"Things change," he said sententiously.
"Do they? Well, perhaps; though the change, I find, lies usually in
oneself, and I never change. Is she married?"
"No--not yet."
He saw that Nicholson was on the point of answering, asking another
question, and he went on hurriedly:
"She is not here this afternoon. If you are anxious to meet her, how
would it be if I ran over to the Colonel's bungalow and persuaded her
to come? I dare say I could manage it."
"Excellent, if you wouldn't mind. Or I might go myself. We shall have
any amount to say to each other."
There was a scarcely noticeable pause before Travers answered:
"I think it would be better if I went. I know a short cut, and could
get there and back with Miss Caruthers in half an hour. Would you mind
telling the Colonel what I have done?"
"Certainly. In the meantime, I'll have a talk with the Rajah about
this mining business. He seems to have an exceptional individuality,
and--"
"Remember the doctor!" Travers warned him.
"Oh, yes, thanks! I forgot again. By the way, when you see Lois--Miss
Caruthers--tell her for me, the cathedral still lacks the chief spire,
but otherwise is getting on very nicely."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"No, but I dare say she will. Good-by."
Travers borrowed a buggy from one of the other guests, and started
impetuously on his self-imposed errand. He had lied about the short
cut, and about the half-hour.
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