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that Isabel was crying. Instinctively he seized her hand.
‘Oh, my dear, don’t, don’t,’ he said. ‘I can’t bear to see it.’
She was so unstrung that she let her hand rest in his. He tried to console her. ‘It’s incomprehensible, isn’t it? It’s so unlike Edward. I can’t help feeling there must be some mistake.’
She did not say anything for a while, and when she spoke it was hesitatingly. ‘Has it struck you that there was anything queer in his letters lately?’ she asked, looking away, her eyes all bright with tears.
He did not quite know how to answer.
‘I have noticed a change in them,’ he admitted. ‘He seems to have lost that high seriousness which I admired so much in him. One would almost think that the things that matter-well, don’t matter.’
Isabel did not reply. She was vaguely uneasy.
‘Perhaps in his answer to your letter he’ll say when he’s coming home. All we can do is to wait for that.’
Another letter came from Edward for each of them, and still he made no mention of his return; but when he wrote he could not have received Bateman’s inquiry. The next mail would bring them an answer to that. The next mail came, and Bateman brought Isabel the letter he had just received; but the first glance of his face was enough to tell her that he was disconcerted. She read it through carefully and then, with slightly tightened lips, read it again.
‘It’s a very strange letter,’ she said. ‘I don’t quite understand it.’
‘One might almost think that he was joshing me,’ said Bateman, flushing. ‘It reads like that, but it must be unintentional. That’s so unlike Edward.’
‘He says nothing about coming back.’
‘If I weren’t so confident of his love I should think ... I hardly know what I should think.’
It was then that Bateman had broached the scheme which during the afternoon had formed itself in his brain. The firm, founded by his father, in which he was now a partner, a firm which manufactured all manner of motor vehicles, was about to establish agencies in Honolulu, Sydney, and Wellington; and Bateman proposed that himself should go instead of the manager, who had been suggested. He could return by Tahiti; in fact, travelling from Wellington, it was inevitable to do so; and he could see Edward.
‘There’s some mystery and I’m going to clear it up. That’s the only way to do it.’
‘Oh, Bateman, how can you be so good and kind?’ she exclaimed.
‘You know there’s nothing in the world I want more than your happiness, Isabel.’
She looked at him and she gave him her hands.
‘You’re wonderful, Bateman. I didn’t know there was anyone in the world like you. How can I ever thank you?’
‘I don’t want your thanks. I only want to be allowed to help you.’
She dropped her eyes and flushed a little. She was so used to him that she had forgotten how handsome he was. He was as tall as Edward and as well made, but he was dark and pale of face, while Edward was ruddy. Of course she knew he loved her. It touched her. She felt very tenderly towards him.
It was from this journey that Bateman Hunter was now returned.
The business part of it took him somewhat longer than he expected and he had much time to think of his two friends. He had come to the conclusion that it could be nothing serious that prevented Edward from coming home, a pride, perhaps, which made him determined to make good before he claimed the bride he adored; but it was a pride that must be reasoned with. Isabel was unhappy. Edward must come back to Chicago with him and marry her at once. A position could be found for him in the works of the Hunter Motor Traction and Automobile Company. Bateman, with a bleeding heart, exulted at the prospect of giving happiness to the two persons he loved best in the world at the cost of his own. He would never marry. He would be godfather to the children of Edward and Isabel, and many years later when they were both dead he would tell Isabel’s daughter how