He had written with his accustomed brevity, but there was much more than usual in his letter. He saw no prospect, so he told her, of being able to leave the country for some time to come. Affairs were unsettled, and likely to remain so. At the same time, there was no reason, now that her health was restored, that she should not join him, and he was writing to ask her father to take her out to him. He would meet them at Cape Town, and if the Colonel cared to do so he would be very pleased if he would spend a few months with them.
The plan was expressed concisely but with absolute kindness. Nevertheless there was about the letter a certain tone of mastery which gave Nan very clearly to understand that the writer thereof did not expect to be disappointed. It was emphatically the letter of a husband to his wife, not of a lover to his beloved.
She looked up from it with a very blank face.
"My dear dad!" she ejaculated. "What can he be thinking of?"
Colonel Everard smiled somewhat ruefully.
"You, apparently," he said, with an effort to speak lightly. "What shall we say to him—eh, Nan? You'll like to go on the spree with your old dad to take care of you."
"Spree!" exclaimed Nan. And again in a lower key, with a still finer disdain: "Spree! Well"—tearing the letter across impulsively, with the action of a passionate child—"you can go on the spree if you like, dad, but I'm going to stay at home. I'm not going to run after him to the ends of the earth if he is my husband. It wasn't in the bargain, and I won't do it!"
She stamped like a little fury, scattering fragments of the torn letter in all directions.
Her father attempted a feeble remonstrance, but she overrode him instantly.
"I won't listen to you, dad!" she declared fiercely. "I tell you I won't do it! The man isn't living who shall order me to do this or that as if I were his slave. You can write and tell him so if you like. When I married him, he gave me to understand that we should only be out there for a few months at most, and then we were to settle in England. You see what a different story he tells now. But I won't be treated in that way. I won't be inveigled out there, and made to wait on his royal pleasure. He chose to go without me. I wasn't important enough to keep him in England, and now it's my turn. He isn't important enough to drag me out there. No, be quiet, daddy! I tell you I won't go! I won't go, I swear it!"