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Perhaps, he would have his chance to make good. He got to his feet; he held out his hand. "I'll do it." "Ain't it worth any thanks?" "Not between us," declared Tarboe. "When are you going to do it?" "To-night now." He drew out some paper and sat down with a pen in his hand. "Now," John Grier repeated. On his way home, with Luzanne's disturbing letter in his pocket, Carnac met Junia.
No, Luzanne could never be for him. So he forbore doing more than ask her to forgive him, and he would take her to lunch-the last lunch of the picture-if she would. With features in chagrin, she put on her hat, yet when she turned to him, she was smiling. He visited her home occasionally, and Luzanne's father had a friend, Ingot by name, who was sometimes present.
"There it is, signed by Judge Grimshaw that married us, and there's the seal; and the whole thing can't be set aside. Look at it, if you like, petite." She held it not far from Junia's face, and Junia could see that it was registration of a marriage of New York State. She could have snatched the paper away, but she meant to conquer Luzanne's savage spirit.
They were now in Luzanne's small room, and Junia noted that it had all the characteristics of a habitant dwelling even to the crucifix at the head of the bed, and the picture of the French-Canadian Premier of the Dominion on the wall. She also saw a rosary on a little hook beside the bed. "How do you know?"
She would soon know, and she gave her name at last slowly, keeping her eyes on those of Luzanne. At mention of the name, Luzanne's eyes took on prejudice and moroseness. The pupils enlarged, the lids half closed, the face grew sour. "Junia Shale you are Junia Shale?" The voice was bitter and resentful.
She would soon know, and she gave her name at last slowly, keeping her eyes on those of Luzanne. At mention of the name, Luzanne's eyes took on prejudice and moroseness. The pupils enlarged, the lids half closed, the face grew sour. "Junia Shale you are Junia Shale?" The voice was bitter and resentful.
"I'm not engaged to Carnac Grier, and he has never asked me to marry him but what business is it of yours, ma'm'selle?" "Come and I'll tell you." Luzanne moved towards the door. They were speechless till they reached Luzanne's lodgings. "This is the house of Monsieur Marmette, an agent of Monsieur Barouche," said Junia. "I know it." "You'll know it better soon.
She had given him the fatal blue certificate of his marriage and the marriage could now be ended with Luzanne's consent, for she would not fight the divorce he must win soon. He could now tell the truth, if need be, to his constituents, for there would be time enough to recover his position, if it were endangered, before the next election came, and Junia would be by his side to help him!
At the village, they did the circus, called out praise to the clown, gave the elephant some buns, and at five o'clock started back to New York. Arrived at New York, they went to a hotel off Broadway for dinner, and Carnac signed names in the hotel register as "Mr. and Mrs. Carnac Grier." When he did it, he saw a furtive glance pass from Luzanne's eyes to her father. It was disconcerting to him.
"It was almost real," said Ingot, with his head turned away from Carnac, but he winked at Larue and caught a furtive look from Luzanne's eye. "I think we'd better have another hour hereabouts, then get back to New York," said Larue. "There's a circus in the village let us go to that."
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