A Veldt Official Part 9
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"Stood what? The crossing or the temper?" said Mona. "I've got a fine old crusted stock of the latter myself."
"You have," a.s.sented Roden.
"That's rude."
"Your own doing," was the ready rejoinder. "You left me the choice of two evils, though, Miss Ridsdale. Wouldn't it be ruder still to contradict a lady?"
"Go on, you two hair-splitters!" laughed Grace. "Mr Musgrave, I've put you in the same room you had last time. You know your way. Supper will be ready directly."
"And you'd better turn on a fire in the sitting-room, Grace," said Suffield. "The days are hot for July, in this high veldt, but the nights are nipping. Besides, like a n.i.g.g.e.r, I'm keen on a fire to smoke the evening pipe beside, when one can invent the shadow of an excuse for lighting one. It's more snag, you know."
And so it was. Seated there at the chimney-corner smoking the post-prandial pipe, while the burning logs crackled brightly, and conversation flowed free and unrestrained, varied by a song or two from Mona, as also from Suffield, who was no mean vocalist, and the prospect of some sport on the morrow, it occurred to Roden that life as at present const.i.tuted was a fairly enjoyable thing. That ill.u.s.trious, if out-of-the-world towns.h.i.+p, Doppersdorp, might not have been precisely the locality he would have chosen as an abiding place; but even it contained compensating elements.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
CONCERNING THE CHASE.
"Well, you two Sabbath-breakers!" was Grace Suffield's laughing greeting to her husband and guest on the following morning, as she joined the two on the _stoep_, where they were cleaning and oiling a rifle apiece preparatory to the day's doings. "So you're not to be persuaded into abandoning your wicked enterprise?"
"It's the only day a poor hard-worked Civil Servant has the whole of, Mrs Suffield," answered Roden.
"Oh yes! I daresay. As if you couldn't have as many days as you chose to ask for. But come in now. Breakfast is ready."
They entered, and were immediately beset by the glum face and wistful entreaty of the eldest hopeful, begging to be allowed to come too.
"Not to-day, sonny; not to-day," answered his father decisively. "You can go out any day; you're not a hard-worked Civil Servant. Besides, we shall hardly get anything; we're only going just for the sake of the ride. Where's Mona?" he added. "Late, as usual?"
"Oh yes. We needn't wait for her."
Well that they did not, for breakfast was nearly over when she sailed in, bringing with her--surprise; for she was clad in a riding habit.
"Hallo, young woman! What's the meaning of this? Going to ride into Doppersdorp to church?" sang out Suffield.
"Not to-day, Charlie. I'm going to see you and Mr Musgrave shoot a buck."
"Eh!" said Suffield, with a blank stare at Roden.
"Oh, you needn't look so disappointed, or you might have the civility not to show it. I'm going with you, and that's all about it," said Mona, with nonchalant decision, beginning upon her tea.
"Well, upon my word! But we are going into the very dev--er--I mean, all sorts of rough places, right up among the _krantzes_. Who on earth is going to look after such a superfine young party as you?"
"Wait until somebody is asked to. Meanwhile, I flatter myself I'm old enough and ugly enough to look after myself."
"Father, you said just now you were only going for the sake of the ride," struck in the disappointed hopeful.
"Um--yes, did I though? So I did, Frank. I say, though. Did you ever hear the saying, that small boys should be seen and not heard? If you're ready, Musgrave, we'll go round and see about the horses." Under which somewhat cowardly expedient Suffield rose to effect a timely retreat. "By the way, what are you going to ride, Miss Independence?"
he added, turning on the threshold.
"Oh, I've arranged all that," replied Mona, indifferently.
And she had. When they reached the stable they found the ragged Hottentot groom already placing a side-saddle upon one of the horses, a steady-going sure-footed bay.
Now, Roden Musgrave was a real sportsman; which, for present purposes, may be taken to mean that, whatever might be lovely woman's place, in his opinion it was not out buck-shooting among more or less dangerous slopes and crags. Nevertheless, when Mona's glance had rested momentarily upon his face as she made her surprising announcement, he flattered himself that he had done nothing to show his real opinion.
Nor had he, actively, but there was not the slightest sign of brightening at the news, such as would have lit up the countenance of, say, Lambert, in like case. And this she, for her part, did not fail to note.
It was a lovely morning as they rode forth along the base of the great sweeping slopes, terraced at intervals with b.u.t.tresses of cliff. The air was as clear and exhilarating as wine, and the sky one vivid, radiant, azure vault. High overhead a white fleecy cloud or two soared around a craggy peak.
"Isn't it a day?" cried Mona, half breathlessly, as they pulled up to a walk, after a long canter over the nearly level plain. "Grace thinks we are an out-and-out sinful trio."
"So we are, Miss Ridsdale," said Roden. "But you're the worst. Woman-- lovely woman--is nothing if not devout. Now, with Suffield and myself it doesn't matter. We are the unregenerate and brutal s.e.x."
"Well it isn't our fault, anyway," said Suffield. "We are Church of England, and that persuasion is not represented in Doppersdorp. And, at any rate, it's better to be doing something rational on Sunday than to sit twirling one's thumbs and yawning, and smoking too many pipes all day because it is Sunday."
"Why don't you agitate for a church, then?" asked Roden.
"Oh, the bishop and the dean are too hard at it, fighting out their battle royal in Grahamstown, to spare time to attend to us. There's a Methodist meeting-house in Doppersdorp and a Catholic chapel, as well as the Dutch Reformed church, but we are left to slide."
"Have you been to the Catholic church, Mr Musgrave?" said Mona. "I go there sometimes, though I always have to fight Grace before and after on the subject. But I don't see why I shouldn't go. I like it."
"That surely should be justification enough."
"Don't put on that nasty, cynical tone when I want you to talk quite nicely."
"But I don't know how."
"I'm not going to pay you the compliment you're fis.h.i.+ng for. What were we talking about? Oh, I know. Isn't Father O'Driscoll a dear old man?"
"I suppose so, if that means something in his favour."
"That is just like you," said Mona, half angrily. "Why don't you agree with me cordially instead of in that half-hearted way, especially as you and he have become such friends? They are already saying in Doppersdorp that you will soon turn Catholic."
"One might 'turn' worse. But Doppersdorp, as not infrequently happens, is wide of the mark. When the old man and I make an evening of it our conversation is not of faith, but of works. We talk about fis.h.i.+ng."
"What? Always?"
"Always. Don't you know that the votary of the fly when, after long abstinence, he runs against another votary of the fly, takes a fresh lease of life. Now, Father O'Driscoll and myself are both such votaries, the only two here. Wherefore, when we get together, we enthuse upon the subject like anything."
"It's refres.h.i.+ng to learn that _you_ can enthuse upon any subject," Mona rejoined.
"Oh, I can. Wait till we get up yonder among the rhybok."
"This way," cut in Suffield, striking into a by-track. "We must call in at Stoffel Van Wyk's. That long _berg_ at the back of his place is first-rate for rhybok."
"Most we?" expostulated Mona. "But we shall have to drink bad coffee."
"Well, the berry as there distilled is not first-rate."
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