From their feet ran the slim, straight causeway, which was the

King's highway of the district--a trim, prim line of white above the

picturesque disorder of the marshes. It skirted the low-lying fields at

the foot of the uplands and slipped through an iron gate to end in

the far distance at the gigantic portal of The Fort. This was a

squat, ungainly pile of rugged gray stone, symmetrically built, but

aggressively ugly in its very regularity, since it insulted the graceful

curves of Nature everywhere discernible. It stood nakedly amidst the

bare, bleak meadows glittering with pools of still water, with not even

the leaf of a creeper to soften its menacing walls, although above them

appeared the full-foliaged tops of trees planted in the barrack-yard. It

looked as though the grim walls belted a secret orchard. What with

the frowning battlements, the very few windows diminutive and closely

barred, the sullen entrance and the absence of any gracious greenery,

Gartley Fort resembled the Castle of Giant Despair. On the hither side,

but invisible to the lovers, great cannons scowled on the river they

protected, and, when they spoke, received answer from smaller guns

across the stream. There less extensive forts were concealed amidst

trees and masked by turf embankments, to watch and guard the golden

argosies of London commerce.

Lucy, always impressionable, shivered with her hand in that of Archie's,

as she stared at the landscape, melancholy even in the brilliant

sunshine.

"I should hate to live in Gartley Fort," said she abruptly. "One might

as well be in jail."

"If you marry Random you will have to live there, or on a baggage wagon.

He is R.G.A. captain, remember, and has to go where glory calls him,

like a good soldier."

"Glory can call until glory is hoarse for me," retorted the girl

candidly. "I prefer an artist's studio to a camp."

"Why?" asked Hope, laughing at her vehemence.

"The reason is obvious. I love the artist."

"And if you loved the soldier?"

"I should mount the baggage wagon and make him Bovril when he was

wounded. But for you, dear, I shall cook and sew and bake and--"

"Stop! stop! I want a wife, not a housekeeper."

"Every sensible man wants the two in one."

"But you should be a queen, darling."

"Not with my own consent, Archie: the work is much too hard. Existence

on six pounds a week with you will be more amusing. We can take a

cottage, you know, and live, the simple life in Gartley village, until

you become the P.R.A., and I can be Lady Hope, to walk in silk attire."




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