We have it under her own hand. In
that letter to my wife she says she has acted unscrupulously. She has
owned up, then, for what else can it mean, I should like to know. And so
they are to be married before that old idiot comes out . . . He will be
surprised," commented Fyne suddenly in a strangely malignant tone. "He
shall be met at the jail door by a Mrs. Anthony, a Mrs. Captain Anthony.
Very pleasant for Zoe. And for all I know, my brother-in-law means to
turn up dutifully too. A little family event. It's extremely pleasant
to think of. Delightful. A charming family party. We three against the
world--and all that sort of thing. And what for. For a girl that
doesn't care twopence for him."
The demon of bitterness had entered into little Fyne. He amazed me as
though he had changed his skin from white to black. It was quite as
wonderful. And he kept it up, too.
"Luckily there are some advantages in the--the profession of a sailor. As
long as they defy the world away at sea somewhere eighteen thousand miles
from here, I don't mind so much. I wonder what that interesting old
party will say.
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