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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272 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
"My dear Sir, never! You carry your age remarkably<br />
well, Sir Bruce."<br />
"Go on, man!" ordered <strong>the</strong> baronet. "We want<br />
to get this over."<br />
Snubbed, <strong>the</strong> pince-nez were replaced.<br />
<strong>The</strong> lady's turn came. "Your name <strong>and</strong> age,<br />
Madam?"<br />
Clare told him.<br />
"Spinster?" queried <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficial.<br />
"Her first husb<strong>and</strong> is dead," interrupted Sir<br />
Bruce tersely; "dead <strong>and</strong> buried. Died a natural<br />
death out in India."<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficial gasped astonishment. <strong>The</strong> baronet,<br />
now smiling, possessed dry humour.<br />
"Widow? But you said, Miss—er—what name<br />
was it now?" Shakily he referred to his entries <strong>and</strong><br />
notes.<br />
<strong>The</strong> lady turned to her companion. "Whatever<br />
am I, darling?" she enquired.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Registrar put down his pen. He wiped agitated<br />
glasses. <strong>The</strong> gratuity had been unnecessarily<br />
generous, <strong>and</strong> now this! Was <strong>the</strong>re some irregularity?<br />
He hoped that carpet wouldn't have to be<br />
forfeited. He could pass no irregularity, nei<strong>the</strong>r<br />
for baronets, nor for earls, for that matter.<br />
"It's this way, you see," Sir Bruce began. "<strong>The</strong><br />
lady's first husb<strong>and</strong> is dead."<br />
"Widow," <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficial began to write.<br />
"Do please explain it to him, Solomon, dear,"<br />
Clare said.<br />
CHAPTER XXVIII.<br />
THE MAJOR AND THE MINOR.<br />
THEIR second honeymoon was over. To be exact,<br />
it was just beginning, because some moons refuse<br />
to wane. Clare <strong>and</strong> her second husb<strong>and</strong>—<strong>the</strong> husb<strong>and</strong><br />
who so resembled her first—had repaired to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir country home at Hazelbrook—her home <strong>and</strong><br />
his—which Sir Bruce preferred to Vaucluse. Passing<br />
through Sydney on <strong>the</strong>ir way up from Palm<br />
Beach, Clare announced that she had an important<br />
appointment, <strong>and</strong> leaving Bruce in <strong>the</strong> room <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Overseas League, she met Bruce <strong>the</strong> lesser. He<br />
agreed to come up <strong>and</strong> see his fa<strong>the</strong>r at <strong>the</strong> time<br />
his mo<strong>the</strong>r named, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> stage was accordingly<br />
set for <strong>the</strong> meeting.<br />
Sir Bruce was st<strong>and</strong>ing with his back to <strong>the</strong><br />
empty open fireplace, watching Clare <strong>and</strong> Bruno<br />
in her garden. Clare appeared to be apologising to<br />
her flowers for her short absence from <strong>the</strong>m, when<br />
<strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> a powerful sporting two-seater was<br />
heard approaching. Clare disappeared from sight,<br />
<strong>and</strong> he could just hear her voice speaking to <strong>the</strong><br />
driver, who had pulled up opposite View Cottage.<br />
He distinctly heard his wife say, "Will you?" <strong>and</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>n, "You darling!"<br />
With quick, athletic tread a very tall <strong>and</strong>