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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22<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
"Babies?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> man gave a slight imperceptible start.<br />
"Baby snakes, Bruce?"<br />
"Yes, <strong>the</strong> young 'uns, you know—little fellows."<br />
Clare toyed with her cigarette. Her great boy<br />
was out <strong>of</strong> sorts to-night—not in a mood to be<br />
questioned.<br />
Abdul brought <strong>the</strong>m a small peg <strong>of</strong> whisky <strong>and</strong><br />
soda, left <strong>the</strong>m as silently as he had entered, glided<br />
out wraith-like. Bruce placed his glass through <strong>the</strong><br />
aperture made for it in <strong>the</strong> arm-rest <strong>of</strong> his long<br />
deck chair. His wife left hers on <strong>the</strong> table. Clare<br />
liked to do one thing at a time; she enjoyed a slow<br />
pulse. Smoking <strong>and</strong> drinking did not go well<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r with her. She smoked about three<br />
cigarettes daily. Some women she knew smoked<br />
thirty-three. She drank just enough to disqualify<br />
her from <strong>the</strong> pledge. Just enough to escape eligibility<br />
by a short head. Bruce could have done without<br />
alcohol altoge<strong>the</strong>r, being too strong to need it. It<br />
was <strong>the</strong> same to him whe<strong>the</strong>r he drank much or<br />
nothing, but <strong>the</strong> East is not a white man's country,<br />
<strong>and</strong> statistics, which are stubborn mules against<br />
which to argue, definitely prove that aerated or<br />
non-aerated s<strong>of</strong>t drinks incline to flabbiness East <strong>of</strong><br />
Suez. But not such s<strong>of</strong>tness as over-indulgence <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r way.<br />
<strong>The</strong> snake-like movements <strong>of</strong> Abdul brought<br />
Clare's thoughts travelling in his direction. She began<br />
to wonder how many wives he kept. Presently:<br />
"Bruce! Abdul has been odd lately," she opened<br />
out. She had been wanting to say it for some<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
23<br />
while, but somehow or ano<strong>the</strong>r could not bring<br />
herself to begin.<br />
"Odd?" rejoined Arbuthnot with a burst. "How<br />
do you mean odd?"<br />
He seems to have a secret up his sleeve."<br />
Bruce let out a laugh. "Oh, <strong>the</strong>y <strong>of</strong>ten appear<br />
that way," he said.<br />
"No—really—he—he seems quite frightened <strong>of</strong><br />
me."<br />
Nonsense, dear, nonsense!"<br />
watching<br />
It isn't nonsense, Barty. A few days ago I was<br />
some girls working on <strong>the</strong> bushes directly<br />
in front <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bungalow, particularly one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m<br />
a really wonderfully pretty girl. She so interested<br />
me that I questioned <strong>the</strong> boy about her. He told<br />
me that she was quite new to <strong>the</strong> garden—said,<br />
indeed, he had never seen her before. <strong>The</strong>n, shortly<br />
after, having my suspicions about him--"<br />
"Suspicions?"<br />
"Well, I mean he seemed so funny," Clare broke<br />
<strong>of</strong>f. "You know what we women are?" she laughed.<br />
"Not I," Sir Bruce ejaculated tersely.<br />
"Oh, you—yo<br />
you<br />
u<br />
great man's man. I really believe<br />
scarcely kne w<br />
until you met—"<br />
<strong>the</strong> world contained women<br />
"You?" Bruce finished for her, interrogatively.<br />
"Yes. Till you found one in me, Bruce."<br />
Sir Bruce Arbuthnot, <strong>the</strong> seventh Baronet <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
line, took a long, lazy ll at his lowing c.<br />
He watched <strong>the</strong> blue pull<br />
smoke regflectivelyh as<br />
eroot<br />
it<br />
<strong>of</strong><br />
blended<br />
usefulness<br />
with <strong>the</strong> air. It had completed its sphere<br />
in <strong>the</strong> order <strong>of</strong> things: served its day,