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"There was no marriage," she answered. "I was very foolish to have been deceived even for a moment. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man." "Did any one see you leave the flat?" he asked. "I do not know. But David Courtlaw has been here. To-night they say he will be conscious. He will say who it was. So there is no escape. And listen, John." "Well?"
"May you have as much good fortune as you deserve, but not enough to make you forget us." Courtlaw rose too. "You are of the genus obstinate," he said. "I do not know whether to wish you success or not. I will wish you success or failure, whichever is the better for you."
David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with outstretched hands. "You cannot say that you did not expect me," he answered. "I got Sydney's telegram at ten o'clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord." "It is very nice of you," Anna said softly. "Rubbish!" he answered. "I could not have stayed in Paris and waited for news. Tell me exactly what has happened.
I don't think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we're obliged to be friends." Anna shook hands with Brendon a young man also, but older and more self-possessed than Sydney Courtlaw. "Sydney is quite right, Miss Pellissier," he said. "He and I don't seem to get on at all with our fellow-guests, as Mrs. White calls them.
I had a vague sort of idea that this was the region where one finds apartments, so I told my cabman to drive in this direction while I sat inside his vehicle and endeavoured to form a plan of campaign. He brought me past this house, and I thought I would call and leave your brother's letter. Then I saw Mrs. White " "No more," Sydney Courtlaw begged, laughingly. "You were booked of course.
He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. "You see, it comes after all," she continued, "from certain original convictions which have become my religion.
"I have signed a statement that I shot myself; bad trade and drink, both true both true." His eyes were closed. Anna left the room on tiptoe. She and Courtlaw drove homewards together. Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters.
He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna's windows. "What do you think of that farce?" he exclaimed bitterly. "You are one of those who must know all about it. Was there ever such madness?" "I am afraid that I don't understand," Ennison answered. "You seem to have come from Miss Pellissier's rooms. I had no idea even that she was a friend of yours." Courtlaw laughed hardly.
"Certain," Courtlaw answered. "Has he accused any one yet?" "Not yet," he answered. "I have scarcely left his side." He was still conscious when they reached the hospital and his state was much more favourable. The doctor and another man were by his bedside when they entered the room, and there were writing materials which had evidently been used close at hand.
How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of life you, who have never loved?" "You have become French to the core," she murmured. "You would believe that life is kindled by the passions alone." There was silence between them. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw. It was from Brendon.
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