"
"Were--many--"
She understood.
"Not very many; but several were wounded. Worst of all, one or two
of the wounded ones were shot by the Boers. Mr. Carew told me that
he left a dozen of your men in the hospital at Krugersdorp."
"Carew? Have you seen him, too, Miss Dent?"
"Didn't you know he was here?"
He stared at her in blank amazement.
"Here in Johannesburg?"
"Here in this hospital."
"In what shape?"
"Hilarious in his mind, and with a foot that is coming out right in
course of time. Didn't Alice tell you?"
"No."
"Strange. She took me to see him, this morning, on my way here,
because he was such a promising patient. She was quite surprised to
find we were old acquaintances."
"Oh," Weldon said slowly. "I begin to see. Miss Mellen had never met
Carew, so she had no idea we were friends. What a curious snarl it
all is!"
"The hand of Fate is in it," Ethel assented idly.
"Do you believe in Fate, too?"
"Surely. Why not?"
"Nothing, only your cousin said you didn't."
The girl frowned.
"Alice doesn't know all my mental processes," she said a little
severely.
"She didn't pretend to. We were speaking of Fate, yesterday, of the
way certain events in one's life seem absolutely inevitable; at
least, I was.
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