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'Drive on up to the house, Jarvis, she said, and Mrs Drassilis was whirled away round the curve of the drive before she knew what had happened to her. 'Well? 'My name is Burns, I said. 'Now I understand, she said. 'I know who you are now. She paused, and I was expecting her to fawn upon me for my gallant service in her cause, when she resumed in quite a different strain.

She wore unrelieved black, a colour which set off to wonderful advantage the clear white of her skin and her pale-gold hair. 'You're late, Peter, she said, looking at the clock. 'I know. I'm sorry. 'Better be pushing, what? suggested Tanky. 'My cab's waiting. 'Will you ring the bell, Mr Gifford? said Mrs Drassilis. 'I will tell Parker to whistle for another.

The houses looked dead and untenanted. A cart rumbled past, and across the grey street a dingy black cat, moving furtively along the pavement, gave an additional touch of forlornness to the scene. I shivered. I was tired and hungry, and the reaction after the emotions of the night had left me dispirited. I was engaged to be married. An hour back I had proposed to Cynthia Drassilis.

But through the trees I caught a glimpse of Audrey, walking on the lawn; and the assault was never made. 'I will write to Cynthia tonight, I said, 'wishing her happiness. 'Oh, Peter! said Mrs Drassilis. 'Don't mention it, said I. Doubts appeared to mar her perfect contentment. 'You are sure you can convince her? 'Convince her? 'And er Lord Mountry.

At last, as one is apt to do, I drifted back to London, and settled down again to a life which, superficially, was much the same as the one I had led in the days before I knew Audrey. My old circle in London had been wide, and I found it easy to pick up dropped threads. I made new friends, among them Cynthia Drassilis. I liked Cynthia, and I was sorry for her.

'Ought to look where you're going, said Ogden severely. 'Not at all, said the girl. 'Won't you introduce me, Nesta? 'Lord Mountry Miss Drassilis, said Mrs Ford. 'I'm afraid we're driving Lord Mountry away, said the girl. Her eyes seemed to his lordship larger, greyer, cooler, more amused, and more contemptuous than ever. He floundered in them like an unskilful swimmer in deep waters.

I was getting tired of being taken for Smooth Sam. 'I am not Smooth Sam Fisher. I turned to the automobile. 'Will you identify me, Mrs Drassilis? She was regarding me with wide-open eyes. 'What on earth are you doing down here? I have been trying everywhere to find you, but nobody Mrs Ford interrupted her.