Well, I went off as I said I would. We got things in order on the property and my father knew I would never be satisfied until I’d had my try, and he said it would be all right for me to go.
So here I am. I can’t tell you how exciting it is! You would like it.
There’s something in the air. All these men, some with their families.
They talk of nothing but opals. That’s on the rare occasions when they are not working, which they are doing most of the time.
It can be pretty hot here. It’s low gullies and bush and the mosquitoes can be a pest-and as for the flies! Well, you can imagine. There’s lots of fossicking going on but that’s the amateurs.
It’s fascinating and can be cruelly disappointing. Sometimes you think you’ve found something really fine and it turns out to be pure potch.
That means rubbish.
It’s jolly hard work. We live in a sort of shanty town. Tents, huts, and water is hard to come by. Some say it’s as precious as opals.
That’ll give you an idea. Saturday nights are fun. That’s when we dance, sing and swap yarns . the stories of our lives, all highly dramatized, as you can imagine. Last Saturday we roasted a pig and made dampers to go with it. It’s a hard life but worth it, especially for those moments when you hit on the real stuff.
I’ve had two reasonably good finds, and I’m a beginner as yet, so it is not bad.
By the way, you’ll be interested to hear this. Do you remember that old sundowner? He turned up again. Not to work. That’s not his line.
But just to do a bit of fossicking and prowl round and see if there was anything he could lay his hands on. He was found dead outside the camp, looking as if he’d been in a fight.
It was a bit awkward for a time. You see, some of them had heard what he had done to our property, and they all looked to me. That seemed natural enough. They reckoned I wouldn’t have let him get away with what he did to my family.
It’s a bit of a mystery. I reckon one of the men found him stealing and finished him off. We’ve got some here, as you can imagine, who wouldn’t think twice about it. However, there he was, just outside the camp . dead.
A lot of questions were asked, and of course, I knew they were looking at me. But the fellow had made himself unpopular in other quarters. They haven’t found out who did it, but they’ve dropped inquiries now. They found something on him little bits of opal, but nobody’s claimed them. It was obvious that the rogue had stolen them. Well, he got what was coming to him. Rough justice, really.
Well, that’s life out here. In the raw, you might say. But just imagine the joy of finding that stone tucked away in some crack or cavity. Isn’t it a marvel that a mixture of sand and water and a few other elements-can crystallize into a thing of such beauty? Forgive me. I’m apt to run on when I get on to this subject.
Now to the serious business. Carmel, I am waiting for you to come back. I’m going to find that precious stone and it’s going to make our future-yours and mine. We’ll have a wonderful life. I shall expiate my sin of leaving you forlorn in wicked Suez and expunge myself of guilt for ever more. How’s that for a dramatic declaration?
I know that you and I were meant for each other. I only have to find that stone, the one which will astonish the world and make our fortune. Then I shall wait no longer. I shall pack up my tools and board the first ship for home. Write to me soon.
Your loving millionaire-to-be, James.
I let the letter fall from my hands. It brought him back so vividly.
Dear James! I wondered if he would find his dream. And if he came back . ? There was something about James which suggested that, once he had made up his mind, he would not lightly relinquish his desire. He was obviously enduring a life of hardship now.
Then I thought of the sundowner, of James’s anger when he discovered that the man had returned to the property, and with what rage he had ordered him off. And then the outcome.
Suppose when that man came to the camp James had discovered him there?
And the man had died. He had an evil reputation. I knew how great James’s wrath would have been.
Could it be possible? Could he have fought with the man?
Had James told me all?
And, for some reason, I found I was thinking of Lucian.
I was spending the weekend at the Emmersons’ cottage. Dorothy and I had travelled down together on the Friday afternoon.
“How I look forward to these weekends,” she said.
“Sometimes I think I enjoy the place more because I don’t see it as often as I should like.”
“You couldn’t possibly be here all the time, I suppose?”
“There’s Lawrence’s work.”
“He’d be well looked after in Town. I suppose you could spend a little more time here.”
“I know that he’s well looked after, but I like to be there to make sure.”
I smiled at her affectionately.
“And Lawrence certainly appreciates that.”
She was a little thoughtful.
“He is the best man in the world. Well, there is no need for me to tell you that.”
Sometimes I wondered what she would have felt if Lawrence married. It would change her position considerably. On the other hand, if she considered it was for his good, she would waive all other considerations, I was sure. But I did believe that she had considered me for the role and I fancied I detected an expectancy in her that weekend. I wondered whether there was a certain telepathy between the brother and sister, or even whether they had discussed the matter though I thought that hardly likely.
We had said we would go for a ride and have lunch out.
“I expect he wants to show you another of his pet inns,” said Dorothy.
She was asked to accompany us but said she had not the time. She had promised to look out some jumble for the church sale, and she wanted to take it over to Mrs. Want age and with her put a price on some of the goods they already had.
So Lawrence and I set out. We went to our favourite spot, the ruined castle, and there we tethered our horses and climbed the slope to the battlements.
Lawrence did not hesitate and when we had seated our selves, came straight to the point.
“Carmel, I know I am some years older than you, but I think you are quite fond of me and Dorothy as well, of course.”
He pulled up a blade of grass and, studying it, went on: “Well, we get along, don’t we, the three of us? These weekends have been very happy for me. I don’t think I H have ever been so happy before. I love you.
I know that it is not very long since we caught up with each other, but there was that incident. “
I was not surprised, of course, but I was a little at a loss.
I should have been prepared, but I hesitated, and he continued: “We could be married soon … just as soon as you are ready. We have the London place and this to step into.”
“Lawrence,” I said quickly, “I don’t think I want to be married … not just yet. Everything seems to have happened so quickly since I came home.”
“Of course. I understand that. You need time. Of course you do. Well, there is no great hurry. I don’t want you to go back to Australia and forget all about us.”
“I shan’t do that, I assure you. It is just that I should like to go on as we are … for a time.”
“Then we shall. Why not? It’s very pleasant. Then the idea is not too absurd to you? My age … ?”
“Oh, Lawrence,” I cried.
“That would not matter in the least. It’s not so much, after all. It is just that I am … unready.”
“I understand. I feel that I have known you for a long time. Your father and I were good friends … long before I met you. He talked about you a great deal. He was very proud of his daughter. Then we met and we had our little adventure. You see, it doesn’t seem such a short acquaintance to me.”