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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74 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
quiet—<strong>the</strong>re appeared some measure <strong>of</strong> justification<br />
for Bruce to take her arm. He had never done so<br />
previously, but—well, Bower Street has an upward<br />
incline.<br />
<strong>The</strong> couple took <strong>the</strong>ir love-making ra<strong>the</strong>r as a<br />
matter <strong>of</strong> course, partly because a city restaurant<br />
is not precisely an ideal spot for romance, <strong>and</strong>,<br />
secondly, in view <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> young people being in<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir different ways <strong>of</strong> a ra<strong>the</strong>r unusual degree <strong>of</strong><br />
independence <strong>of</strong> character.<br />
But already <strong>the</strong> short route to <strong>the</strong> house <strong>of</strong><br />
Florence Tooth gave promise <strong>of</strong> surroundings more<br />
amenable to <strong>the</strong> atmosphere <strong>of</strong> romance. Each felt<br />
it. <strong>The</strong>re was a slight restraint between <strong>the</strong>m—<br />
<strong>the</strong> lull before <strong>the</strong> storms <strong>of</strong> love <strong>and</strong> all that it<br />
st<strong>and</strong>s for.<br />
Florence sat in frozen dignity busily plying her<br />
spy-glass. It afforded a good medium to disguise<br />
some flutterings inside her apron, her bombastic<br />
exterior being merely a cloak to hide a degree <strong>of</strong><br />
weakness within, <strong>the</strong> existence <strong>of</strong> which was known<br />
to but one person.<br />
Edith's aunt greeted Bruce with characteristic<br />
abruptness.<br />
"Well, Mr. Swinton," she began, "so you've<br />
come. I thought you would. Edith would have it<br />
that it wasn't certain you would be able to get<br />
away. I knew better. Don't tell me. I've been<br />
young myself. Come <strong>and</strong> see my bay."<br />
Florence Tooth always referred to everything<br />
appertaining to Manly as hers, <strong>and</strong> she certainly<br />
had a finger in every pie ever baked <strong>the</strong>re.<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 75<br />
Engineering <strong>the</strong> young fellow to herself, Florence<br />
informed him: "I ga<strong>the</strong>r from my niece that you<br />
are in love with her. If you aren't, <strong>the</strong>n you ought<br />
to be--especially since you saved her life. That<br />
was very noble <strong>of</strong> you, boy."<br />
"We are very good friends," <strong>the</strong> boy replied,<br />
non-commitantly.<br />
"Friends!" ejaculated Edith's aunt. "Fiddlesticks!<br />
Stuff <strong>and</strong> rubbish! Don't tell me. You're in<br />
love with her. Edith's <strong>the</strong> dearest girl God ever<br />
made, always supposing <strong>the</strong>re is such a person. Of<br />
course you love her! Why shouldn't you? Tell me<br />
that."<br />
Bruce Arbuthnot looked at Florence with toleration—toleration<br />
<strong>and</strong> amusement. "Excuse me, Miss<br />
Tooth," he suggested, "but I didn't come here—I<br />
mean I didn't accept your very kind invitation to<br />
discuss Miss Edith."<br />
Florence looked a trifle taken aback. She wasn't<br />
used to being snubbed, particularly in her own<br />
preserves. All Manly bent <strong>the</strong> knee to her. Well,<br />
her cheque-book knew it. Her bro<strong>the</strong>r-in-law out<br />
at Orange was <strong>the</strong> only person who never failed to<br />
call a spade a spade, <strong>and</strong> commit her to <strong>the</strong> fury<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fires which burn for ever.<br />
"Very smart, Mr. Swinton, very smart, but you<br />
don't fool me, my boy. Look! I know what you<br />
young men are. I was young myself once. I won't<br />
have my niece played fast <strong>and</strong> loose with. If you<br />
love her, tell her so."<br />
"May I suggest," Bruce replied with suppressed<br />
anger, "may I suggest that it is just possible I have