The Incredible Honeymoon Part 18
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"Do you feel as though you would dislike me by Tuesday week?"
"You know I don't," she said, impatiently, "but I might. Or you might.
One never knows. It isn't safe. It isn't wise. I may be silly, but I'm not silly enough to marry for any reason but one."
"And that?"
"That I couldn't bear to part with him, I suppose."
"And you can bear to part with me. There hasn't been much, has there?
Just these three days, and all our talks, and... ." He stopped. A tear had fallen on her lap. "I won't worry any more," he said, in an altered voice. "You shall do just what you like. Shall I get a taxi and take you straight to your aunt's? I will if you like. Come."
"There's no such hurry as all that," she said, "and it's no use being angry with me because I won't jump over a wall without knowing what's on the other side. No, why I should jump, either," she added, on the impulse of a sudden thought. "You haven't told me that yet. What good would my getting married do to Aunt Alice? I don't mean that I would, because you know I couldn't--even for her--but what good would it do if I did?"
"If we were married," he said, with a careful absence of emotion, "we could send your aunt a copy of our marriage certificate and a reference to my solicitor. She would then know that you had married a respectable person with an a.s.sured income, instead of which you now appear to be running about the country stealing ducks with Heaven knows who."
"Yes," she said, "I see that. Oh, I have a glorious idea! It will suit you and me and Aunt Alice and make everybody happy!--like in books.
Let's have a mock marriage, and forge the certificate."
"Have you ever seen a marriage certificate?"
"No, of course not."
"Well, it would be as difficult to forge as a bank-note."
"Why--have you ever seen one?" she asked, and he hoped it was anxiety he read in her tone.
"Yes; I know a chap who's a registrar. I've witnessed a marriage before now."
"Then there's no need to forge," she said, light-heartedly. "Your friend would give you one of the certificates, of course, if you asked him, and we could fill it in and make Aunt Alice happy."
He laughed, and the sound, echoing in the gray emptiness of the Hall, drew on him the sour glance of a barrister, wigged and gowned, hastening to the mayor's court.
"He's wondering what you've got to laugh at," she said, "and I don't wonder. _I_ don't know. Why shouldn't we pretend to be married? I'm sure your friend would help us to. Oh, do!" she said, clasping her hands with an exaggerated gesture that could not quite hide the genuine appeal behind it. "Then we sha'n't have to part. I mean I sha'n't have to go back to the aunts and all the worry that I thought I'd got away from."
"You're not really serious."
"But I am. You will--oh, do say you will."
"No," he said, "it's impossible--Princess, don't ask if I can't."
"Then it's all over?"
"I suppose so, if you insist on going back."
"I don't insist. But I must do something about Aunt Alice. She's always been a darling to me. I can't go away and be happy and not care whether she's miserable or not. You'd hate me if I could. I'll go back to-morrow or to-night. You said we should go into the country and think things out. At least we can do that--we can have one more day. Shall we?"
Her sweet eyes tempted and implored.
"What sort of day would it be," he said, "with the end of everything at the end of it? How could we be happy as we were yesterday?--for you were happy, you owned it. How could we be happy together when we knew we'd got to part in six hours--five hours--two hours--half an hour? Besides, why should I give you the chance to grow any dearer? So as to make it hurt more when you took yourself away from me? No--"
"I didn't know I was dear," she said, in a very small voice.
Perhaps he did not hear it, for he went on: "If the splendid adventure is to end like this, let it end here--now. I've had the two days; you can't take those from me."
"I don't want to take anything from you, but--"
"Let's make an end of it, then," he said, ruthlessly, "since that's what you choose. Good-by, Princess. Let's shake hands and part friends." He rose. "Let's part friends," he repeated, and paused, remembering that you cannot go away and leave a lady planted in the Guildhall. Yet he could not say, "Let us part friends, and now I will call a cab."
She was more expert. "At least," she put it, "we needn't part here in the dark among the images of dead people. Come out into the suns.h.i.+ne and look at the pretty pigeons."
He was grateful to her. In the Guildhall yard the cab would happen, if it happened at all, naturally and without any effect of bathos.
They stood watching the sleek birds strutting on little red feet, and fluttering gray wings in the suns.h.i.+ne. She thought of the wood-pigeon in the wood by the river, and the calm brightness of yesterday held out beckoning hands to her.
"I didn't think it was going to end like this," she said.
"Nor I," he answered, inexorably.
"Are you quite sure it's impossible? The mock marriage, I mean? In books it's always so frightfully easy, even when the girl isn't helping?"
"I'm afraid it's impossible," said he. "I wish it wasn't. Look at that blue chap," he added, indicating a fat pigeon for the benefit of a pa.s.sing boy. "You must go back to your aunts. And I must go back to ... oh, well, there's nothing much for me to go back to."
They were walking along King Street now. "It does seem rather as though a sponge were going to pa.s.s over the slate ... and there wouldn't be much left," she said.
He glanced at her, suddenly alert. If she felt that ... why, then... .
He wished that the scene had not been in one of the most frequented streets of the City of London. If it had been in a drawing-room, for instance--her drawing-room--it would have been possible to say the words of parting with something of dignity and finality. But here, with--in the background and not to be evaded--that snorting taxicab over whose closed door their farewells must be made... . But need it be across a taxicab door?
"Let us," he said, "take a cab. I will go with you as far as Hyde Park Square."
"Shall we have the hood down?" she asked, with intention. "It doesn't matter now if any one does see us." But he pretended not to hear, and the hood remained as it was.
They were silent all the crowded way along Cheapside, where there were blocks, as usual, and the drivers of lorries and wagons were cheerfully profane. Silent, too, along Newgate Street and New Oxford Street. The driver, being a wise man, turned up Bloomsbury Street to escape from the blocks in Oxford Street; they pa.s.sed the British Museum and, presently, the Midlothian Hotel. And as they pa.s.sed it, each thought of the breakfast there only that morning, when she had poured the coffee of one from whom she had then had no mind to part.
"Oh, why are we doing it?" She spoke suddenly, and her speech had the effect of a cry. "We didn't mean to say good-by, and now we're going to. Don't let's."
"But your aunt," he said, feeling as foolish as any young man need wish.
"If you don't go back to her now you'll want to to-morrow--and I can't... . I told you why I want to part now, if we are to part. Now, before it gets any worse."
"We shall be at Hyde Park Square in a minute," she said, desperately.
"Yes," he said, "it's nearly over. What number is it? I must tell the man."
"Tell him to turn around and go somewhere else--into the country; we said we would, you know. I'm not going back to Hyde Park Square. Tell him... ."
"Princess," he said, "I can't bear it. Let him go on."
"But I'm not asking you to bear anything. Don't you understand?"
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