It was a large room lit by two windows, one facing the south, the other
to the west over-looking the wooded banks of the winding Nith. The flush
of the sunset was tingeing the sky and flooding the room with a subdued
light which mellowed and softened the deep black of the Indian furniture
against the pale-gray walls and the deeper-gray carpet. A large fire,
crowned with a halo of short blue flame, glowed in the grate, and a
'megilpy' odour, mingling with the faint, indescribable perfume which
ladies carry with them, lingered around, and reminded me of a reception
afternoon in a Queen Street studio of long ago.
I was conscious of these details in my surroundings, although my eyes
had never wandered for a moment from the sweet face of my dream-lady,
and followed her greedily as she walked forward to the firelight.
I explained to her that my partner, Mr Monteith, was engaged with Mrs
Stuart on business, and that I had taken the opportunity of having a
word with her on a similar subject.
She smiled, wearily I thought, and seated herself. 'I don't like
business talks, Mr Russell,' she said. 'Neither did father. It must be a
family trait. Still, I dare say they are incumbent on us sometimes. I
trust it is pleasant business you wish to talk over.'
'Oh yes, it is pleasant enough,' I said, and her face brightened.
'Sitting here,' I continued, after a pause, 'and seeing you in such a
perfect setting, I am strongly tempted to talk to you on a subject
nearer my heart; but--well, I have already promised you to put my
feelings into the background for the time being, and, hard though it may
be, I will be true to my word. You remember I talked to you about your
interest in the Banku Oil Company? Well, the last dividend was paid to
us, one hundred pounds of which has been lodged in the local bank, and I
have here a cheque-book which you can use from time to time as you may
require.'
'You are very thoughtful for me, Mr Russell,' she said softly, 'and I
thank you very, very much. One hundred pounds is surely a lot of money.
I could do with less, you know, if'----
'Not at all, Miss Stuart. The money is yours; use it as you like, and
just let me know when you need more. You--you don't mind asking me?'
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