"You have hurried all
the way from London to Rhodesia without the slightest idea of what you
mean to do now you have got here?"
I laughed at myself in turn. "Upon my word, Hilda," I cried, "I set out
to find you. Beyond the desire to find you, I had no plan in my head.
That was an end in itself. My thoughts went no farther."
She gazed at me half saucily. "Then don't you think, sir, the best thing
you can do, now you HAVE found me, is--to turn back and go home again?"
"I am a man," I said, promptly, taking a firm stand. "And you are
a judge of character. If you really mean to tell me you think THAT
likely--well, I shall have a lower opinion of your insight into men than
I have been accustomed to harbour."
Her smile was not wholly without a touch of triumph.
"In that case," she went on, "I suppose the only alternative is for you
to remain here."
"That would appear to be logic," I replied. "But what can I do? Set up
in practice?"
"I don't see much opening," she answered. "If you ask my advice, I
should say there is only one thing to be done in Rhodesia just now--turn
farmer."
"It IS done," I answered, with my usual impetuosity.
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