She laughed at the recollection of her former prejudice.

"You told the truth, Mr. Weldon. One of the men I danced with, last
season, is riding across Natal in the same squadron with his groom.
In my one London season, I met only officers. Out here, I find Lord
Thomas turned into Tommy Atkins, and I meet him every day. But,
aside from the war, what do you think of Cape Town?"

"What would I think of Table Mountain without its tablecloth?" he
parried. "In both cases, the two things seem inseparable."

"Wait till you know the place better, then," she advised him. "It
really does have a life of its own, apart from its military
setting."

"I am afraid there's not much chance of my knowing it better," he
answered a little regretfully.

"Maitland is only three miles away, and you've not met my mother
yet," she suggested.

"Is she at home now?" Weldon asked, with the conscious air of a man
suddenly recalled to his social duty.

"Not this afternoon. She has taken Miss Arthur for a drive through
Rondebosch. That is quite one of the things to do, you know."

"I didn't know. Is the redoubtable Miss Arthur well?"

The dimple beside the girl's firm lips displayed itself suddenly,