Lady Merton, Colonist eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 279 pages of information about Lady Merton, Colonist.

Lady Merton, Colonist eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 279 pages of information about Lady Merton, Colonist.

His companion looked at him with a shy but friendly curiosity.

“How did you come to know Russian?”

“When I was a child there were some Russian Poles on the next farm to us.  I used to play with the boys, and learnt a little.  The conductor called me in this morning to interpret.  These people come from the Russian side of the Carpathians.”

“Then you are a Canadian yourself?—­from the West?”

“I was born in Manitoba.”

“I am quite in love with your country!”

Elizabeth paused beside the steps leading to their car.  As she spoke, her brown eyes lit up, and all her small features ran over, suddenly, with life and charm.

“Yes, it’s a good country,” said the Canadian, rather drily.  “It’s going to be a great country.  Is this your first visit?”

But the conversation was interrupted by a reproachful appeal from Yerkes.

“Breakfast, my lady, has been hotted twice.”

The Canadian looked at Elizabeth curiously, lifted his hat, and went away.

“Well, if this doesn’t take the cake!” said Philip Gaddesden, throwing himself disconsolately into an armchair.  “I bet you, Elizabeth, we shall be here forty-eight hours.  And this damp goes through one.”

The young man shivered, as he looked petulantly out through the open doorway of the car to the wet woods beyond.  Elizabeth surveyed him with some anxiety.  Like herself he was small, and lightly built.  But his features were much less regular than hers; the chin and nose were childishly tilted, the eyes too prominent.  His bright colour, however—­(mother and sister could well have dispensed with that touch of vivid red on the cheeks!)—­his curly hair, and his boyish ways made him personally attractive; while in his moments of physical weakness, his evident resentment of Nature’s treatment of him, and angry determination to get the best of her, had a touch of something that was pathetic—­that appealed.

Elizabeth brought a rug and wrapped it round him.  But she did not try to console him; she looked round for something or someone to amuse him.

On the line, just beyond the railed platform of the car, a group of men were lounging and smoking.  One of them was her acquaintance of the morning.  Elizabeth, standing on the platform waited till he turned in her direction—­caught his eye, and beckoned.  He came with alacrity.  She stooped over the rail to speak to him.

“I’m afraid you’ll think it very absurd”—­her shy smile broke again—­“but do you think there’s anyone in this train who plays bridge?”

He laughed.

“Certainly.  There is a game going on at this moment in the car behind you.”

“Is it—­is it anybody—­we could ask to luncheon?—­who’d come, I mean,” she added, hurriedly.

“I should think they’d come—­I should think they’d be glad.  Your cook, Yerkes, is famous on the line.  I know two of the people playing.  They are Members of Parliament.”

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