"No; I want you to have him. He loves you better than he loves me."

"Thank you." They stood quiet.

"Good-bye!" she said, putting her little hand in his, and he turned away;
but when he reached the door she called to him: "Come back, I want to kiss
you." She drew his face down to hers, and held it with both hands, and
kissed it on the forehead and mouth. "Good-bye, dear!"

When he looked back the little figure with its beautiful eyes was standing
in the doorway still.


Chapter 2.VIII. The Kopje.

"Good morning!"

Em, who was in the storeroom measuring the Kaffer's rations, looked up and
saw her former lover standing betwixt her and the sunshine. For some days
after that evening on which he had ridden home whistling he had shunned
her. She might wish to enter into explanations, and he, Gregory Rose, was
not the man for that kind of thing. If a woman had once thrown him
overboard she must take the consequences, and stand by them. When,
however, she showed no inclination to revert to the past, and shunned him
more than he shunned her, Gregory softened.

"You must let me call you Em still, and be like a brother to you till I
go," he said; and Em thanked him so humbly that he wished she hadn't. It
wasn't so easy after that to think himself an injured man.