“No,” she answered, drawing me back into the shadows, “I understand. My father seems very much upset, almost mad, indeed. If the Vrouw Prinsloo’s tongue had been a snake’s fang, it could not have stung him worse.”
“Oh! my cousin sleeps in the other room. He is weak and worn out. All the same, Allan, he wanted to kiss me. So I told him at once how matters stood between you and me, and that we were to be married in six months.”
“He turned to my father and said: ‘Is this true, my uncle?’ And my father answered: ‘Yes, that is the best bargain I could make with the Englishman, seeing that you were not here to make a better.’”
“Oh, then Hernan thought a while. At last he looked up and said: ‘I understand. Things have gone badly. I acted for the best, who went away to try to find help for all of you. I failed. Meanwhile the Englishman came and saved you. Afterwards he saved me also. Uncle, in all this I see God’s hand; had it not been for this Allan none of us would be alive. Yes, God used him that we might be kept alive. Well, he has promised that he will not marry Marie for six months. And you know, my uncle, that some of these English are great fools; they keep their promises even to their own loss. Now, in six months much may happen; who knows what will happen?’”
“Were you present when you heard all this, Marie?” I asked.
“No, Allan; I was the other side of the reed partition. But at those words I entered and said: ‘My father and Cousin Hernan, please understand that there is one thing which will never happen.’
“‘It will never happen that I shall marry you, Hernan,’ I replied.
“‘I do, Hernan,’ I answered. ‘Even if Allan were to die to-morrow, I would not marry you, either then or twenty years hence. I am glad that he has saved your life, but henceforth we are cousins, nothing more.’
“‘You hear what the girl tells us,’ said my father; ‘why do you not give up the business? What is the use of kicking against the pricks?’
“‘If one wears stout boots and kicks hard enough, the pricks give way,’ said Hernan. ‘Six months is a long time, my uncle.’
“‘It may be so, cousin,’ I said; ‘but remember that neither six months nor six years, nor six thousand years, are long enough to make me marry any man except Allan Quatermain, who has just rescued you from death. Do you understand?’