Denis Dent: A NovelHornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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Denis Dent: A Novel
Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
Gold mines and mining -- Australia -- Ballarat (Vic.) -- Fiction
"Well, Dent is rather in Mr. Merridew's bad books for insisting on
staying out, you know; and I thought he might be in yours, too."
"Did you, indeed! Then let me tell you I am proud of him--for what he
has done, and for what he's going to do. But if he were here now,
standing in your shoes, though I would give anything to have him here, I
should still be ashamed of him in my heart!"
Devenish winced, and his dark, clear skin was stained a deeper shade; as
for Nan, she was so heated that every tear had dried upon her angry
blushes.
"If you are thinking of me," he said, "you certainly aren't thinking of
what you are saying, or you would remember that a year's leave is a
year's leave."
"And that yours isn't up till May," she added with ironic levity. "It's
no business of mine, of course; only you shouldn't start comparisons
between the man who stays and the man who turns back."
"I am also in less need of money," he told her through his teeth.
"Money!" she cried in unrestrained contempt. "I wasn't thinking of the
money--I was thinking of the fun and adventure and romance that would
have enticed every man worth calling a man, once he had got so
far--except you!"
"From their sweethearts even!" he hissed out, with a devilish nod--"from
the girls they pretend they want to marry!"
Nan was stung in her turn; and hers was a poisonous sting. The blood
drained from her face. It was some moments before she could speak.
"That is their business," she whispered at last. "At all events you know
what I should have thought of Denis if he hadn't stayed; but if you want
to know what I think of him now, you shall." And with trembling lips,
before Ralph, before the man at the wheel, before the officer and the
midshipman of the watch, Miss Merridew kissed the bloodstone signet ring
upon the third finger of her left hand. That was what happened on the
_Memnon_ while Denis watched her dipping out of sight.
What happened next was that Devenish nearly knocked his servant, Jewson,
from top to bottom of the companion hatch; the man just managed to
clutch the rail, and was called roughly into his master's cabin
forthwith.
"Sorry I upset you, Jewson, but you should have got out of my way. You
were listening, of course?"
"I couldn't help hearing that last, sir."
"No, I suppose the whole ship heard that. Nice, isn't it?"
"I know what I'd do in your place, sir."
Devenish looked fiercely into the cunning, elderly face, with the dyed
beard and the foxy eyes.
"You do, do you?"
"I do, sir; but don't look at me like that, Captain Devenish, sir, or I
shall never dare to tell you. There's something else I'd as lief tell
you first; but how can I when you look like giving me a horse-whipping
if I so much as open my mouth?"
"Go on, you old humbug," said Ralph, relaxing a little; "give me some
brandy and water, and let's have it."
Jewson gave him the brandy and water first. Ralph took a gulp, and
nodded for the news.
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