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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THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
carried her willy-nilly to <strong>the</strong>ir bed. His bed <strong>and</strong> her<br />
bed. How she loved him!<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong>y talked tea. Bruce talked, Clare<br />
listened, till Abdul made entry, announcing that<br />
his Sahib's hot bath was ready, <strong>and</strong> she lay <strong>the</strong>re<br />
absorbed in <strong>the</strong> whole atmosphere <strong>of</strong> it. <strong>The</strong> Darjeeling<br />
tea was delicious. China seed nurtured in<br />
<strong>the</strong> Himalayan mountain soil. Clare thought she<br />
would try <strong>the</strong> Orange Pekoe Fannings grade, even<br />
though it necessitated <strong>the</strong> schooling <strong>of</strong> her native<br />
staff to well cover <strong>the</strong> canister against draughts.<br />
Fannings was so easily blown about. Clare reflected<br />
what a lot <strong>of</strong> hot water Abdul would need to carry<br />
to cover her enormous husb<strong>and</strong>. How heavy he<br />
was, <strong>and</strong> how secure to her! Secure against any<br />
wind blowing him about like <strong>the</strong> Tea Fannings!<br />
Blowing him away from her side! A slight shiver<br />
shook her, an instantaneous depression—it came<br />
<strong>and</strong> left her again, left her with lightning speed.<br />
Intuitive. Ridiculous; yet it had come. <strong>The</strong> re-<br />
newal <strong>of</strong> splashing sounds dispelled <strong>the</strong> passing<br />
cloud. Happy again, she had fallen asleep, till fresh<br />
from his bath <strong>and</strong> exercises, her husb<strong>and</strong>'s kiss<br />
awoke her.<br />
"Wake up, swee<strong>the</strong>art; your bath will be getting<br />
cold," he had said. <strong>The</strong>n with no necessity for it,<br />
unless perhaps, by way <strong>of</strong> excuse to kiss her again:<br />
"Welcome to Goombah!" This, failing to wake<br />
Clare to his satisfaction, he had picked her up bodily<br />
again, lifted her from <strong>the</strong> bed, <strong>and</strong> so carried her<br />
before she was completely aware <strong>of</strong> it, kissing her<br />
as he strode along. In <strong>the</strong> bathroom Bruce set his<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 5<br />
wife on her feet, bestowed a look that she long after<br />
remembered, <strong>and</strong> so left her.<br />
Bathing, she had watched a lizard disporting itself<br />
up <strong>and</strong> down <strong>the</strong> wall. <strong>The</strong> little creature ran<br />
right across <strong>the</strong> ceiling on top <strong>of</strong> her. How its<br />
equilibrium was preserved passed comprehension.<br />
Outside, Abdul could be heard laying <strong>the</strong> breakfast.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sizzling <strong>of</strong> bacon, <strong>the</strong> smell, <strong>the</strong> suggestion <strong>of</strong><br />
it came to her through <strong>the</strong> high-cut bathroom door.<br />
Bruce delivering his orders, kindly yet firmly. How<br />
those boys worshipped <strong>the</strong>ir great Sahib! Bruce<br />
never gave an order twice. <strong>The</strong>re was no need to.<br />
Clare loved it all, fitted into it, became part <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
eAxpyeeraiernched ad. gone by—<strong>the</strong> happiest she had ever<br />
Sir Bruce Arbuthnot, Baronet, was managing<br />
owner not only <strong>of</strong> Goombah, but also <strong>of</strong> all <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r gardens comprised in <strong>the</strong> Arbuthnot Tea<br />
Estate Company Limited. Each garden carried its<br />
own manager. Some gardens required <strong>the</strong> fur<strong>the</strong>r<br />
addition <strong>of</strong> one or more assistants. No, <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
certainly no financial need for <strong>the</strong> sharing <strong>of</strong> but<br />
one bearer between <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>and</strong> now Clare's thoughts<br />
came back to <strong>the</strong> immediate present as <strong>the</strong> "boy"<br />
put <strong>the</strong> tea-tray down by her side. He had to slide<br />
<strong>the</strong> tray along <strong>the</strong> table to avoid <strong>the</strong> book which she<br />
had been trying to read.<br />
<strong>The</strong> coolie girl who had so especially caught<br />
Clare's attention was now working round to <strong>the</strong><br />
side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tea bush, thus presenting her alluring<br />
beauty in pr<strong>of</strong>ile. Li<strong>the</strong> fingers nipped <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong><br />
green leaf according to <strong>the</strong> orders ruling for <strong>the</strong>