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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42 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
<strong>the</strong> extent <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> settlement. <strong>The</strong> case was uncontested.<br />
Before ever it came up for hearing, Clare's<br />
husb<strong>and</strong> settled a cool eighty thous<strong>and</strong> pounds upon<br />
her. <strong>The</strong> munificence <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sum staggered <strong>the</strong> recipient.<br />
It brought home to her more clearly than<br />
she already knew it <strong>the</strong> fact that Sir Bruce<br />
Arbuthnot's love for her was unchanged, as it was<br />
unchangeable.<br />
And that was a factor which affected Clare's after<br />
life more than <strong>the</strong> source <strong>of</strong> her income. It was a<br />
factor which has to be reckoned with <strong>and</strong> remembered<br />
in <strong>the</strong> chronicling <strong>of</strong> her life. Her husb<strong>and</strong><br />
loved her. Through thick <strong>and</strong> through thin—<strong>and</strong><br />
it was to be thin. Nothing could alter that. Even<br />
after renouncing him legally <strong>and</strong> literally, still <strong>the</strong><br />
man refused to hate her, refused to alter to her,<br />
refused to stop loving her.<br />
Clare's one desire was to get away, to hide her<br />
unhappy head, to seek seclusion where no one knew<br />
her, knew <strong>of</strong> her, or cared. And so, without a<br />
moment's delay, she left her affairs with lawyers,<br />
took passage for Sydney, <strong>and</strong> started life all over<br />
again. Commenced again under new conditions,<br />
new surroundings, <strong>and</strong> new friends.<br />
Anticipating her coming divorce, Clare went<br />
back to her old maiden name <strong>of</strong> Swinton, <strong>and</strong> having<br />
lived during her comparatively short spell in<br />
India in <strong>the</strong> "Hills," no one on <strong>the</strong> R.M.T.S.S.<br />
Ormon recognised in young Mrs. Swinton <strong>the</strong> Lady<br />
Arbuthnot seeking freedom from marriage.<br />
During <strong>the</strong> voyage south, Clare's mind was be-<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 43<br />
numbed with misery. <strong>The</strong> time when <strong>the</strong> stark<br />
reality <strong>of</strong> her loss would come home to her <strong>and</strong> reaction<br />
set in was not just yet. She went ashore at<br />
Colombo to effect a few purchases, <strong>and</strong> as though<br />
in a dream entered into <strong>the</strong> inevitable bargaining<br />
with <strong>the</strong> Cingalee hawkers, not entirely without<br />
some small measure <strong>of</strong> enjoyment.<br />
Towards Sydney Heads <strong>the</strong> leviathan ran into<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>Australia</strong>n fleet at <strong>the</strong>ir manoeuvres. It was<br />
comm<strong>and</strong>ed by a diminutive <strong>of</strong>ficer bearing on his<br />
breast about as many medals as were ever conferred<br />
upon any one man. Medals to mark service, decorations<br />
to reward bravery, insignias to record<br />
scholastic attainment, exploration, self-sacrifice. As<br />
perfect <strong>and</strong> as efficient a gentleman in <strong>the</strong> true<br />
meaning <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> word as ever came out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old<br />
country. A great heart <strong>and</strong> a big brain tucked into<br />
a small body. His chief duty, perhaps, lay in him<br />
being on <strong>the</strong> spot. Given just that, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> machine<br />
which is called <strong>the</strong> Navy would work like a welltimed<br />
clock. A willing horse serving under a real<br />
man, whe<strong>the</strong>r comm<strong>and</strong>ing a small "Brooke" or an<br />
entire fleet.<br />
Sydney Heads opened up in <strong>the</strong> early morning<br />
haze. <strong>The</strong>re away on <strong>the</strong> Orman's starboard bow<br />
lay Manly with its Catholic college, its priceless<br />
beaches, its famous Norfolk pines. Opposite, ambitious<br />
Balmoral lay tucked snugly away inside its<br />
own proud heads. Heads inside heads! Little<br />
wonder it felt proud. <strong>The</strong> leviathan turned south<br />
towards Rose Bay, <strong>and</strong> passing <strong>the</strong> suburb <strong>of</strong><br />
Vaucluse on its port bow, Clifton Gardens opened