The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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96 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
day <strong>of</strong> this sort. He had always wanted to see something<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Isl<strong>and</strong>s. He had been resolved to do<br />
so, but lately, with his mo<strong>the</strong>r's growing restlessness<br />
<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> swift progress he was making, it seemed as<br />
though he might leave <strong>Australia</strong> for an apprenticeship<br />
in some Clyde shipbuilding yard sooner than<br />
he had ever dreamed. <strong>The</strong> only chance to visit<br />
those Isl<strong>and</strong>s was now. Edith wouldn't mind, because<br />
after all he could not possibly see much <strong>of</strong><br />
her during vacation. He couldn't see so much <strong>of</strong><br />
her in point <strong>of</strong> actual fact, as during term, when<br />
<strong>the</strong>y could at least meet at lunch. Edith, too, would<br />
be away from Manly living far away at Orange.<br />
It might be impossible to see her at all. And<br />
now this <strong>of</strong>fer. His mind was already made up,<br />
but he would not tell Pinkerton so just yet. He<br />
must not cheapen himself.<br />
"It's jolly nice <strong>of</strong> you, Pinko, old bean," he said.<br />
"I'll certainly think it over. As you say, I'm still a<br />
free agent. Must be, I suppose, at twenty. May<br />
not have ano<strong>the</strong>r opportunity. Well, I'll decide<br />
soon one way or <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> let you know."<br />
"Good egg, Swinton!" Pinkerton said with<br />
warmth. "That's right; take your own time. I<br />
thought you were <strong>the</strong> sort <strong>of</strong> chap to have <strong>the</strong><br />
guts to entertain <strong>the</strong> idea. Wouldn't have considered<br />
anyone else."<br />
Clare wasn't too keen upon it, but blamed herself<br />
for trying to molly-coddle her son, <strong>and</strong> accordingly<br />
told him to please himself about <strong>the</strong> matter.<br />
She would not st<strong>and</strong> in his way.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, before seeing Edith again, he told Pinker-<br />
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ton he would be very pleased to put in two months<br />
with him on Tuamonti, <strong>the</strong> Garden <strong>of</strong> Eden in <strong>the</strong><br />
French group, so well known by <strong>the</strong> University<br />
undergraduate.<br />
Afterwards Bruce met Edith <strong>and</strong> told her <strong>of</strong> his<br />
intention. <strong>The</strong> girl took it as a matter <strong>of</strong> course.<br />
She had not expected to see very much <strong>of</strong> her<br />
lover during <strong>the</strong> holidays. Circumstances were too<br />
impossibly difficult to arrange many meetings.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir <strong>of</strong>ficial engagement was about as far <strong>of</strong>f as<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir marriage, if this ever became possible. Young<br />
men <strong>of</strong> her acquaintance were always going away<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong> girl was sorry he was going so far,<br />
urged him to take care <strong>of</strong> his dear self. <strong>The</strong> time<br />
came to wish him good-bye.<br />
Edith had intended to see him <strong>of</strong>f by his vessel,<br />
<strong>the</strong> Wotangee, but circumstances prevented her.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n Clare was to have done so, but at <strong>the</strong> last<br />
moment thought he might dislike looking a baby<br />
before his friend, so bade him God-speed at Vaucluse<br />
instead. As <strong>the</strong> Wotangee steamed proudly past<br />
her house, outward bound for <strong>the</strong> Heads, Clare<br />
waved to him from an upper window. Bruce saw<br />
his mo<strong>the</strong>r through Pinkerton's strong binoculars,<br />
<strong>and</strong>, as previously agreed between <strong>the</strong>m, he waved<br />
back. Clare could just distinguish her son through<br />
her glasses, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> worst foreboding she had ever<br />
previously experienced came to her as <strong>the</strong> huge<br />
vessel rounded East for <strong>the</strong> open sea. <strong>The</strong> woman's<br />
depression eclipsed even <strong>the</strong> intuitive fear—for she<br />
knew not what—which she had felt in Darjeeling,<br />
now twenty years ago. A violent shudder shook