It was
I that should have acted; and she knew that. She means business, that's
clear, and it'll be hard to prove I didn't marry her with eyes wide open.
It gets between me and my work and my plans for the future; between--"
"Between you and Junia," she said mournfully. "Don't you think you ought
to get a divorce for Junia's sake, if nothing else?"
"Yes, of course. But I'm not sure I could get a divorce--evidence is so
strong against me, and it was a year ago! If I can see Luzanne again
perhaps I can get her to tear up the marriage-lines--that's what I want.
She isn't all bad. I must go again to New York; and Junia can wait. I'm
not much, I know--not worth waiting for, maybe, but I'm in earnest where
Junia's concerned. I could make a little home for her at once, and a
better one as time went on, if she would marry me."
After a moment of silence, Carnac added: "I'm going to New York. Don't
you think I ought to go?"
The gaunt, handsome face of the woman darkened, and then she answered:
"Yes."
There was silence again for a moment, deep and painful, and then Carnac
spoke.
"Mother, I don't think father is well. I see a great change in him. He
hasn't long to travel, and some day you'll have everything. He might
make you run the business, with Tarboe as manager.
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