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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282 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
And Sir Bruce looked down on him with a<br />
tolerant smile <strong>of</strong> good humoured amusement, but<br />
said no word.<br />
"Allow me to introduce my parents to you, Mr.<br />
Burne. You have already met my mo<strong>the</strong>r; this is<br />
my fa<strong>the</strong>r, Sir Bruce Arbuthnot."<br />
"But—but you ain't married, that what you're<br />
not."<br />
"Oh, dear me, yes he is," came Clare's voice from<br />
<strong>the</strong> background. "Aren't you, darling?"<br />
"You'll find <strong>the</strong>re is no doubt about that, Mr.<br />
Burne," <strong>the</strong> baronet assured him.<br />
"But—but —"<br />
"But, Daddy," came from Edith, "perhaps, dear<br />
—I only say perhaps, you know—you may have<br />
been listening to a lot <strong>of</strong> idle gossip that didn't concern<br />
you?"<br />
"Well, so I may, Edie, my girl; so I may. Dang<br />
it, I always liked <strong>the</strong> lad!"<br />
"And we may shake h<strong>and</strong>s, may we, Burne?"<br />
enquired Sir Bruce.<br />
For one moment <strong>the</strong> farmer hesitated, <strong>the</strong>n his<br />
whole instinct (always going out to a real man<br />
when he met one) melted like snow under a Darjeeling<br />
sun.<br />
"<strong>The</strong> Lord's name be praised!" he said. "Glad, I<br />
could cry with it. Shake? Too true I'll shake, Sir<br />
Bruce, <strong>and</strong> here's my h<strong>and</strong> upon it!"<br />
It was at this juncture that Florence Tooth<br />
elected to make her appearance.<br />
"So you're wrong again William, eh?" she rasped<br />
out. "Confess it <strong>and</strong> make amends."<br />
,,<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
283<br />
"Ah! Florence," he said, "<strong>and</strong> glad to be wrong<br />
at that. You're in this or I'm a Dutchman. Well,<br />
girl, it's good enough to quit hating on, this is.<br />
Who'd 'ave thought it now? <strong>The</strong> boy's got a<br />
decent fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r—parents to be proud on.<br />
Why, Florence, my gal, I could hug you this blessed<br />
minute, that could I!"<br />
Her feelings worked up, slightly emotional,<br />
Florence Tooth volunteered:<br />
"You can kiss me if you like, William."<br />
"Well, I'll be flambusted!" ejaculated that<br />
worthy. "Mo<strong>the</strong>r, did you hear that, now?"<br />
"Go on, William, kiss your sister-in-law, do!"<br />
said Mrs. William Burne.