British -- India -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
In this fashion the first half of March slipped uneventfully by, each
day bringing with it that imperceptible advance of heat which strikes
an undernote of dread through the rose-scented languor of a Punjab
March. For in the vast Northern Plains of India, it is autumn, not
spring, that bears the winged word of resurrection. But Quita was
still at that enviable stage in love's progress when times and seasons
and places shrink to mere pin-points beside the one supreme fact. A
Frontier hot weather in Eldred's company held no terrors for her.
Possibly two months' leave would be available later on, when they would
spend the honeymoon--of which they had been twice defrauded--in
Kashmir; and, in the meantime, so long as one roof covered them, all
was well; in spite of her secret wish that Tibet and the Pamirs could
be expunged from the map of Asia by means of a private deluge!
But if Quita were inclined to quarrel with her husband's industry, Max
Richardson was not. He was enjoying, for the first time in his life,
the mere pleasantness of a woman's intimate companionship;--in Quita's
case a companionship full of incident, of delicate reticences,
alternating with unexpected revelations of thought and feeling; and
through it all a frank interest in everything that concerned himself,
which is perhaps the subtlest form of coquetry. Not that Quita meant
it as such. In her entire devotion to her husband, she simply did not
consider her effect upon other men; to whom, in consequence, she showed
her true self almost with the freedom and spontaneity of a child.
Richardson's own simplicity of character, and the ease with which one
slips into a pleasant path, helped matters forward; and before long,
they had fallen quite naturally into the habit of riding or driving
together when Lenox happened to be very much engaged. Quita saw no
reason to conceal her pleasure in these outings. Lenox thanked his
friend once or twice, bluntly enough, yet with evident sincerity; and
Richardson accepted his own good fortune with an unquestioning
appreciation very characteristic of the man.
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