The Hill of Illusion
A God, a God their severance ruled,
And bade between their shores to be
The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.
He. Tell your jhampanies not to hurry so, dear. They forget Im fresh from the Plains.
She. Sure proof that I have not been going out with any one. Yes, they are an untrained crew. Where do we go?
He. As usualto the worlds end. No, Jakko.
She. Have your pony led after you, then. Its a long round.
He. And for the last time, thank Heaven!
She. Do you mean that still? I didnt dare to write to you about itall these months.
He. Mean it! Ive been shaping my affairs to that end since Autumn. What makes you speak as though it had occurred to you for the first time?
She. I? Oh! I dont know. Ive had long enough to think, too.
He. And youve changed your mind?
She. No. You ought to know that I am a miracle of constancy. What are yourarrangements?
He. Ours, Sweetheart, please.
She. Ours, be it then. My poor boy, how the prickly heat has marked your forehead! Have you ever tried sulphate of copper in water?
He. Itll go away in a day or two up here. The arrangements are simple enough. Tonga in the early morningreach Kalka at twelveUmballa at sevendown, straight by night train, to Bombay, and then the steamer of the 21st for Rome. Thats my idea. The Continent and Swedena ten-week honeymoon.
She. Ssh! Dont talk of it in that way. It makes me afraid. Guy, how long have we two been insane?
He. Seven months and fourteen days, I forget the odd hours exactly, but Ill think.
She. I only wanted to see if you remembered. Who are those two on the Blessington Road?
He. Eabrey and the Penner Woman. What do they matter to us? Tell me everything that youve been doing and saying and thinking.
She. Doing little, saying less, and thinking a great deal. Ive hardly been out at all.
He. That was wrong of you. You havent been moping?
She. Not very much. Can you wonder that Im disinclined for amusement?
He. Frankly, I do. Where was the difficulty?
She. In this only. The more people I know and the more Im known here, the wider spread will be the news of the crash when it comes. I dont like that.
He. Nonsense. We shall be out of it.
She. You think so?
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