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He had spoken impressively, and most likely Anna, had she reappeared, would have met with a fair reception. She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. The whole incident was so unexpected that neither Courtlaw nor Brendon were awaiting.
"You may talk if you can talk cheerfully, not unless." "And you?" asked David Courtlaw. "Well, if I find your conversation interesting I shall listen. If not, I have plenty to think about," she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. "For instance?" She smiled.
"I am tired," she said, "and I want to rest. But if you do not leave this room I must." He took up his hat. "Very well," he said. "You are unjust and quixotic, Anna, you have no right to treat any one as you are treating me. And yet I love you. When you send for me I shall come back. I do not believe that you will marry David Courtlaw. I do not think that you will dare to marry anybody else."
This is my friend, Mr. David Courtlaw Sir John Ferringhall." Sir John acknowledged the introduction without cordiality. He entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him. He noticed the two chairs close together. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers.
He personated over there a millionaire named Meysey Hill, and it seems that he induced Annabel to go through some sort of marriage with him at the Embassy." "Where?" Courtlaw asked quickly. "In Paris." Courtlaw seemed about to say something. He changed his mind however, and simply motioned to her to proceed.
"I knew Miss Pellissier in Paris at the 'Ambassador's, and I know her now, but I am convinced that there is some mystery in connexion with her change of life. She is curiously altered in many ways. Is there any truth, do you suppose, in this rumoured marriage?" "I know nothing," Courtlaw answered hurriedly. "Ask me nothing. I will not talk to you about Miss Pellissier or her affairs."
They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face. "Why did you lie to that man?" he asked fiercely. "How dared you do yourself this injustice?" "I did it for her sake," she answered. "It may be her salvation. I believe that he will marry her." "You would let him knowing all that you know?" "Why not?
Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. Yet I shall think of you to-day. I pray, Anna, that you may find your happiness. "Your friend, "DAVID COURTLAW." "P.S. I do not congratulate you on your success. I was certain of it.
The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. "Stay where you are for a moment," she directed. "I want to find an address." The man contented himself with a nod. Anna rummaged about in her dressing-case, and finally drew out a letter. On the envelope was written Sydney Courtlaw, Esq., 13, Montague St. She put her head out of the window. "Number 13, please, cabman."
The nurse sent for him as soon as she saw that you were conscious. It is very possible that he will ask you to tell him before witnesses how you received your wound." The man smiled at him. "You are their friend, then?" "I am," Courtlaw answered. "Which one?" "The one whose life you have been making a burden, who has been all the time shielding her sister.
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