He
had no wish to pull up stakes again and begin life afresh, though he was
only forty, and he had plenty of initiative left. But if he had to go, he
would want to go alone, as he had done before. Yes, he would have liked
to tell Carmen that Jean Jacques knew everything; but it was impossible.
She would have to face the full shock from Jean Jacques' own battery. But
then again perhaps she knew already. He hoped she did.
At the very moment that Masson was thinking this, while he went to the
main road where he had left his horse and buggy tied up, Carmen came to
know.
Carmen had not seen her husband that morning until now. She had waked
late, and when she was dressed and went into the dining-room to look for
him, with an apprehension which was the reflection of the bad dreams of
the night, she found that he had had his breakfast earlier than usual and
had gone to the mill. She also learned that he had eaten very little, and
that he had sent a man into Vilray for something or other. Try as she
would to stifle her anxiety, it obtruded itself, and she could eat no
breakfast. She kept her eyes on the door and the window, watching for
Jean Jacques.
Yet she reproved herself for her stupid concern, for Jean Jacques would
have spoken last night, if he had discovered anything. He was not the man
to hold his tongue when he had a chance of talking.
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