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"Lawyers!" she cried.
"Yes, I've had a solicitor here."
"Not to make your will!"
"No. On a--on a local matter. Don't look at me like that! It's nothing much: nothing new, at all events."
"But you are worried."
She knelt beside his chair, and rested her elbows on the arm, studying his pale set profile. His eyes met hers no longer.
"I am," he admitted; "but that's my own fault. As I say--it's nothing new!"
"Who was the lawyer?"
"You wouldn't know him."
"I mean to know who he was. Mr. Cripps?"
Jack did not answer. He rolled his head from side to side against the back of the chair. His eyes remained fast upon the opposite wall.
"It is--the old trouble," Olivia whispered. "The trouble of two nights ago!"
His silence told her much. The drops upon his forehead added more. Yet her voice was calm and undismayed; it enabled him at last to use his own.
"Yes!" he said hoa.r.s.ely. "Claude made a mistake. It was true after all!"
"Hunt's story, darling?"
"Hunt's story. There _was_ an English marriage as well as an Australian one. He had a wife at each side of the world! Claude made a mistake. He went to the wrong church at Chelsea--to a church by the river. He had always thought it was the parish church. It is not. St. Luke's is the parish church, and there in the book they have the marriage down in black and white. Cripps found it; but he first found it somewhere else, where he says they have the records of every marriage in the country since 1850. He would have looked there the day Claude was up, but he left it too late. He looked yesterday, and found it, sure enough, on the date Hunt gave. October 22d, 1853. And he has been to Chelsea and seen it there. So there's no mistake about it this time; and you see how we stand."
"I see. My poor boy!"
"It's Claude after all. Poor chap, he's awfully cut up. He blames himself so for the mistake between the two churches; but Cripps tells me it was the most natural mistake in the world. Chelsea Old Church--that was where Claude went. And he says he'll never forgive himself."
"But I forgive him," said Olivia, with the first sign of emotion in her voice. She was holding one of his hands; her other was in his hair.
Still he stared straight in front of him.
"Of course you forgive him," he said gently. "When you come to think of it, there's nothing to forgive. Claude didn't make the facts. He only failed to discover them."
"I am glad he _did_ fail," whispered Olivia.
"Glad? You can't be glad! Why do you say that?"
And now he turned his face to her, in his astonishment; and suddenly it was she who could not meet his gaze.
"How can you be glad?" he continued to demand.
"Because--otherwise--you would never--have--spoken----"
"Spoken? Of course I shouldn't! It's a thousand pities I did. It makes it all the harder--now!"
"What do you mean?"
"Surely you see?"
They had risen with a common instinct. The ice was broken; there were no more shamefaced glances. The girl stood proudly at her full height.
"I see nothing. You say our engagement makes this all the harder for you; it _should_ be just the opposite."
"Will nothing make you see?" cried Jack. "Oh, how am I to say it? It--it can't go on--our engagement!"
"And why not?"
"I am nothing--n.o.body--a nameless----"
"What does it matter?" interrupted Olivia pa.s.sionately. "Do you really think it was the name I wanted after all? You pay me a high compliment!
I know exactly what you mean--know exactly what this means to you. To me it makes no difference at all. You are the man you have always been; you are the man--I--love."
His eyes glistened.
"G.o.d bless you for saying so! You are the one to love a man the better when he's down on his luck. I know that. Yet we must never----"
"Never what?"
"Marry."
"Not--marry?" She stared at him in sheer amazement. "Not when we promised--only yesterday? You may break your word if you like. Mine I would never break!"
"Then I must. It is not to be thought of any more. Surely you see? It's not that I have lost the money and the t.i.tle; oh! you must see what it is!"
"Of course I see. But I don't allow the objection."
"Your people would never hear of it now; and quite right too."
"My people! I am of age. I have a little money of my own, enough for us both. I can do exactly what I like. Besides, I'm not so sure about my people; you don't know my father as I know him."
"He is a man of the world. He would not hear of it."
"Then I must act for myself."
"You must not!"
"I must. Do you think I am only a fair-weather girl? I gave you my promise when all was different. I would rather die than break it now."
"But I release you! I set you free! Everything has altered. Oh, can't you put yourself in my place? I should deserve shooting if I married you now. I release you because I must."
"And I refuse to be released."