"
"What about our meeting here?" he asked quizzically.
She answered in the same tone.
"Wait until we see what comes out of it. Fate, if one believes in
such a thing, only works in an endless chain."
"And the broken links?"
"According to your notion, there should be none," she retorted.
"Fate ought to be a better workman than that."
"Than what?"
"Than spoiling her work as she goes along. If there's any chain at
all, it should be endless and durable. But a man with a Mauser hole
in his leg and a fever in his head has no business to be talking of
Fate. Let's talk about Ethel, instead."
He settled himself back comfortably.
"Perhaps it amounts to the same thing, in the long run."
"Perhaps. I don't see how, though. Anyway, Ethel wouldn't be pleased
with the notion. She is absolutely independent, and generally
arranges things according to her own sweet will."
"Where is she now?"
"In Cape Town," Alice answered, quite unaware of her own lack of
truth.
"And well?"
"Gloriously. In fact, as far as I can learn, Cooee always is well.
Just now she is having a wonderfully gay time. Since Lord Roberts
went back to England, Cape Town has been full of people, resting
there before sailing for home.
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