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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64 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
Burne looked up sharply. "No fa<strong>the</strong>r. Come<br />
now, that's bad; very bad, that it is. Look! 111<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r you—fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r, too."<br />
It was at this juncture that Clare came forward.<br />
"Let me introduce my mo<strong>the</strong>r to you, Mr.—<br />
Mr.?"<br />
"Burnes' my name, Mr. Swinton. William Burne,<br />
<strong>of</strong> Orange. Came out here from Devonshire, in<br />
<strong>the</strong> Old Country, nigh forty years agone. Now<br />
Edith, she's <strong>Australia</strong>n, born <strong>and</strong> bred, <strong>and</strong> . "<br />
He turned to Clare. "An honour to meet you,<br />
Mam. I thank <strong>the</strong> good God that brought your<br />
son to us this blessed day. Praise be!"<br />
Mrs. Swinton greeted him with quiet dignity, a<br />
slight fear clutching at her heart. Ano<strong>the</strong>r curious<br />
intuition <strong>of</strong> impending danger—rocks ahead.<br />
"Won't you join us at lunch?" she invited him.<br />
"You'll have it with us, Mam," bellowed Burne.<br />
"Mo<strong>the</strong>r," he called to his wife. "<strong>The</strong>—Mr. Swinton<br />
<strong>and</strong> his Ma will eat with us." Turning again<br />
to Mrs. Swinton, he said: "<strong>The</strong> missus <strong>and</strong> me<br />
won't take any refusal, Mam."<br />
Edith appeared, affecting a serviceable bathing<br />
cloak. <strong>The</strong> life-saving local branch had administered<br />
stimulants, <strong>and</strong> she appeared little <strong>the</strong> worse<br />
for her ordeal, o<strong>the</strong>r than a slight addition to her<br />
naturally pale complexion.<br />
And so <strong>the</strong> five <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m sat down by <strong>the</strong> side<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir cars <strong>and</strong> ate, or tried to eat, <strong>the</strong> overgenerous<br />
lunch provided—a lunch grown, almost<br />
to <strong>the</strong> plates, on <strong>the</strong> three hundred acres estate <strong>of</strong><br />
William Burne, J.P., <strong>of</strong> Orange.<br />
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THE FOOT OF TIME 65<br />
Clare, somehow, felt a trifle out <strong>of</strong> it, though<br />
Bruce totally prevented that from quite happening,<br />
but he looked so <strong>of</strong>ten at Edith—<strong>and</strong> Edith at him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> girl spoke well, with a cultured Sydney<br />
'Varsity accent. <strong>The</strong> idiosyncrasies <strong>of</strong> Edinburgh,<br />
Cambridge, Melbourne, Sydney, etc., are very<br />
subtle, but <strong>the</strong>y are <strong>the</strong>re. After it was all<br />
over, <strong>the</strong>y left for <strong>the</strong> West, but Clare knew<br />
that Bruce wanted Edith in <strong>the</strong>ir car. She didn't<br />
know how she knew it, but it was patent to a<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r's eyes. <strong>The</strong> families kept, however, to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir own cars, travelling as near toge<strong>the</strong>r as traffic<br />
conditions allowed. Over <strong>the</strong> Fig Tree Bridge,<br />
where <strong>the</strong>y bid au revoir to Sydney Harbour (that<br />
glorious stretch <strong>of</strong> water was still Sydney Harbour,<br />
so many miles from <strong>the</strong> Heads) , a harbour, a haven<br />
<strong>of</strong> beauty, <strong>and</strong> a joy forever. And so on through<br />
Parramatta, to Penrith, <strong>and</strong> Emu Plains, <strong>of</strong> evil<br />
repute in <strong>the</strong> centuries which have come, <strong>and</strong> which<br />
have well gone, to <strong>the</strong> Blue Mountains, rising<br />
abruptly, like <strong>the</strong> h<strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> a London peeler holding<br />
back <strong>the</strong> traffic.<br />
At Hazelbrook, where <strong>the</strong> cottage now did duty<br />
as an occasional, but only occasional, week-end<br />
home, <strong>the</strong>y alighted to say good-bye <strong>and</strong> make<br />
arrangements for an early meeting at Orange.<br />
Afterwards Clare <strong>and</strong> her son turned <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong><br />
main Western Road to "View Cottage," while <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r car sped on, at great pace, to Katoomba,<br />
where <strong>the</strong> night was to be spent before continuing<br />
to Orange <strong>the</strong> following morning.<br />
At parting, Edith held out her h<strong>and</strong> to Bruce.