Man Without a Heart

Man Without a Heart

Anne Hampson

He Had No Love To Give.

Jill had married Adamandios Doxaros only to ease his ailing mother's heart; theirs was a marriage only of convenience. Or so she thought, until, by imperceptible degrees, she fell in love with her husband.

But she hid what was in her heart, for she knew he could never love her. Jill was a wife in name only, an actress in a play with a limited run, and soon, too soon, the day would come for her final curtain to fall.

For once Mrs. Doxaros was gone, no barrier would remain between Adam and the woman his mother hated —the woman he had long ago chosen to be his bride.

'Not asking much?' Jill blinked incredulously. 'I don't know how you can be so casual about it. I warned you that you were acting too hastily, not having known Adam for more than a month or so. I also warned you about Greek men in general. I've lived here in Athens, remember, and I've learnt enough about the Greek male to cause me to give him the widest berth possible.'

'I wish you wouldn't keep on reminding me of your warnings,' snapped Susie pettishly. 'If you hadn't invited me over here, I'd never have met the wretched man!'

Jill drew a deep breath. She had been working in Athens for over a year, ever since she and her sister had decided to live separate lives. It had been Susie's suggestion originally, and although the two girls got on together very well indeed, sharing the house left to them jointly by their parents, they had both expressed the opinion that it would be nice to have their complete independence. However, Jill felt that Susie at eighteen was rather young to be on her own, and she had wanted to wait another year at least. But Susie was insistent, resisting Jill's attitude, declaring that just because she was three years older she need not think she could rule her life. Jill had been learning Greek as a hobby and decided to have a prolonged holiday in Greece in order to practise the language. The house which she and Susie had sold fetched more than either girl had anticipated, and so Jill found she could easily afford the holiday and still be able to buy a small house on her return.

She had seen her sister settled first, in a flat she was sharing with another girl of her own age, and then she had set off for Greece. Within a month she heard of a vacancy at the travel agent's in Omonia Square, and because she could speak French as well as Greek, she was successful in obtaining the post. So instead of investing her money in a house in England, she bought a little villa outside Athens, a white-and-blue villa with poinsettia hedges and bougainvillaeas climbing round the portals of the verandah. She had immediately invited Susie over, but Susie was already booked to go to Spain with her flatmate, Avril, so it was to be almost another year before she could come out to Greece.

Jill had been thrilled when Susie wrote to say she would come, but did not quite understand the addition: 'I can stay for six weeks or longer, as I have given up my job and am not looking for another for a while.' Jill had naturally been troubled but had decided not to write back for more information, knowing how strongly her sister resented any advice which Jill might at times offer. With her own holidays due, Jill planned to take her sister around for the first fortnight, visiting Delphi and Olympia among other places of interest. After that Susie would have to be left to her own devices for the remainder of her holiday-at least, during the daytime while Jill was at work. Susie had somehow got to know and become friendly with an English couple living down the road from Jill, and it was they who took her to the party where she met the Greek millionaire Adam Doxaros. Susie had been most reticent right from the beginning, never even suggesting that Jill and Adam should meet. Nor had Adam taken his fiancee to meet his family. In fact, when Jill mentioned this, tentatively, in order not to arouse Susie's possible resentment, Susie had said that she did not even know if Adam had any relatives. This was eventually to prove to have been a lie on Susie's part.

'But surely he's told you something about himself?'

'Nothing,' Susie had replied, ignoring her sister's sceptical look.

'Don't you ever talk about yourselves?'

'Sometimes. I know he owns a cruise line and has a villa on an
island somewhere.'

'I thought you said he lives in Athens?'

'He has a flat here
—
Oh, Jill, do you have to be so inquisitive
about my affairs
?'

'I'm worried, Susie. I know you dislike my taking on the role of elder sister, but you must admit I have reason for feeling perturbed about you. There's something definitely fishy about this whole business.'

Susie gave a deep sigh of asperity. 'He's a millionaire and he wants to marry me
, so please let the matter drop
?'

