Hallyard had an idea that he was already married,
but that the fact had slipped his memory. I myself felt sure that
if he did marry he would forget all about it the next day.
But everybody was wrong. By some miraculous means the ceremony got
itself accomplished, so that if Hallyard's idea be correct (as to
which there is every possibility), there will be trouble. As for
my own fears, I dismissed them the moment I saw the lady. She was
a charming, cheerful little woman, but did not look the type that
would let him forget all about it.
I had not seen him since his marriage, which had happened in the
spring. Working my way back from Scotland by easy stages, I
stopped for a few days at Scarboro'. After table d'hote I put on
my mackintosh, and went out for a walk. It was raining hard, but
after a month in Scotland one does not notice English weather, and
I wanted some air. Struggling along the dark beach with my head
against the wind, I stumbled over a crouching figure, seeking to
shelter itself a little from the storm under the lee of the Spa
wall.
I expected it to swear at me, but it seemed too broken-spirited to
mind anything.
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