Captain Tremaine was a simple,
happy, cheerful soul. Though he was always what he called "dashed short,"
when with a woman he flung about his money right royally. Also he was an
expert, not a teasing, lover. He knew, so Enid reminded herself
gratefully, when to stop, as well as when to begin, making love. How
unlike inexpert, tiresome Jack Tosswill! And yet he also was in dead
earnest. He knew exactly what he wanted, and more than once, in a
chaffing, yet serious, fashion, he had assured her that she had best
submit at once, as he always "got there in the end." What he wanted was
that they should be married, by special license, within a week from
now, so that they might go back to India, a happy, honeymooning couple,
in a fortnight! And while he was with her, describing in eloquent, eager
language what their life would be like and what a delightful, jolly time
they would have, Enid had been sorely, sorely tempted to say "yes."
And yet? Though Tremaine was Enid Crofton's ideal of what a lover, even a
husband, should be, and she had never liked any man as well, she knew
with a painful, practical knowledge the meaning of the words "genteel
poverty." Tremaine's regiment would not remain for ever in India, and
then would begin the enforced economies, the weary struggle with an
inadequate income she had known with Colonel Crofton.
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