"It's too quiet and it's not at all nice," he suddenly replied. "Your
father and Ingot have gone. They've left us alone on purpose. This is a
dirty game and I'm not going to play it any longer. I've had enough of
it. I've had my fill. I'm going now. Come, let's go together."
She looked a bit smashed and overdone. "The dinner!" she said in
confusion.
"I'll pay for that. We won't wait any longer. Come on at once, please."
She put on her things coolly, and he noticed a savage stealthiness as she
pushed the long pins through her hat and hair. He left the room. Outside
the hotel, Carnac held out his hand.
"Good night and good-bye, Luzanne," he said huskily. "You can get home
alone, can't you?"
She laughed a little, then she said: "I guess so. I've lived in New York
some years. But you and I are married, Carnac, and you ought to take me
to your home."
There was something devilish in her smile now. Then the whole truth burst
upon Carnac. "Married--married! When did I marry you? Good God!"
"You married me this afternoon after lunch at Shipton. I have the
certificate and I mean to hold you to it."
"You mean to hold me to it--a real marriage to-day at Shipton! You and
your father and Ingot tricked me into this.
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