Part 32 (2/2)
OH, LOVE! IN SUCH A WILDERNESS AS THIS.
Eleanor grows very fond of Elizabeth Kachin and her dusky son. Since she rescued him that day from the trap Tombo thinks there is no one like the beautiful Mrs. Quinton.
Big Tombo, his father, an educated man who has spent many years of his life in England, also looks upon Eleanor with the same reverence and admiration as little Tombo.
Carol makes fun of the sandy-haired woman wedded to a native, and laughs at Eleanor for being friends with her.
”I have not so many friends that I can afford to pick or choose,” she says simply to Quinton, who is smoking in the verandah, his legs crossed, and a graceful air of abandon in his att.i.tude.
She looks lovingly at his long, slim foot, remembering how it attracted her in old days.
”No, darling; I am afraid you must be getting bored to death in this beastly slow place.”
A look of alarm steals over Eleanor's features. The distress in her voice is evident as she replies:
”Oh, no, Carol--are you?”
”I have plenty of sport,” he says, watching the smoke wreath upwards; ”it is different for me.”
”And I have you,” she answers tenderly; ”that is all I want.”
”Sweetest Eleanor,” he drawls, letting her take his hand. ”How easily you are satisfied!”
”I don't quite see that,” she answers, puckering her forehead. ”I have the only man I love here at my side, glorious scenery all round, I do just as I please, I come and go unquestioned, you have given me a horse to ride, and a house to inhabit, a heart to treasure----”
”Why do you put the heart last?”
She laughs at his question.
”Oh! merely by chance.”
”Perhaps it is the least valuable,” says Quinton, playing with her fingers.
”Don't be silly.”
”I wish you were fond of sport, I would teach you to shoot.”
”I cannot bear killing things. I really believe I should suffer as much as my victims.”
”That would be very weak-minded of you.”
”Perhaps, but I _have_ a weak mind, you know. I told you that at Copthorne, when you swallowed up my will.”
”That sounds as if I were a devouring monster, darling.”
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