The Man Who Did the Right Thing: A RomanceJohnston, Harry
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The Man Who Did the Right Thing: A Romance
Johnston, Harry
British -- Africa, East -- Fiction; Missions -- Tanzania -- Fiction
But his colleague, the mining engineer Hildebrandt, stays longer, being
very loath to part with Maud Brentham. He is tall, passably handsome,
soldierly, well-knit, a lint-white blond with violet-grey eyes like
Lucy’s. Though he comes from Saxony he is more of the Friesland type,
in the contrast between his straw-yellow hair (mostly shaved to stubble,
it is true) and his dark-grey eyes. He has the further attraction to
which many women would succumb in being very musical (out of business
hours). In those days before gramophones he was a welcome guest for the
music which welled up in his brain and poured from his fingers. Roger
had managed with infinite difficulty to import and carry up on an
ox-cart a cottage piano of German make, and on this instrument
Hildebrandt would waft his listeners to other scenes—of far away and
long ago—with his waltzes, sonatas, minuets, marches, and songs without
words, sometimes playing by ear with that wonderful musician’s memory;
sometimes, when he took things seriously, from the enormous supply of
printed music which a sympathetic company had allowed him to carry
up-country.
A year after their first meeting he had proposed to Maud, and had
renewed this offer of marriage on two other occasions. But she had been
firm in her refusal, though she appreciated his good looks and frank
manliness, and almost loved him for his music. But she declared the
difference in their ages—twelve years—was an insuperable objection;
secondly she did not wish to marry, so that she might always live with
Roger and Lucy and their children. If they failed her she would make a
career of her own—become a New Woman and agitate for women’s rights.
"On top of all that, nothing would induce me to live in Germany, though
I’ve no doubt you are in the right, and it’s the finest country in the
world. But I’m so interested in watching English developments. When we
have finished with Africa and made our pile we’re going to settle at
home and improve our own country."
"Well then, if you’ll marry me, I’ll go and live in England with
you...."
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