A MILITARY MANŒUVRE

I had feigned to change my mind several times with regard to Bassishaw’s

garden-party, but Carrie had suddenly developed accentuated ideas on the

subject of engagement-keeping.

“We promised, you know, Rol,” she said, “and it would look so bad to run

off. I don’t suppose it will be much fun,” she added candidly.

She was mistaken. It would be great fun.

On the way thither I entertained her blandly on the subject of unmarried

life. I pointed out to her the advantages of a brother and sister living

happily together, as, say, in our own case. I argued on the holy bonds

of kinship, and congratulated her on having a brother who would devote

the whole of his life to making her comfortable. How happy we were!

Carrie moved uneasily in her seat. She endeavoured to change the

subject. Her conscience wrought within her--she was a guilty traitor,

and deceiving the kindest of brothers. Had she been less in love, she

might have suspected something, as I continued in the same strain; but

such is not the way of youth. Her arts might have been transparent to me

for months and months, yet she would at last break the great secret with

most delicious gentleness, in stammers and blushes, and I would show a

dramatic surprise and shock. We see other people’s progress, but our own

love affairs are always unguessed.

It was a great relief to Carrie when we arrived at the Bassishaws’. The

strain was getting embarrassing. A straight military young figure had

evidently been on the look-out for our conveyance, for he made several

false starts, and almost supplanted the more ceremonious reception due

from his mother. This little formality through, he pounced on us at

once.

“How d’ye do, Miss Butterfield? Do, Butterfield?” he said warmly. “So

glad you’ve come.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “I was rather afraid I’d have to let Carrie come

alone, but I managed to arrange it.”

A shade of regret was visible in his eyes, but he bore it nicely. He is

“white,” as Carmichael would have said.

“Of course,” he said, “Miss Butterfield would have been all right, you

know, but I’m glad you came too.”

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