The Cornhill Magazine, (vol. XLI, no. 243 new series, September 1916) — John Shaqi
The Cornhill Magazine, (vol. XLI, no. 243 new series, September 1916)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine, (vol. XLI, no. 243 new series, September 1916)
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England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
‘For the last month or six weeks something’s been wrong--some mystery
on hand I cannot fathom. Somebody who has, or imagines they have, a
hold over her is pressing her for money, as far as I can make out.
I believe--oh! it is an abominable suspicion, but I cannot rid my
mind of it--this person visits the house when she is sure I shall be
away. I have no idea who, Brownlow; but someone belonging to her old
life, before I married her. Each time lately that I have been with
her she has insisted upon my telling her exactly when I intend to
come again. Nothing will pacify her but that I must fix a date and
hour. Her persistence has vexed me once or twice. We nearly quarrelled
over it. She says’--he choked a little--‘it is only that she may be
able to put on a pretty gown, prepare a nice little dinner, and have
everything smart and charming for me. But I don’t believe that is her
sole reason--perhaps I am just a jealous brute--but I can’t. I wish to
heaven I could!’
He waited, fighting down his emotion.
‘Yesterday matters came to a head. I went with’--he mentioned the names
of several young men, well known, not to say notorious, in fashionable
and sporting circles--‘to a race meeting at ----. I meant to stop the
week. But racing bores me after a little while, and the play was too
high at night. Positively I couldn’t afford it. So I cut my stay short,
went back to town, and to Chelsea. I can’t deny I had been living
rather hard, and I was cross with myself--I really have kept awfully
straight for the last six months, Brownlow--and a bit seedy and out of
sorts.’
Again he waited.
‘I let myself in at the garden door, and then at the house-door--as a
matter of course. I had no intention of jumping any surprise on her. I
was not thinking about my suspicions or any little tiff we had had. I
only wanted to get to her, Brownlow, because I knew she’d put me into
good conceit with myself--tease and pet and amuse me, you know--she can
be devilish amusing when she likes’----
His voice broke.
‘Yes,’ I said quietly, ‘yes’----
My heart bled for him; but I must be cautious and husband my resources.
The time to speak would surely come, but it was not yet.
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