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But I'll get you safely back to Montricheux this evening somehow. I promise you, Ann. So don't worry."
Somewhere up above Montricheux." "Montricheux?" The word left Eliot's lips involuntarily. "Yes. You know it, don't you?" "I've been there" briefly. "I had the adventure of my life there," volunteered Tony. "I've never forgotten it, by Jove! Up at a place called the Dents de Loup." Had he been looking he would have seen a sudden smouldering fire wake in the keen grey eyes of the man beside him.
The news contained in Robin's letter promised, at any rate, to end all likelihood of any further meeting. Even if, later on, the unknown Englishman should return to Montricheux, it would only be to find her gone. She derived a certain feeling of relief from this thought. There was something disquieting about the man. He made you like and dislike him almost in the same breath.
"How could I get into mischief my particular kind of mischief in Montricheux, with the stakes at the tables limited to five measly francs? If we were at Monte, now " If Ann noticed his hesitation she made no comment on it. She finished pouring out her tea. "I'm very glad we're not," she said with decision. "You'd be too big a handful for me to manage there."
At one a merry knot of English girl-tourists were enjoying an al fresco tea, at another staid Swiss habitues solemnly imbibed the sweet pink or yellow sirop which they infinitely preferred to tea, while a vivid note of colour was added to the scene by the picturesque uniforms of a couple of officers of an Algerian regiment who were consuming unlimited cigarettes and Turkish coffee, and commenting cynically in fluent French on the paucity of pretty women to be observed in the streets of Montricheux that afternoon.
When I met you I knew, almost at once, that you were a woman whom if I allowed myself to I might grow to love. I think it was your sincerity, your transparent honesty that won me. You were all I'd dreamed of in a woman all that I hadn't found in that other woman. But I was afraid. So I left Montricheux went away at once. I didn't want to care for you. I'd been too badly hit before.
The sunshine romped down the Grand' Rue at Montricheux, flickering against the panes of the shop-windows and calling forth a hundred provocative points of light from the silver and jewels, the shining silks and embroidery, with which the shrewd Swiss shopkeeper seeks to open the purse of the foreigner.
The entire six months had been passed at Mon Reve, Lady Susan's villa at Montricheux, and with a jerk Ann emerged from her train of retrospective thought to the realisation that her lines had really fallen in very pleasant places, after all. It seemed as though there were some truth in Lady Susan's assertion that things had a way of working out all right in the end.
But he refused to help her out. His eyes were bent on her face, and it seemed almost as though there were a certain eagerness behind their intent gaze. "Yes," he repeated. "And now lately?" "You've been unfriendly," she answered simply. The eagerness died out of his eyes, replaced by the old brooding unhappiness which Ann had read in them the day she had first seen him at the Montricheux Kursaal.
On the whole, Ann felt she would be glad to be in England, freed from the rather disturbing uncertainty as to whether they might or might not meet again. People so often came back to Montricheux.
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