He made a motion as if to take her hands, but lifting them away quietly she said: “You forget that there are others present, as well as the fact that we can talk better without demonstration.”

He was about to speak, but she stopped him. “No, wait,” she said; “for I want to say a little more. I was only an Indian girl, but you must remember that I had also in my veins good white blood, Scotch blood. Perhaps it was that which drew me to you then--for Lali the Indian girl loved you. Life had been to me pleasant enough--without care, without misery, open, strong and free; our people were not as those others which had learned the white man’s vices. We loved the hunt, the camp-fires, the sacred feasts, the legends of the Mighty Men; and the earth was a good friend, whom we knew as the child knows its mother.”

The Translation of a Savage, Complete — Part 83

She paused. Something seemed to arrest her attention. Frank followed her eyes. She was watching Captain Vidall and Marion. He guessed what she was thinking--how different her own wooing had been from theirs, how concerning her courtship she had not one sweet memory--the thing that keeps alive more love and loyalty in this world than anything else. Presently General Armour joined them, and Frank’s opportunity was over for the present.

The Translation of a Savage, Complete — Part 83

Captain Vidall and Marion were engaged in a very earnest conversation, though it might not appear so to observers.

The Translation of a Savage, Complete — Part 83

“Come, now, Marion,” he said protestingly, “don’t be impossible. Please give the day a name. Don’t you think we’ve waited about long enough?”

“There was a man in the Bible who served seven years.”

“I’ve served over three in India since I met you at the well, and that counts double. Why so particular to a day? It’s a bit Jewish. Anyhow, that seven years was rough on Rachel.”

“Well, that counted; but do you suppose that Jew was going to put in those seven years without interest? Don’t you believe it. Rachel paid capital and interest back, or Jacob was no Jew. Tell me, Marion, when shall it be?”

“Hume, for a man who has trifled away years in India, you are strangely impatient.”

“Mrs. Lambert says that I have the sweetest disposition.”

“Don’t look at me like that at this distance, or I shall have to wear goggles, as the man did who went courting the Sun.”