THE PARTING
Sylvia entered the sitting-room that day with the feeling of one
returning after a prolonged absence. She had been almost too tired
to notice her surroundings the previous night upon arrival. Her
limbs felt leaden still, but her brain was alive and throbbing with
a painful intensity.
Mary Ann informed her that the big _baas_ was out on the lands, and
she received the news thankfully. Now was her chance! She took
it, feeling like a traitor.
Once more she went to Burke's room. She opened the strong-box
stealthily, listening intently for every sound. She slipped the
packet of notes inside, and shut it again quickly with a queer
little twist of the heart as she caught sight of the envelope
containing the cigarette which once he had drawn from between her
lips. Then with a start she heard the sound of hoofs outside the
window, and she knew that Burke had returned.
She hurried from the room with the key in her hand, meeting him in
the passage. He had his back to the light, but she thought he
looked very grim. The past weeks had aged and hardened him. She
wondered if they had wrought a similar change in her.
He spoke to her at once, before she had time to formulate a
greeting.
"Ah, here you are! Will you come in here? I want to speak to you."
She went into the sitting-room with a curious feeling of
fatefulness that outweighed her embarrassment. There was no
intimacy in his speech, and that helped her also. She saw that he
would not touch upon that which had happened in the night.
He gave her a critical look as he entered. "Are you rested? Have
you had breakfast?"
She answered him nervously. "Yes, I am quite all right to-day.
Mary Ann brought me some breakfast in bed."
He nodded, dismissing the matter. "I have been over to see
Merston. He is on his legs again, practically well. But she is
not feeling up to the mark. She wants to know if you will go over.
I told her I thought you would. But don't go if you would rather
not!"
"Of course I will go," Sylvia said, "if I can do any good."
And then she looked at him with a sudden curious doubt. Had this
suggestion originated with him. Did he feel, as she felt, that the
present state of affairs was intolerable? Or was he, for her sake
alone, offering her the only sanctuary in his power?
His face told her nothing. She had not the faintest idea as to
whether he wished her to go or stay. But he accepted her decision
at once.
"I will take you over in the cart this evening," he said. "I
thought you would probably wish to go. They are more or less
expecting you."
His tone was practical, wholly free from emotion. But the wonder
still lingered in her mind. She spoke after a moment with slight
hesitation.
"You--will be able to manage all right without me?"
"I shall try," said Burke.
There was no perceptible cynicism in his tone, yet she winced a
little, for in some fashion it hurt her. Again she wondered, would
it be a relief to him when she had gone? Ah, that terrible barrier
of silence! If she could but have passed it then! But she lacked
the strength.
"Very well," she said, and turned away. "I will be ready."
His voice arrested her at the door of her room. "May I have the
key of the strong-box?"
She turned back. Her face was burning. He had taken her unawares.
"I have it here," she said, and gave it to him with a hand that
shook uncontrollably.
"Thank you," he said, and put it in his pocket. "I should take it
easy to-day if I were you. You need a rest."
And that was all. He went out again into the blazing sunshine, and
a little later she heard him talking to Schafen as they crossed the
yard to the sheep-pens.
She saw him again at the midday meal, but he ate in haste and
seemed preoccupied, departing again at the earliest moment
possible. Though he did not discuss the matter with her, she knew
that the cruel drought would become a catastrophe if it lasted much
longer. She prepared for departure with a heavy heart.
He came in again to tea, but went to his room to change and only
emerged to swallow a hasty cup before they started. Then, indeed,
just at the last, as she rose to dress for the journey, she
attempted shyly to penetrate the armour in which he had clad
himself.
"Are you sure you want me to go?" she said.
He turned towards her, and for a moment her heart stood still.
"Don't you want to go?" he said.
She did not answer the question. Somehow she could not. Neither
could she meet the direct gaze of the keen grey eyes upturned to
hers.
"I feel almost as if I am deserting my post," she told him, with a
rather piteous smile.
"Oh, you needn't feel that," he said quietly. "In any case you can
come back whenever you want to. You won't be far away."
Not far away! Were they not poles asunder already--their
partnership dissolved as if it had never been,--their
good-fellowship--their friendship--crumbled to ashes? Her heart
was beating again quickly, unevenly. She knew that the way was
barred.
"Well, send for me if you want me at any time!" she said, and
passed on to her room.
There was no need and small opportunity for talk during the drive,
for Burke had his hands full with a pair of young horses who tried
to bolt upon every conceivable occasion that offered, and he had to
keep an iron control upon them throughout the journey.
So at length they came to the Merstons' farm, and with a mingling
of relief and dissatisfaction Sylvia realized that any further
discussion was out of the question.
Merston came out, full of jovial welcome, to meet them, and in a
moment she was glad that she had come. For she saw that he was
genuinely pleased to see her.
"It's most awfully good of you to come," he said, as he helped her
down. "You've been having a strenuous time at Brennerstadt, I'm
told. I wondered if you were going in for Kelly's diamond that he
was so full of the other day. How the fellow did talk to be sure!
He's a walking advertisement. I should think he must have filled
Wilbraham's coffers for him. And you didn't hear who won it?"
It was Burke who answered. "No, we didn't stop for that. We
wanted to get away."