'Where is his home?' persisted Jill, determined not to be put off. 'I think the island's called Corina.'

'Corina....' Jill became thoughtful. 'I can't think where it is, but I've read about it and it's very beautiful. A number of Greek shipping millionaires have settled there recently. It has wonderful beaches and a few archaeological sites.'

'Yes, Adam did mention those things.' Susie's voice was still sharp-edged, and Jill said no more, but as the days passed her sister became so morose that she just had to question her again.

'Are you quite happy about the engagement, Susie?' A startled look, a long moment of silence, and then, defensively: 'Happy? Of course I'm happy! We're to be married in a week's time
—
'

'A week!' broke in Jill, her beautiful brown eyes wide with anxiety and bewilderment. 'Susie, you can't! What on earth's wrong with you? You don't know the man. Besides, you've not brought him here yet. I want to see him-and I want to question him about his family.'

'It has nothing at all to do with you, so you can just keep out of it!'

But Jill was no longer intending to be put off, and she continued to question Susie. There was no result, though, and eventually she had no alternative but to give up, telling herself that she had done all she could, under the circumstances. Susie was almost twenty now, and her own mistress. It was only a clay later that Susie, right out of the blue, asked Jill to see Adam and tell him the wedding was off, that Susie was not now willing to go through with it. Relief flowed over Jill like a deluge, but alongside this was total bewilderment, because Susie would offer no explanation concerning her change of heart.

'I've never known you quite so close as this over anything,' complained Jill. 'It was puzzling enough when you became engaged to him; it's even more puzzling now that you've changed your mind.'

Susie frowned, then sighed-like a martyr, thought Jill with evergrowing impatience.

'If only you'd mind your own business,' snapped Susie. 'I'm not a child who needs minding all the time
—
'

Jill's colour rose. She had had just about enough of her sister's awkwardness and bad temper. 'All right, I will mind my own business! If you're intending to jilt this man, then do your own dirty work! There isn't any reason, anyway, why you should
have asked me to see him. It's your place, and no one else's, to go and see him
—
'

'I can't! He's a hateful man! He's arrogant and domineering and... and... bossy! He'd strangle me!' For fully thirty seconds Jill could only stare. Susie's eyes had filled up, and her hands were clenching and unclenching convulsively. Jill's astounded eyes moved to her sister's face, pale and lovely but drawn and strained. Her big blue eyes stared into space, her mouth trembled, as if she wanted to murmur something but found it impossible to articulate
words. 'He's a hateful man...
?' Jill spoke at last, her whole manner one of bewilderment. 'Susie, nothing of this business makes sense to me.'

Susie looked at her, then burst into tears. 'I expect,' she managed after a while, 'th-that I'll have to ... to tell y-you everything.'

'It would be an idea,' returned Jill, trying to keep the dry irony out of her voice.

Susie began to speak, and Jill learned that, while still in England, Susie had met and fallen in love with a young man, Kenneth Rivington, who owned a small grocer's shop not far from where she lived.

'We got engaged,' continued Susie, accepting the handkerchief offered by her sister, 'and I thought it would be easy to persuade him to give up the shop and take a proper job.' Susie paused to apply the handkerchief to her eyes. 'You never mentioned this engagement,' said Jill a trifle accusingly.

Susie shrugged her shoulders. 'It wasn't any-one's business but my own-and Ken's of course.'

'I suppose I can accept that.' Jill's voice had a curt edge despite the pity she felt for her sister. Susie was very young, really, very immature. 'This shop-why did you want him to give it up?'

'Because I couldn't see myself working behind a counter for the rest of my days!'

'I shouldn't think he'd expect you to. Is he managing on his own now?'

'He has one assistant. He says he'll have his own supermarket
one day, and then he'll just do the supervising.'

'That sounds reasonable, and possible.'

