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"It must be this evening. When shall I come?"
"Any time after dinner. If you will watch the window of my stateroom, I'll let you know when you can find him alone."
The day was going out in a dusty twilight, and they were again standing on the rear platform of the second observation-car.
When the train clattered in over the switches and stopped on the outer track of the Denver station platform, this last car was screened by the dimly lighted hulk of the Tadmor switched in to receive its lading.
Brockway ran down the steps and swung Gertrude lightly to the platform; after which he put his arms about her and kissed her pa.s.sionately.
"G.o.d knows when the next time will be," he said, with a sudden foreboding of evil; and then he took her arm and led her swiftly across to the private car, leaving the Burtons to go whither they would.
XXIV
THE END OF A STOP-OVER
The waiter was laying the plates for dinner when Gertrude came out of her stateroom, and Fleetwell rose and placed a chair for her where they would be out of earshot of the others.
"Had a comfortably good time to-day?" he inquired, stretching himself lazily on the lounge at her side.
"Yes. What have you been doing?"
"'Socializing,' as Priscilla says; cantering about all over Denver, looking up people we shouldn't nod to at home. Where are your friends?"
"The Burtons? I think they went to a hotel. They are not going on till to-morrow night."
"I wonder what became of the pa.s.senger agent; I haven't seen him since morning," said the collegian, with his eyes lying in wait to pounce upon her secret.
"He was with us," she replied, calmly, and Fleetwell sat up immediately.
"Oughtn't I to be jealous?" he demanded.
"I don't know why you should be?"
"I fancy the others would say I ought to be."
"Why?"
"For obvious reasons; aren't we supposed to be as good as engaged?"
"I don't know about the supposition; but we are not engaged."
"No; and your father says it's my fault. Will you set the day?"
Her smile was sweet and ineffable. "What an enthusiastic wooer you are, Cousin Chester. Couldn't you rake up the embers and fan them into a tiny bit of a blaze? just for form's sake, you know."
"That's nonsense," he answered, placidly. "We've known each other too long for anything of that sort. But you haven't answered my question."
"About the day? That is nonsense, too. You know perfectly well there isn't going to be any day--not for us."
Fleetwell drew a long breath and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Don't let us make any mistake about this," he said, soberly. "I'm asking you in good faith to be my wife, you know."
"And I am refusing you in equally good faith. I don't love you at all--not in that way."
"You are quite sure of that?"
"Yes, surer now than ever before, though I've known it all along."
"Then you refuse me point blank?"
"I do."
He fetched another long breath and took her hand.
"That's the kindest thing you ever did for me, Gerty," he said, out of a full heart. "I--I'm ashamed to confess it, but I've been disloyal all along. It's----"
"It's Hannah Beaswicke; I knew it," she said, smiling wisely. "But don't humiliate yourself; I, too, have been 'disloyal,' as you call it."
"You?"
"Yes; I'll tell you about it some time--no, not now"--shaking her head--"dinner is ready."
It was thus that Fleetwell kept his promise to his cousin, and there had been never so much as a word about what Mr. Francis Vennor considered the main question at issue, namely, the fate of Gertrude's legacy. And when they came to the table together they were so evidently at peace that the President drew another false conclusion and wore his best King George smile throughout the entire dinner-hour.
At the conclusion of the meal, Fleetwell dodged the customary cigar with his cousin. Under the circ.u.mstances he deemed it prudent to give the chapter of accidents a clear field. Moreover, he conjectured that Gertrude had somewhat to say to her father, and would be grateful for an undisturbed half-hour; wherefore he proposed a stroll up-town to Mrs.
Dunham and the Misses Beaswicke, and presently left the car with the three of them in tow.
The President was in his stateroom, refilling his cigar-case; and when he came out, Gertrude and Quatremain were alone in the large compartment.
"Where are the others?" he asked, pausing at her chair to light his cigar.
"They have gone up-town for a walk."
"H-m; and left you behind?"
"I didn't care to go." She saw that her opportunity was come, and gave the secretary a look which should have made him vanish at once. It did not, but her father cut the knot of that difficulty.
"It's a fine night; will you take a turn outside with me, while I smoke?" he said.
She acquiesced, and they went out to pace up and down the long platform.
Two turns they made in silence while Gertrude sought vainly for words confessional, and at the third her father helped her without intending to.
"When is it to be?" he asked, abruptly.
She supposed he meant her marriage to Brockway, but she determined to make him speak plainly. So she said, "When is what to be?"