。 Weldon。 One of the men I danced with； last season； is riding across Natal in the same squadron with his groom。 In my one London season； I met only officers。 Out here； I find Lord Thomas turned into Tommy Atkins； and I meet him every day。 But； aside from the war； what do you think of Cape Town？〃
〃What would I think of Table Mountain without its tablecloth？〃 he parried。 〃In both cases； the two things seem inseparable。〃
〃Wait till you know the place better； then；〃 she advised him。 〃It really does have a life of its own； apart from its military setting。〃
〃I am afraid there's not much chance of my knowing it better；〃 he answered a little regretfully。
〃Maitland is only three miles away； and you've not met my mother yet；〃 she suggested。
〃Is she at home now？〃 Weldon asked； with the conscious air of a man suddenly recalled to his social duty。
〃Not this afternoon。 She has taken Miss Arthur for a drive through Rondebosch。 That is quite one of the things to do； you know。〃
〃I didn't know。 Is the redoubtable Miss Arthur well？〃
The dimple beside the girl's firm lips displayed itself suddenly； and her eyes lighted。
〃Wonderfully。 Her convalescence has been remarkably short。 More remarkable still is the fact that she has neglected to mention her illness to any one。〃
〃How soon does she go back？〃
The blue eyes met his eyes in frank merriment。
〃Not until she has finished informing my mother of the present London code of chaperonage。〃
Weldon raised his brows。
〃Then I shall find her here； when I come back at the end of the war。〃
She made no pretence of misunderstanding him。
〃Are you so much less strict in Canada？〃
〃We aredifferent；〃 he confessed。 〃Miss Arthur's lorgnette would be impossible with us。 I don't mean the lorgnette itself； but the acute accent which she contrives to give to it。 Mrs。 Scott is more of a colonial matron。〃
〃Dear little lady！ Have you seen her since she landed？〃
〃Once。 They are at the Mount Nelson； and Carew and I called on them there。 They are leaving for De Aar； Monday。〃
〃And what about Mr。 Carew？〃
〃He goes with me to Maitland。 He is Trooper Carew now。〃
The girl sat staring thoughtfully out across the lawn。
〃I wonder what sort of a soldier he will make；〃 she said； half to herself。 Weldon faced her sharply。
〃Why？〃
〃Because life is an embodied joke to him。〃
Weldon rose a little stiffly。 His call had lasted its allotted time； nevertheless； under other conditions； it might have lasted even longer。 He liked Ethel Dent absolutely； yet now and then she had a curious fashion of antagonizing him。 The alternations of her cordial moments with her formal ones were no more marked than were the alternations of her viewpoint。 As a rule； she looked on life with the impartial eyes of a healthy…minded boy； occasionally； however； she showed herself hidebound by the fetters of tradition； and； worst of all； she wore the fetters as if they lay loosely upon her。 At such moments； he longed acutely to impress her with his own point of view； as the only just one possible。
〃I think perhaps you don't fully understand Carew； Miss Dent；〃 he said courteously； yet with a slight accent of finality。 〃He laughs at life like a child； but he lives it like a man。 I have known him since we were boys together； I have never known him to shirk or to funk a difficult point。 If the Scottish Horse ever sees the firing line； it will hold no better trooper than Harry Carew。〃
He bowed in farewell and turned away。 Looking after him； Ethel Dent told herself that Weldon's simple words had been descriptive； not only of his friend； but of his loyal； honest self。
Half…way across the heart…shaped bit of lawn enclosed within the curve of the drive； Weldon met another guest going towards the steps。 There was no need of the trim uniform of khaki serge to assure him that the man was also a soldier。 The starred shoulder straps were needless to show him that here was one born to command。 Glancing up； Weldon looked into a pair of keen blue eyes exactly on a level with his own； took swift note of the full； broad forehead； of the black lashes contrasting with the yellow hair and of the resolute lines of the shaven chin。 Then； mindful of his frock…coat and shining silk hat； he repressed his inclination to salute； and walked steadily on； quite unconscious of the part in his life which the stranger was destined to play； during the coming months。
CHAPTER FOUR
Sitting in the lee of the picket fence which bounded Maitland Camp on the west； Paddy the cook communed with himself； and Weldon and Carew communed with him。
〃Oh； it's long and long yet before a good many of these ones will be soldiers；〃 he； observed； with a disrespectful wave of his thumb towards the awkward squad still manoeuvering its way about over the barren stretch of the parade ground。 〃They ride like tailors squatting on their press…boards； and they salute like a parrot scratching his head with his hind paw。 A soldier is like a poet； born； not made。〃
In leisurely fashion； Weldon stretched himself at full length and drew out a slender pipe。
〃Paddy； if you keep on； I'll fire a kopje at you；〃 he threatened。
Paddy disdained the threat。
〃Glory be； the kopjes be riveted down on the bottom end of them！ But it's the truth I'm telling。 Half of these men is afraid of their lives； when they're on a horse。〃
〃The horses of South Africa are divided into two classes；〃 Carew observed sententiously； 〃the American ones that merely buck； and the cross…eyed Argentine ones that grin at you like a Cheshire cat； after they have done it。 Both are bad for the nerves。 Still； I'd rather be respectfully bucked； than bucked and then laughed at； after the catastrophe occurs。 Paddy； my knife has been splitting open its handle。 What's to be done about it？〃
〃Let's see。〃
Bending forward； Carew drew the black…handled knife and fork from the coils of his putties。 In the orderly surroundings of Maitland Camp； there was no especial need of his adopting the storage methods of the trek； nevertheless； he had taken to the new idea with prompt enthusiasm。 Up to that time； it had never occurred to him to bandage his legs with khaki； and then convert the bandages into a species of portable sideboard。
〃Paddy；〃 Weldon remonstrated； 〃don't stop to play with his knife。 No matter if it is cracked。 So is he； for the matter of that。 Go and tell your menial troop to remember to put a little beef in the soup； this noon。 I am tired of sipping warm water and onion juice。〃
〃What time is it； then？〃
〃My watch says eleven； but my stomach declares it is half…past two。 Trot along； there's a good Paddy。 And don't forget to tie a pink string to my piece of meat； when you give it to the orderly。 Else I may not know it's the best one。〃 With a reluctant yawn and a glance upward towards the sun； Paddy scrambled to his feet and brushed himself off with the outspread palms of his stubby hands。 Then he turned to the men behind him。
〃Stick your fork back in your putties； Mr。 Carew； and I'll send you a knife to go with it。 As long as Paddy manages the cooking tent； the cracked knives shall go to the dunderheads。 The best isn't any too good for them as rides like you and Mr。 Weldon； and drinks no rum at all。〃
Weldon eyed him mockingly。
〃And gives thei