“Yes. I think you would. John, you would make a bad enemy.”
“But a loyal friend. Even my enemies in the City—and they are many—will tell you that I am a man of my word. I promise that I will always be good to you, Mildred. You shall never regret the promise that you have just made.”
“I wonder if you are right? Would you mind leaving me now?” she said gently.
He hesitated and would have taken her in his arms had he received the slightest encouragement, but she merely gave him her hand, which he again raised to his lips.
Late that night John Gaunt thought over the great event of the day. His self-confidence was supreme, and he had not the slightest doubt that in time he would win the love of the woman who had promised to be his wife. His passion for her had only increased by reason of its relentless suppression, and he already looked forward to the day when she would give him love for love, and kiss for kiss.
And a month later John Gaunt and Lady Mildred became man and wife.
CHAPTER II
A year passed and John Gaunt left his house in Park Lane to go to his office in the City. It was a joy to him—this daily battle of wits, and although he was as rich as mortal man could desire, there had been no thought of giving up his work.
During the drive his thoughts were with his wife, for there was naturally a little anxiety at such a time, but he remembered that Lady Mildred was physically a strong woman, and there was but little chance of any complication arising.
His secretary, Michael Foster, rose to receive him and placed on the table a pile of letters.