“What on earth is the matter, mother?”
“Oh! don’t ask me,” she answered, “a terrible thing, a sort of fancy that came to me from talking about those Zulus. I thought I saw this place all red with blood and tongues of fire licking it up. It went as quickly as it came, and of course I know that it is nonsense.”
CHAPTER IX.
THE TAKING OF NOIE
Presently Mrs. Dove, who seemed to have quite recovered from her curious seizure, went to bed.
“I don’t like it, father,” said Rachel when the door had closed behind her. “Of course it is contrary to experience and all that, but I believe that mother is fore-sighted.”
“Nonsense, dear, nonsense,” said her father. “It is her Scotch superstition, that is all. We have been married for five-and-twenty years now, and I have heard this sort of thing again and again, but although we have lived in wild places where anything might happen to us, nothing out of the way ever has happened; in fact, we have always been most mercifully preserved.”
“That’s true, father, still I am not sure; perhaps because I am rather that way myself, sometimes. Thus I know that she is right about me; no harm will happen to me, at least no permanent harm. I feel that I shall live out my life, as I feel something else.”
“What else, Rachel?”
“Do you remember the lad, Richard Darrien?” she asked, colouring a little.
“What? The boy who was with you that night on the island? Yes, I remember him, although I have not thought of him for years.”