"
"I know you don't. I quite realise that; but--but if, just for the
sake of appearances, you felt you could be sufficiently forgiving
to--to come back to me, just--just for a little while, I mean," he
added with an embarrassed rush. "I--I wouldn't bother you. I--I'd let
you do just as you liked. I wouldn't ask anything. I--I----"
Christine laughed.
"You are inviting me to have a second honeymoon, in fact. Is that it?"
she asked bitterly. "Thank you very much. I enjoyed the first so
tremendously that, of course, it is only natural you should think I
must be anxious to repeat the experiment."
Jimmy flushed to the roots of his hair.
"I deserve everything you can say. I haven't any excuse to offer; and
I know you'll never believe it if I were to tell you that--that when
Cynthia----"
She put up her hands to her eyes with a little shudder.
"I don't want to hear anything about her; I don't ever want to hear her
name again."
"I'm sorry, dear." The word of endearment slipped out unconsciously.
Christine's little figure quivered; suddenly she began to sob.
She wanted someone to be kind to her so badly. The one little word of
endearment was like a ray of sunshine touching the hard bitterness of
her heart, melting it, breaking her down.
"Christine!" said Jimmy in a choked voice.
He went over to her.
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