British -- Canada -- Fiction; Love stories; Ranchers -- Canada, Western -- Fiction
"Does one usually renew a chance acquaintance made with a packer in the
bush?"
"It would depend a good deal on the packer," said Barbara, quietly. "Now
this country is----"
There was a trace of dryness in Brooke's smile. "You were going to say a
democratic one. That, of course, might to some extent explain the
anomaly."
"No," said Barbara, sharply, with a very faint flush of color in her
face, "I was not. You ought to know that, too. Explanations are
occasionally odious, and almost always difficult, but both Major Hume
and his daughter invited you to their house if you were ever in
England."
"The Major may have felt himself tolerably safe in making that offer,"
said Brooke, reflectively. "You see, I am naturally acquainted with my
fellow Briton's idiosyncrasies."
The girl looked at him with a little sparkle in her eyes. "I do not know
why you are adopting this attitude, or assigning one to me," she said.
"Did we ever attempt to patronize you, and if we had done, is there any
reason why you should take the trouble to resent it?"
Brooke laughed softly. "I scarcely think I could afford to resent a
kindness, however it was offered; but there is a point you don't quite
seem to have grasped. How could I be certain you had remembered me?"
The girl smiled a little. "Your own powers of recollection might have
furnished a standard of comparison."
Brooke looked at her steadily. "The sharpness of the memory depends upon
the effect the object one wishes to recollect produced upon one's
mind," he said. "I should, of course, have known you at once had it been
twenty years hence."
The girl turned to her programme, for now she had induced him to abandon
his reticence his candor was almost disconcerting.
"Well," she said. "Tell me what you have been doing. You have left the
ranch?"
Brooke nodded and glanced at the hand he laid on his knee, which, as the
girl saw, was still ingrained and hard.
"Road-making for one thing," he said. "Chopping trees, quarrying rock,
and following other useful occupations of the kind. They are, one
presumes, healthy and necessary, but I did not find any of them
especially remunerative."
"And now?"
Brooke's face, as she did not fail to notice, hardened suddenly, and he
felt an unpleasant embarrassment as he met her eyes. He had decided that
he was fully warranted in taking any steps likely to lead to the
recovery of the dollars he had been robbed of, but he was sensible that
the only ones he had found convenient would scarcely commend themselves
to his companion. There was also no ignoring the fact that he would very
much have preferred her approbation.
"At present I am surveying, though I cannot, of course, become a
surveyor," he said. "The legislature of this country has placed that
out of the question."
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