You really ought to
cheer up and get quite well, John."
But he was firm, and after some bickerings she was obliged to decide to
go to Venice alone with Arabella, and let her _fiance_ depart in his
motor early the next morning.
Their parting was characteristic.
"Good night, Cecilia," John Derringham said. No matter how capricious
she could be, he always treated her with ceremonious politeness. "I am
leaving so very early to-morrow, we had better say good-by now. I hope
my going does not really inconvenience you at all. I want a little rest
from your friends, and, when I join you at Venice again, I hope you will
let me see more of yourself."
She put up her face, and kissed him with all the girlish rippling smiles
she had used for his seduction in the beginning.
"Why, certainly," she said. "We will be regular old Darbys-and-Joans; so
don't you forget while you are away that you belong to me, and I am not
going to give you up to anything or anybody--so long as I want you
myself!"
And John Derringham had gone to his room feeling more chained than ever,
and more bitterly resentful against fate.
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