Merston looked at Sylvia. "And you left young Guy behind? It was
very sporting of you to go after him like that. Burke told me
about it. I blame myself that he wasn't on the spot to help. I
hope the journey wasn't very infernal?"
He spoke with so kindly an interest that but for Burke's presence
she would have felt no embarrassment. He evidently thought that
she had acted with commendable courage. She answered him without
difficulty, though she could not restrain a quick flush at his
words. It was thus then that Burke had defended her honour--and
his own!
"It wasn't a very nice Journey of course, but I managed it all
right. Mr. Kelly has promised to look after Guy."
"He'll do it then," said Merston reassuringly. "He's a grand chap
is Kelly. A bit on the talkative side of course, but a real good
sort. Come in now! Come and see my wife! Burke, get down! You
must have a drink anyway before you start back."
But Burke shook his head. "Thanks, old chap! I won't wait. I've
things to do, and it's getting late. If you can just get my wife's
baggage out, I'll be off."
The last of the sunset light shone upon him as he sat there.
Looking back at him, Sylvia saw him, brown, muscular, firm as a
rock, and an odd little thrill went through her. There was a
species of rugged magnificence about him that moved her strangely.
The splendid physique of the man had never shown to fuller
advantage. Perhaps the glory of the sunset intensified the
impression, but he seemed to her great.
Merston was dragging forth her belongings. She went to help him.
Burke kept his seat, the reins taut in his hands.
Merston abruptly gripped him by the knee. "Look here, old boy!
You must have a drink! Wait where you are while I fetch it!"
He was gone with the words, and they were left alone. Sylvia bent
over her suit-case, preparing to pick it up. A tumult of strange
emotion had swept over her. She was quivering all over. The
horses were stamping and chafing at their bits. He spoke to them
with a brief command and they stood still.
Then, very suddenly, he spoke to her. "Good-bye!" he said.
She lifted her face. He was smiling faintly, but his smile hurt
her inexplicably. It seemed to veil something that was tragic from
her eyes.
He bent towards her. "Good-bye!" he said again.
She moved swiftly, seized by an impulse she could not pause to
question. It was as if an unknown force compelled her. She
mounted the wheel, and offered him her lips in farewell.
For a moment his arms encircled her with a close and quivering
tension. He kissed her, and in that kiss for the first time she
felt the call of the spirit.
Then she was free, and blindly feeling for the ground. As she
reached it, she heard Merston returning, and without a backward
look she took up her suit-case and turned to enter. There was a
burning sensation as of tears in her throat, but she kept them from
her eyes by sheer determination, and Merston noticed nothing.
"Go straight in!" he said to her with cheery hospitality. "You'll
find my wife inside. She's cooking the supper. She'll be awfully
pleased to see you."
If this were indeed the case, Mrs. Merston certainly concealed any
excess of pleasure very effectually. She greeted her with a
perfunctory smile, and told her it was very good of her to come but
she would soon wish she hadn't. She was looking very worn and
tired, but she assured Sylvia somewhat sardonically that she was
not feeling any worse than usual. The heat and the drought had
been very trying, and her husband's accident had given her more to
do. She had fainted the evening before, and he had been frightened
for once and made a fuss--quite unnecessarily. She was quite
herself again, and she hoped Sylvia would not feel she had been
summoned on false pretences.
Sylvia assured her that she would not, and declared it would do her
good to make herself useful.
"Aren't you that at home?" said Mrs. Merston.
"Well, there are plenty of Kaffirs to do the work. I am not
absolutely necessary to Burke's comfort," Sylvia explained.
"I thought you were," Matilda Merston's pale eyes gave her a shrewd
glance. "He was keen enough to run after you to Brennerstadt," she
remarked. "How did you get on there?"
Sylvia hesitated. "We were only there a couple of nights," she
said vaguely.
"So I gathered. Did you find Guy?"
"No. I didn't see him. But Mr. Kelly has promised to look after
him."
"Ah, Donovan is a good sort," said Mrs. Merston. "He'd nursemaid
anyone. So Kieff is dead!"
She said it abruptly, too intent upon the mixing of her cake to
look up.
There came the sound of wheel and hoofs outside, and Sylvia paused
to listen before she replied.
"Yes. Kieff is dead."
The sound died away in the distance, and there fell a silence.
Then, "Killed himself, did he?" asked Mrs. Merston.
"I was told so," said Sylvia.
"Don't you believe it?" Mrs. Merston looked across at her suddenly.
"Did someone else have a try first? Did he have a row with Burke?"
There was no evading the questions though she would fain have
avoided the whole subject. In a very low voice Sylvia spoke of the
violent scene she had witnessed.
Mrs. Merston listened with interest, but with no great surprise.
"Burke always was a savage," she commented. "But after all, Kieff
had tried to kill him a day or two before. Guy prevented that, so
Donovan told me. What made Guy go off in such a hurry?"
"I--can't tell you," Sylvia said.
Something in her reply struck Mrs. Merston. She became suddenly
silent, and finished her task without another word.
Later, when she took Sylvia to the guest-room, which was no more
than a corrugated iron lean-to lined with boarding, she
unexpectedly drew the girl to her and kissed her. But still she
did not say a word.