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"It's Ennison, isn't it?" he exclaimed. "What the devil are you doing star-gazing here?" Ennison looked at him in surprise. "I might return the compliment, Courtlaw," he answered, "by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man." Courtlaw was pale and dishevelled. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features.
"And who made the arrangements for you, and sent you there?" Courtlaw asked. "Hainault, Celeste's friend. He did everything." "I thought so," Courtlaw said. "You too were deceived. The place to which you went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance was a fraud. I heard rumours of it in Paris, and the place since then has been closed."
The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. He said nothing. "My friend," she said, "no! Let me tell you this. Nothing would induce me to marry you, or any man at present. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered how to earn money.
You care for me a little, I know. I will teach you how to make that little sufficient." "You came to tell me this?" "I came for you," he declared fiercely. The hansom sped through the crowded streets. Anna suddenly leaned forward and looked around her. "We are not going the right way," she exclaimed. "You are coming my way," Courtlaw answered. "Anna," he pleaded, "be merciful.
"I am afraid that you are in a dangerous state," Courtlaw answered gravely. "The nurse will fetch the doctor directly. I wanted to speak to you first." "Who are you?" "I am a friend of Miss Pellissier's," Courtlaw answered. "Which one?" "The Miss Pellissier in whose rooms you were, and who sings at the 'Unusual," Courtlaw answered. "The Miss Pellissier who was at White's with us."
"How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!" she remarked gaily. "Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?" He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. He saw now that it was merely a boy. "This is Mr. Sydney Courtlaw Mr. Ennison," she said. "You are coming in, aren't you, Sydney?" "If I may," he answered. "Your coffee's too good to refuse."
"But Hainault assured me that the marriage was binding." "So it would have been at the English Embassy," Courtlaw answered, "but the place to which you went was not the English Embassy. It was rigged up for the occasion as it has been many a time before." "But Hainault was a pal. I I don't understand," the man faltered wearily.
"Won't you tell me why you have come to England?" she said. "It was such a surprise to see you. I thought that you loved Paris and your work so much." A momentary bitterness crept into Anna's tone. "I have made no progress with my work," she said slowly, "and the money was gone. I had to ask Mr. Courtlaw for his true verdict, and he gave it me. I have given up painting." "Anna!"
I must apologize for disturbing you at such an unseemly hour, but I should be very much obliged if Miss Pellissier would allow me a few minutes' conversation. My name is Ferringhall Sir John Ferringhall." Courtlaw took up his hat and coat at once, but Anna motioned him to remain. "Please stay," she said briefly. "Will you come in, Sir John. I believe that I have heard my sister speak of you.
As a rule, Courtlaw told her softly, he talked right and left, and to everybody throughout the whole of the meal to-night he was almost silent, and seemed to devote his whole attention to staring at Anna. After the first courses however she scarcely noticed him. Her two new friends did their best to entertain her.
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