“You were right, of course,” she apologized. “Am I forgiven? It was only a momentary revolt.”
He smiled, though his bronzed coloring deepened, for there was an unusual gentleness in her voice.
“It was very natural,” he replied. “I had expected more determined opposition; but I didn’t go farther than was necessary.”
“No; I think the others realize that now.”
“They’ll be more convinced of it later,” he responded with a trace of grimness.
“I don’t think they’ll give you any trouble; but since you got rid of Nasmyth’s tent, where will you and Crestwick sleep?”
“Jim and I can make a shelter of some kind; we’re used to the bush.”
“What have you done to the lad?” Millicent asked. “I can hardly realize the change in him; he’s a different being.”
“I’ve merely given him a chance he would hardly have had in England. The country has done the rest. You can ask him how much advice or admonishment he got.”
“Oh,” she explained, “I shouldn’t expect you to give him advice; it’s cheap!”