'We quarrelled over it,' said Susie, ignoring Jill's comment. 'It
was dreadful; he accused me of insincerity, said I didn't love him . . .' She spread her hands and the tears began to fall again. 'I do love him, Jill! And I want to marry him even if it does mean ... mean w-working in that horrid shop all my life!' You gave up your own job. Why?
'

'I wanted to get away from him-from the flat and Avril and everyone! I thought I'd come here to you for a time and try to forget Ken, but I couldn't!'

Jill fell thoughtfully silent for a while, her mind quickly sorting out the whole situation-at least, as far as Susie was concerned. The attitude of the Greek was one that still baffled Jill exceedingly.

'You became engaged to Adam on the rebound-or even for spite.' A statement to which Susie nodded her head in agreement.

'It was mainly for spite. I had the idea of writing to Ken and
telling him I was marrying a millionaire.'

'And you find you can't.'

'No, I can never marry anyone but Ken.'

Jill was very tempted to censure her sister but thought better of it. She was far too unhappy already, and scared, too, of the Greek.

'What makes you so afraid of this man Adam?' she asked curiously.

'He ... he threatened me-well, not exactly threatened, but advised, in that quiet voice with its foreign accent ... Oh, Jill, he has a way of speaking that frightens you. He's like a devil, a pagan-the Greeks were all pagans once, you know.'

'And so was every other nation,' was Jill's dry response. 'I can't see why you're so scared of the man, just because he has a certain way of speaking. What about this advice he gave you?'

'He said-because I think he knew that I wanted to change my mind almost from the first-that I'd better keep to my promise, because if I didn't, I'd live to regret it.'

'Not very lover
-
like, I must say!' Jill knew of course that Greek men rarely fell in love. They married for the physical enjoyment and convenience of having a wife. They assumed the role of master, often tyrannical in their dealings with the women of the family. Wives were totally subjected to the wills of their husbands.

'I knew he wasn't marrying me for love.'

'You knew?' Jill frowned. 'Then why in heaven's name did you
become engaged to him?'

Susie hesitated a moment and then resignedly confessed, 'He made a bargain with me. He has an aged mother who's fretting because none of her three sons is married. Also, Adam's always been something of a rake
—
'

'He told you this!' exclaimed Jill disbelievingly. Susie shook her head. Her golden hair caught the sunlight streaming through the large window of the sitting room, and Jill, looking at her with a critical eye, thought she had never seen a girl as beautiful as her sister. But Susie's beauty, although Jill didn't see it, had a pale, ethereal quality that gave the impression of weakness, of lack of character. Jill, on the other hand, was possessed of stronger features, classical features which had been likened by a Greek friend of hers to those of the goddess Athena herself. Her forehead was high, unlined above delicately arched brows. Her eyes were large and deeply brown, with a frankness and sincerity which made people trust her immediately.

Her mouth was wide and generous, her chin pointed and strong. Her hair was a glory of russet brown, gleaming and curly, with a delightful little fringe which flicked to one side of her forehead in several half-curls that were often unruly, making her look younger than her twenty-three years.

'No, he didn't tell me,' Susie was saying, as she applied the handkerchief to her eyes again. 'I've reached that conclusion myself from things he said now and then. He has what they call pillow friends here; they're really
—
'

'Yes, Gr
eek men usually do have pillow—
friends,' broke in Jill casually. 'But they usually give them up when they marry
—
at least, for a while. They might then go back to them, I don't really know. All I do know is that they're an amorous lot and seem to think of little else but sex.'

'I got the same impression, although Adam has never tried to make love to me.' Susie paused a moment. 'I was telling you about our bargain. He wants to set his mother's mind at rest
—
I got the impression he worships her, despite the sort of a man he is otherwise.'

'The Greeks revere their parents. You never find an aged person entering an institution, not here in Greece.'

'Well, Adam decided to make his mother happy and so he looked round for a wife. I met him and he seemed very interested in me. I was flattered, but later he was very honest and told me why he wanted to marry me. He'd give me everything in the way of luxury, and a very big settlement when, after his mother's death, we had a divorce.' Jill shook her head, even now unable to take in the whole incredible situation.