mâdaughter!â His arm flew up.
The girl flung herself at her sire, reaching up to grasp his wrist and crying urgently, âHe helped me save Picayune, sir, and threw himself into the river to do so! I could do no less than bring him hereâsurely you see that? Surely, you do not doubt me, my dear one?â
âWhat stuff,â said Torrey with derision. âAs if a man would risk drowning for the sake of a miserable alley cat!â
Bradford was looking into his daughterâs face uncertainly, but at this he rounded on the younger man. âDo you dare to name Fiona a liar, Freemon Torrey?â he thundered.
âI assure you, the lady speaks truth,â said Mathieson. âI am all too aware that I do not appear heroic, which is perfectly logical since I am very far from being so.â His lips quirked. âI might better admit that âmy cue is villainous melancholy.â Especially in this unfortunate costume.â
An appreciative twinkle came into Bradfordâs eyes.
Fiona released her fatherâs wrist and turned to beam at the accused.
Torrey glared and pointed out acidly that no true gentleman would disrobe in front of an unwed lady of Quality, no matter what the circumstances.
Bradford looked at Mathieson thoughtfully.
âMr. Torrey,â said Mathieson, in the soft drawl that would have warned many who knew him, âI think you and I should discuss this matter at some future date.â
âNot too distant, I trust,â snapped Torrey. âMr. Bradford, âtis evident to meââ
âEnough!â Bradford threw the whip down and said impatiently, âIâll believe my daughter, Freemon, and Iâll thank you to keep a still tongue in your head about this!â He advanced on Mathieson, scanning his features intently. âWhat have you to say in the matter, sir?â
âI put it to you, Mr. Bradford,â said Mathieson ruefully, âdo I
look
like a man engaged in an
affaire de coeur
?â
Bradford blinked from the bare feet to the blanket, to thetousled black locks, and gave a throaty laugh. âBegad but yâdonât. Blest if ever I saw a
less
romantical fellow!â
âExactly so, Papa,â agreed Miss Bradford, demurely.
Mathieson was unable to decide whether he had won, or lost.
âThat blasted cat,â grunted Bradford, sitting on the edge of the bunk in his caravan and watching Mathieson who was sprawled sleepily in the lower bunk opposite, from which Torrey had been pre-empted. âWell, Iâm obliged tâyou, not to refine on it. My girl is quite capable of having clung to the treetrunk until both were swept away!â
Mathieson was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open. âIâll own I was somewhat surprised,â he murmured, âthat a lady of Quality should be out here, all alone, on such a night.â
âAye, Iâll admit that was nobodyâs fault but my own.â Bradfordâs fine face reddened, but his gaze did not falter. âFiona is very dear to my heart, whatever you may think. I left Freemon here to guard her!â
Freemon Torrey, who Mathieson now knew to be a lifelong friend of the Bradfords, was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and at once declared with gruff resentment, âShe ran me off, sir. As I told you. We quarrelled overânothing really. You know howâhow unreasonable Fiona can be at times ⦠I was enraged, andâleft her, God forgive me! I own âtwas bad, but you know I mean to marry her and would never do anything to harm her. Truly, I thought Mrs. Dunnigan and Japhet would arrive at any moment, notââ his eyes flashed to Mathieson. He growled, âYou may be sure âtwill never happen again!â
âOne would hope not,â said Mathieson with pious insincerity.
âDamn you!â Torreyâs fists clenched. âWere you not disabled, sirââ
âWell, he
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