The Second Honeymoon

; he was horribly tired, and his head ached

tre with Mortlake. Jimmy hated Mortlake. The brute had such piles of money, whilst he-even the insufficient income which was always mortgaged wee

some of the most expensive roses he could find in the shops. He took them himself to C

r love and best thanks but she was very tired and

he most wretched man in the whole of London. How on earth could he get through the whole infernal morning? A

e was back again at his rooms. A messenger boy was at the door when he reached

relented, of course, and wanted to see him at once. He was so sure of

d. I ought to have said good-bye to you last night, only at the last moment I hadn't the courage. If you really care for me you will keep away, and make no attempt to see me. I ca

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ng at Jimmy Challoner's white face. Presently h

ned then, "No

r. He felt as if he were walking in space. For

letter again. The only thing about it that

dismissal. She had thought it

er him. He was jilted! The detestable thing for which he had always so deeply pitied other men of

of Cynthia's marriage. He only realised tha

ang for any other woman in all his life in compariso

ad not fallen asleep and dreamed it all. His gaze was arrested by Cynthi

what to do with it, then he dashed it down into the fireplace. The glass splintered into hundreds of fragments. Jimm

ferent he was. If only there was some other woman who would be

eyes when last night he had reminded her of the old days at Upton House

at he could be with them all day and every day. Cynthia would get to hear of it, Cynthia would know that he was

her, thought so much of their future together; made such wonderful plan

t her see that he was no weakling, no lovelorn swain pleading for denied favours. He squared his shoulders. He took up his hat