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Jove, he didn't take to it kindly, I can tell you. Stood on his dignity and shut us up in great style. It seems that he was a sort of family friend of the Pellissiers, and it was the artist sister whom he was with. The joke of it is that he's married to her now, and cuts me dead." "I suppose," Ennison said, "the likeness between the sisters must be rather exceptional?"
It was easy for him to see that she desired to be agreeable to him. They talked lightly but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his face. "Mr. Ennison," he said, "it is for you to cut in at Lady Angela's table. Anna, do you not see that the Countess is sitting alone?" She rose, and flashed a quick smile upon Ennison behind her husband's back.
From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. Then she sang. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. Her whole face stiffened with suppressed anger.
"You are not yourself to-night, Courtlaw," Ennison said. "Come to my rooms and have a drink." Courtlaw refused brusquely, almost rudely. "I am off to-night," he said. "I am going to America. I have work there. I ought to have gone long ago. Will you answer me a question first?" "If I can," Ennison said. "What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier's flat to-night? You were looking at her windows.
"I have the right to be here. I hid because there was no other way of seeing you. I did not reckon upon him." He pointed to Ennison, who in his turn looked across at Anna. "You wish me to stay?" he asked, in a low tone. "I would not have you go for anything," she answered. "Nevertheless," Hill said doggedly, "I am here to speak to you alone."
"Well, you certainly did very well at tea," she remarked. "If you really are going to wait, make yourself as comfortable as you can. There are cigarettes and magazines in the corner there." Anna disappeared, but Ennison did not trouble either the cigarettes or the magazines. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire.
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