Criminals -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
"And you understand this, young woman, I will be a party to no crime at
your bidding. I will be no partner with you in iniquity. To restore this
money is the honest course, the only course, and the course that I shall
take without any delay. As for you, while you are my wife, poor or rich,
you will respect my name!"
"_While_ I am your wife--if you go on the way you are going I warn you
that will not be for long."
"What do you mean?"
"That you'll know quick enough once it's done. For the last time I ask
you to pause, consider, compromise!--I don't ask you to do anything
dishonourable, but make some arrangement, don't give up everything. By
your own showing it will ruin Gerald; think of him, think of her--of
Miriam. Think of the awful unhappiness it means for her. John! I will
try and be different to you if you will only wait."
"Stop it," he thundered, "she-devil that you are, consumed by your
disgusting lust for gold. Once for all I refuse to be coerced by you. Do
I not know right from wrong? This property is Gerald's, and whatever the
consequences, to him it goes."
"Very well; I have warned you. Now I know what to do."
She entered the dressing-room and banged the door behind her. For some
minutes he stood staring blankly at it. Then he quietly went downstairs.
He saw no more of her that night. She had her dinner sent up to her
room, and refused to see him. He dined, therefore, at the restaurant
instead of in their private room. In spite of his self-control he could
not eat. He realised full well what this loss meant, not so much to
himself--five hundred a year and his pay was all-sufficient for him--but
to Miriam, and to Gerald, yes, and to the paltry little woman who, after
all, was his wife. Yet the more he pondered over it, the more convinced
he became that there was but one course open to him. There need be no
scandal about Julia; that must be hushed up somehow; but Gerald must
have his own.
He lit a cigar at the table, and turned the thing over in his mind for
another quarter of an hour. Then he called a cab, and drove straight to
Rosary Mansions.
It was nearly ten o'clock when he arrived, yet strange to say Gerald was
at home--thanks to Hilda. But the Major of course did not know to what
he might attribute this return to the domestic hearth on the part of
Master Gerald, and gave him all credit for it. He was sorely grieved to
think that his news more than anything else, was calculated to bring
about a speedy return to the old order of things.
As for Miriam, she had been in nowise deceived by her husband's action.
She had made a pretty shrewd guess at the sort of thing that had passed
between him and his former lady-love. His expression had been quite
enough to show her he had been dismissed, and she valued his presence
accordingly.
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