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"Yes and no," he answered with emotion. "You've quarrelled with Junia?" "No," he replied. "Why don't you marry her?" she urged. "We all would like it, even your father." "I can't." "Why?" She leant forward with a slight burning of the cheek. "Why, Carnac?" He had determined to keep his own secret, to hide the thing which had vexed his life, but a sudden feeling overcame his purpose.
It was unusual for a Frenchman to give up his life to an English family, but that is what he had done, and of late he had watched Junia with new eager solicitude. The day she first saw Tarboe had marked an exciting phase in her life. Denzil had studied her, and he knew vaguely that a fresh interest, disturbing, electrifying, had entered into her.
Before him there flashed a face, however, which at once sobered his exaltation. It was the face of Junia. "I wonder what she will think," he said to himself, with a little perplexity. He knew in his heart of hearts she would not think it incongruous that he, an artist, should become a politician.
He knows what he wants, and means to have it, and this is a free country. Our girls, they have their own way. Why don't you settle it now? Why don't you marry Junia, and take her away with you if she'll have you?" "I can't even if she'll have me." "Why can't you?" "I'm afraid of the law." An uneasy smile hung at Carnac's lips. He suddenly caught Fabian's shoulder in a strong grip.
Presently Carnac said: "Let me give you my news first, Tarboe: I am to marry Junia Shale and soon." Tarboe nodded. "I expected that. She is worth the best the world can offer." There was a ring of honesty in his tone. "All the more reason why I should tell you what my news is, Carnac.
Her eyes were combative and repellent, but Junia was not dismayed, and she said: "What shall we talk about?" "There's only one thing and one person to talk about, ma'm'selle." "I still don't know what you mean." "Aren't you engaged to Carnac Grier? Don't you think you're going to marry him?... Don't you like to tell the truth, then?" she added. Junia raised her eyebrows.
M'sieu' Carnac Grier's got the right stuff in him, and I'm for him both hands up both hands way up high, nom de pipe!" At that he raised both hands above his head with a loud cheer, and later Carnac Grier was carried to the launch in the arms of Eugene Grandois' friends. "Who are you, ma'm'selle?" It was in the house of Eugene Grandois that this question was asked of Junia.
The day Carnac was elected it was clear to Tarboe that he must win Junia at once, if he was ever to do so, for Carnac's new honours would play a great part in influencing her. In his mind, it was now or never for himself; he must bring affairs to a crisis. Junia's father was poor, but the girl had given their home an air of comfort and an art belonging to larger spheres.
It was Junia, brilliant, buoyant, yellow haired, with bright brown eyes, tingling cheeks, and white laughing teeth that showed against her red lips. She held up a finger at him. "I know what you've done, and it's no good at all. You can't live without us, and you mustn't," she said. The old man glowered still, but a reflective smile crawled to his lips. "No, it's finished," he replied.
Her eyes were combative and repellent, but Junia was not dismayed, and she said: "What shall we talk about?" "There's only one thing and one person to talk about, ma'm'selle." "I still don't know what you mean." "Aren't you engaged to Carnac Grier? Don't you think you're going to marry him? . . . Don't you like to tell the truth, then?" she added. Junia raised her eyebrows.
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