But he said nothing as to how the door had got broken.
Not for any thought of him, but for Captain Falkenberg's sake, I went down
at once to the summer-house and mended the door once again. No need for
such haste, maybe; the Captain had a long drive there and back, but it was
close on twenty-four hours now since he started.
The engineer came down with me. Without in the least perceiving how it
came about, I found myself thinking well of him; he had broken open that
door last night--quite so, but he was not the man to sneak out of it
after. He and no one other it was who had it mended. Eh, well, perhaps
after all 'twas only my vanity was pleased. I felt flattered at his
trusting to my silence. That was it. That was how I came to think well of
him.
"I'm in charge of some timber-rafting on the rivers," he said. "How long
are you staying here?"
"Not for long. Till the field-work's over for the season."
"I could give you work if you'd care about it."
Now this was work I knew nothing of, and, what was more, I liked to be
among field and forest, not with lumbermen and proletariat.
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