Braddock--in fact, I am sure
he does. I know he loves Christine. But he hates Colonel Grand even
more than he loves her or--you. He--"
"Oh, he does not love me, David. You need not hesitate," she said
drearily.
"As I have already said, he gave Dick a half-promise that he would try
to see you. He has two questions he intends to ask, I believe. I
think, Mrs. Braddock, you will be doing a very wise thing if you see
him--of your own free will. He will probably insist on seeing you in
any event--even in the face of opposition. You can avoid a great deal
of trouble by--well, by not barring him out. I know how it must
distress you. I wish I could take all the worry, all the trouble off
your shoulders. But there would be only one way in which I could do
it--and that would be a desperate one."
It was then that she laid her trembling, icy hand on his, and said,
"Search for him until you find him."
David hesitated a moment before putting his next question. It touched
on a very tender subject.
"Have you thought of divorcing him?"
"No, David," she said quietly. "I made my bed years ago, as Joey would
say.
Pages:
427
428
429
430
431
432
433
434
435
436
437
438
439
440
441
442
443
444
445
446
447
448
449
450
451