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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86 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
"Really? Oh, I see. He doesn't live with Mrs.<br />
Swinton any more?"<br />
"No. Mo<strong>the</strong>r divorced him, Edith."<br />
"Good gracious! I suppose he was one <strong>of</strong> those<br />
naughty men." Edith threw <strong>of</strong>f her manner <strong>of</strong><br />
slight banter. She grew more serious. "How terribly<br />
sad for your mo<strong>the</strong>r, though," she said. "She<br />
is such a dear. I love her. Oh, so that's what makes<br />
her manner so—so—not exactly sad but—well, I<br />
can't explain it, but now I can underst<strong>and</strong> it<br />
better."<br />
A fit <strong>of</strong> sudden passionate temper swept over <strong>the</strong><br />
boy. "My fa<strong>the</strong>r was a swine <strong>and</strong> a blackguard,"<br />
he declared. "Sometimes I think I could kill him.<br />
Perhaps one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se days I will."<br />
"Perhaps if you met him he might prove one too<br />
many for you, Bruce. I don't mean physically, but,<br />
in spite <strong>of</strong> yourself, you might love him—have to<br />
love him—like I have to love stupid, common, old<br />
Daddy. What is your fa<strong>the</strong>r like—to look at, I<br />
mean?"<br />
"I have never seen him."<br />
"Oh!"<br />
"Mo<strong>the</strong>r sued for a divorce in India, <strong>the</strong>n came<br />
post haste to <strong>Australia</strong>."<br />
"Yes?" said Edith eagerly. <strong>The</strong> story was intriguing<br />
her interest. "Tell me all about it, Bruce."<br />
"It was only after she reached <strong>Australia</strong>, you see,<br />
that she knew."<br />
"Knew she was going to have a baby, Bruce?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> mention <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> word sent a wave <strong>of</strong><br />
passion through him. He drew <strong>the</strong> girl to him<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 87<br />
again <strong>and</strong> kissed her passionately. "Oh, you darling!"<br />
he said. "How you underst<strong>and</strong>!"<br />
But Edith Burne pushed Bruce gently from her.<br />
Everything in its proper order. This was story-<br />
telling time, not meant for love-making <strong>of</strong> that<br />
kind.<br />
Something inside him told <strong>the</strong> boy that he had<br />
made a psychological mistake in kissing her again<br />
just <strong>the</strong>n. He must be careful, he mustn't be too<br />
sure <strong>of</strong> her.<br />
"Go on, Bruce; I'm listening."<br />
"Fa<strong>the</strong>r doesn't know—doesn't know <strong>of</strong> my<br />
existence."<br />
"Good Heavens, Bruce! Whatever would he say,<br />
I wonder, if he knew? But I suppose he never will<br />
know."<br />
"That's <strong>the</strong> point. That is what I wanted to<br />
tell you about. He—you see, my fa<strong>the</strong>r is a<br />
baronet. I am his only son. He's frightfully, vulgarly<br />
wealthy, <strong>and</strong>—<strong>and</strong> —"<br />
And what, Bruce?"<br />
"Mo<strong>the</strong>r still loves him, Edith."<br />
"Yes, I think I can underst<strong>and</strong> that."<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re, I knew you would underst<strong>and</strong>."<br />
"Yes—wait a minute, though. It does compli-<br />
cate things ra<strong>the</strong>r, doesn't it? But—isn't your name<br />
Swinton, <strong>the</strong>n?"<br />
"Mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> I don't know."<br />
"Who is your fa<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong>n?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> boy told her who his fa<strong>the</strong>r was, told her a<br />
little more <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> story. How, even while his<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r was living a bride in Darjeeling Sir Bruce