"A fortunate chance for me, Major; you can't think what a comfort it is to have a maid one can thoroughly trust."
"Hard thing trust any one in this world," mumbled Semberry. "However, you'll have a husband to look after you soon."
"I can look after myself quite well, thank you," said Olive; "my marriage will make no difference to me in that respect."
"Make a heap to me, Miss Bellairs. I've been constantly with Carson last six months--got him as a kind of legacy from his father, you know. But I s'pose this marriage'll put me on one side; shall miss the boy awfully."
"You are devoted to Mr. Carson?"
"Oh, yes; weak beggar, but good sort. Been a kind of father to him, you know. Glad to see him married though, even at m'own cost."
"Oh," said Olive, "I hope you will not let me interfere with your friendship in the least."
"Must," jerked Semberry, shaking his head. "When a man marries, you know, leaves friends, clings on to his wife. 'Sides, my leave's up soon. I must pull out India way in month or so."
"You will stay for the wedding, I hope, Major."
"Oh, thanks, s'pose so; must see Carson turned off usual style."