The Imaginary Marriage Part 41

"You have done nothing--yet, Johnny. It is what you are going to do--that troubles me and makes me anxious."

He stared, open-eyed.

"How?"

"Your marriage!"

"With Joan. You mean that you are against her?"

"I am against any woman who would have you for a husband and give you none of her heart," cried Connie.

"Why--why?" he stammered. "Con, you couldn't expect that Joan would fall in love with a chap like me?"

"Then why is she going to marry you? Isn't marriage a union of love and hearts? Oh, Johnny, I am anxious, very anxious. I hate it, this loveless marriage--"

"But I love her!" he said reverently.

"Do you--can you go on loving her? Can you? Your own heart starved, can you continue to love and give again and again? No, no, I know better--the time will come when you will realise you have married a cold and beautiful statue, and your heart will wither and shrivel within you, Johnny."

"Con, in time I will make her care for me a little."

"She never will!"

"Why?"

Connie looked out of the window. "Johnny, dear, if I am saying something that will hurt you, will you forgive me?--knowing that I love you so dearly, that all I want to see is your happiness, that I hate to see you imposed on, made a fool of, made a convenience of!"

"Connie, what do you mean?"

"I mean that I believe that Joan Meredyth will never love you, because all the heart she has to give has been given to someone else."

"You have no right to say that. What do you know? What can you know?"

"I know nothing. I can only guess. I can only stumble and grope in the dark. Think! That woman, lovely, sweet, brilliant, could she accept all that you offer her and give nothing in return if she were heart-free?

Wouldn't your love for her appeal to her, touch her, force some tenderness in response? Oh, I have watched her. I have seen, and I have guessed what I know must--must be true. For she is all woman; she is no cold icicle, but you have not touched her heart, Johnny, and you never will, and so--so, my dear," Connie's voice choked with a sob, "you'll hate me for this--Johnny!"

He went to her, put his arm about her, and held her tightly and kissed her.

"To prove my hate, dear," he whispered, and then he went out with a very thoughtful look on his face.

In the yard he saw Ellice.

"Gipsy girl," he said, "come with me. Let's go out--anywhere in the car for a ride--it doesn't matter where. Come with me!"

Her face flushed, then paled.

"No thank you!" she said coldly. "I am busy doing something for Joan."

Johnny sighed with disappointment, there was pain in his eyes too. In the old days she would not have refused; she would have come gladly.

"My little Gipsy girl is against me too!" He walked away slowly and dejectedly, and the girl watched him. She lifted her hands and pressed them hard against her breast, and then--then Johnny heard the light fall of swift-moving feet. He felt a clutch on his arm, and turned. He saw a flushed face, bright eyes were looking into his.

"If--if you want me to, I'll come," she said. "I'll come with you--anywhere!"

He did not answer. His hands had dropped on to her shoulders; he stood there holding her and looking into her face, glowing with a beauty that he had never seen in it before, and in his eyes was still that puzzled look, the look of a man who does not quite understand.

"Why, Gipsy girl!" he said slowly, "you are a woman--you have grown up all suddenly."

"Yes, I am--I am a woman!" She laughed, but the laughter ended in a sob.

She bent her head, and Johnny, strangely puzzled, slipped his arm about her and drew her a little closer to him.

He had thought her a child; but she was a woman, and he had seen in her eyes that which set his dull wits wondering.

CHAPTER x.x.xVI

"HE HAS COME BACK"

It was exactly a week since his departure that Hugh returned to Starden, and found Mrs. Bonner a little surprised, but by no means unready.

"You said as you'd send me a message, sir," she said.

"I did, and I haven't done it--I'll take the consequences." But there were no consequences to take. She prepared him an ample meal at the shortest notice, and was willing enough to stop and talk to him while he ate it.

"Anything new, anything fresh?"

"Nothing!"

"No strangers about Starden?"

"No!"

Had Slotman been? That was what Hugh wanted to know. Presently he asked the question direct.

"You don't happen to have seen that man I described to you some time back, a stout man with a lean face, overdressed, thick red lips, small eyes?"

"Law bless us! yes. I see him two days ago, drove past he did in a car--a shabby-looking car it was, but he didn't stop. He just stared at the cottage as he drove past, and I got an idea he smiled, only I ain't sure. I am sure of one thing, however; he did stare terribul hard at this cottage!"

"You are sure it is the man?"

Mrs. Bonner described Mr. Slotman's appearance vividly, and Mr. Slotman, had he been there, might not have been pleased to hear of the impression he had made on the good woman.

"A man," she concluded, "as I wouldn't trust, not a hinch!"

"It's the man!" Hugh thought. "And he's come back, as I thought he would. Funny he should look at the cottage! Good Lord! I wonder if he has spies about here?"