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It was Ennison who for the rest of his visit was quiet and subdued. "You are absurd," she declared. "It was unpleasant while it lasted, but it is over and my toasted scones are delicious. Do have another." "It is over for now," he answered, "but I cannot bear to think that you are subject to this sort of thing." She shrugged her shoulders slightly.
It should be the happiest day of your life, and I would not detract from its happiness by letting you remember for a moment that there are others to whom your inevitable decision must bring some pain. "For I know that you love Ennison. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. It was not your fault you failed.
Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club." "Sounds interesting," Ennison remarked. "May I hear?" "It really isn't much to tell," Drummond answered. "You know what a fearful old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole world were watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he wouldn't have any of it.
I put your clothes out an hour ago." Nigel Ennison looked up with a little start. "All right, Dunster," he said. "I may go to Hatton House later, but you needn't wait. I can get into my clothes." The man hesitated. "Can I bring you anything, sir a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You'll excuse me, sir, but you haven't touched your coffee."
It was he who saw them first coming down the room Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. He bent over to Anna at once. "It is your sister and her husband," he said. "They are coming past our table." Annabel saw Ennison first, and noticing his single companion calmly ignored him.
Then enter Mr. Hill again alive. He meets Anna, and claims her as his wife. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin." "I cannot let you go on," Ennison interrupted. "I believe that I can give you great news. Tell me where the fellow Hill took you for this marriage ceremony." "It was behind the Place de Vendome, on the other side from the Ritz." "I knew it," Ennison exclaimed.
Further, I do not care for you to accept social obligations from Mr. Ennison, or any other young man." "You are jealous," she declared contemptuously. "If I am," he answered, reddening, "you can scarcely assert that it is without a cause. You will forgive my remarking, Anna, that I consider there is a great change in your manner towards me and your general deportment since our marriage."
You are too credulous." Ennison had things to say, but he looked at her and held his tongue. They turned the last corner, and almost immediately a man who had been standing there turned and struck Ennison a violent blow on the cheek. Ennison reeled, and almost fell. Recovering himself quickly his instinct of self-defence was quicker than his recollection of Anna's presence.
"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."
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.
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