“There may be a great deal that you are not aware of,” said Slotman; and Slotman was quivering with rage at the indignities he had been subjected to.
“You will forgive me,” said Johnny, “but I do not propose to discuss my future wife with a stranger—with anyone at all, in fact, and certainly not with a stranger.”
“And you will forgive me,” said Slotman, “but when you have heard what I have to say, I very much doubt if you will regard Miss Joan Meredyth in the light of your future wife.”
Johnny moved towards the door and opened it.
“I think it will be better if you go,” he said quietly.
“If you do, you will be sorry when it is too late. I come here as a friend—”
“You will go!”
“In June, nineteen hundred and eighteen, when Joan Meredyth was a girl at school—”
“I have told you that I will not listen.”
“She gave it out that she was leaving England for Australia. She never went in reality, she—