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She knew she must give account of her doings with Luzanne Larue. A few moments later in the house, her hand lay in that of Carnac, and his eyes met hers. "It's all come our way, Junia," he remarked gaily, though there was sadness in his tone. "It's as you wanted it. You won." "Thanks to you, Junia," and he took from his pocket the blue certificate.
For a moment Barouche stood indecisive as to whether he should hire a locomotive and send some one after the train, and so get in touch with Luzanne in that way, or send her a telegram to the first station where the train would stop in its schedule; but presently he gave up both ideas. As he turned towards the exit of the station, he saw Denzil, and he came forward.
This man made himself almost unbearable at first; but Luzanne pulled Ingot up acridly, and he presently behaved well. Ingot disliked all men in better positions than himself, and was a revolutionary of the worst sort a revolutionary and monarchist. He was only a monarchist because he loved conspiracy and hated the Republican rulers who had imprisoned him "those bombastics," he called them.
And he told in a dozen sentences the story of Luzanne and the false marriage. When he had finished, Tarboe held out his hand. "It was a close shave, Carnac." After a few further remarks, Tarboe said: "I thought there was a chance for me with Junia Shale, but there never was a real one, for she was yours from a child. You won her fairly, Carnac.
"You'd make a good actor, a holy good actor. You got a way with you. Coquelin, Salvini, Bernhardt! Voila, you're just as good! Bagosh, I'd like to see you on the stage." "So would I," said Larue. "I think you could play a house full in no time and make much cash I think you could. Don't you think so, Luzanne?" Luzanne laughed.
And the Bullier, ghost now of the old Bullier where once little Luzanne, the inspiration of a hundred palettes, tripped the polka, the new Bullier with its coloured electricity and ragtime band and professional treaders of the Avenue de l'Observatoire, is eke romance to his nostril.
But tell me, is there anyone who could hurt you, who could spring up in the fight man or woman?" She looked him straight in the eye, and his own did not waver. "There's no one has a knock-out blow for me that's sure. I can weather any storm." He paused, however, disconcerted, for the memory of Luzanne came to him, and his spirit became clouded. "Except one except one," he added.
Carnac stood waiting with a smile on his face, for it seemed good acting. When Luzanne came, her father handed her over, and the marriage ceremony proceeded. Presently it concluded, and Grimshaw, who had had more drink than was good for him, wound up the ceremony with the words: "And may the Lord have mercy on you!"
He did not know, however, that Denzil had been told by Junia to watch the place and learn what he meant to do. Denzil had a popular respect of Barode Barouche as a Minister of the Crown; but he had a far greater love of Carnac. He remained vigilant until after Junia and Luzanne had started in a cab for the railway-station.
She felt a sudden weakness in her knees, for it seemed she held the career of Carnac Grier, and it moved her as she had never been moved. With the yielding of the certificate, Luzanne seemed suddenly to lose self-control. She sank on the bed beside the wall with a cry of distress. "Mon Dieu oh, Mon Dieu!" Then she sprang to her feet. "Give it back, give it back tome," she cried, with frantic pain.
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