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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186 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
being disengaged for <strong>the</strong> evening, she has peculiar<br />
pleasure in requesting <strong>the</strong> pleasure <strong>of</strong> your company<br />
to dinner HERE, at 7 p.m. R.S.V.P."<br />
<strong>The</strong> peon had yet ano<strong>the</strong>r long run across <strong>the</strong><br />
mountain track which separated Goombah <strong>and</strong><br />
Publoo to convey Sir Bruce's reply. This read:<br />
"With you both 7 p.m. Arbuthnot."<br />
Sir Bruce turned up to time, as was his invariable<br />
wont, <strong>and</strong> was treated with <strong>the</strong> true Scotch cordiality<br />
given to friends who have passed <strong>the</strong>ir difficult<br />
rubicon. <strong>The</strong>re was nothing to indicate in <strong>the</strong><br />
manner adopted by Mr. <strong>and</strong> Mrs. Mackenzie that<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were entertaining <strong>the</strong>ir employer, <strong>and</strong> nothing<br />
in Sir Bruce's mien to <strong>the</strong>m to suggest that <strong>the</strong><br />
Mackenzies were anything but independent host<br />
<strong>and</strong> hostess. If anything, Sir Bruce might almost<br />
have appeared to be deferring to his hosts. Almost,<br />
but not quite, for <strong>the</strong> magnetic personality <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
owner was overwhelming. It grew upon Mrs. Mackenzie<br />
more <strong>and</strong> more as <strong>the</strong> evening progressed,<br />
till she came to forget his past life, forget everything<br />
but an absorbed interest in <strong>the</strong> man himself.<br />
It was after dinner, when sitting out in long<br />
deck chairs, <strong>the</strong> men regaling <strong>the</strong>mselves with<br />
cheroots, <strong>and</strong> Mrs. Mackenzie—who was never idle<br />
for one minute from <strong>the</strong> time she rose until <strong>the</strong><br />
time she retired—busy at her knitting, that Sir<br />
Bruce opened up <strong>the</strong> subject matter which had led<br />
him to sent out his invitation.<br />
"I'm a wealthy man, Mackenzie," he remarked,<br />
throwing out a cloud <strong>of</strong> blue-grey tobacco smoke,<br />
<strong>and</strong> watching it mingle with <strong>the</strong> cool night air.<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
187<br />
"Ay!" agreed <strong>the</strong> Scotchman. "'Am thinking<br />
you're recht <strong>the</strong>re, Sir Bruce. 'Am not in queer<br />
streets mysel', ye ken."<br />
Sir Bruce Arbuthnot stifled a quiet smile at <strong>the</strong><br />
merited boast. "You will have saved, thanks to<br />
<strong>the</strong> help <strong>of</strong> Mrs. Mackenzie here, I make no doubt,<br />
Mackenzie?"<br />
"I hae that, mon," <strong>the</strong> Scotchman agreed, his<br />
rugged face alight with <strong>the</strong> tactful drawing-in <strong>of</strong><br />
his wife's h<strong>and</strong> in <strong>the</strong> matter. "Mrs. Mackenzie is<br />
ay <strong>the</strong> best womman <strong>the</strong> Almighty ever sent into a<br />
mortal, sinful worrlld. We've all three thous<strong>and</strong><br />
pounds saved up, <strong>and</strong> lying at this minute on deposit<br />
in <strong>the</strong> Scottish Bank."<br />
"Why, that's splendid, Mac!"<br />
"Ay, mon, it is that," agreed <strong>the</strong> planter.<br />
"May I congratulate you, Mrs. Mackenzie?" requested<br />
Sir Bruce.<br />
Mrs. Mackenzie told him that he might. She<br />
added that <strong>the</strong>y had to admit <strong>the</strong> little nest egg<br />
would have been less had <strong>the</strong> Almighty blessed<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with children, <strong>and</strong> much to <strong>the</strong> same effect.<br />
When Mrs. Mac spoke, her husb<strong>and</strong>, never a talkative<br />
man, held his peace. All he could have said was<br />
so well delivered by his spouse that it appeared in<br />
his judgment unnecessary for him to waste futile<br />
words by way <strong>of</strong> repetition.<br />
Sir Bruce went on to talk about himself. "I've<br />
a notion to take a long spell at home," he told <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
"It's long since I took a real holiday, <strong>and</strong> I feel<br />
I'm due for a change."<br />
"Ay, mon, a change," remarked Mackenzie, <strong>and</strong>