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Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us." "Of course," his friend answered. "La belle 'Alcide, wasn't it? Annabel Pellissier was her real name. Jolly nice girl, too." Ennison nodded. "I thought I saw her in town to-day," he said. "Do you happen to know whether she is supposed to be here?" "Very likely indeed," Captain Fred Meddoes answered, lighting a cigarette.
May we not repeat them once, at any rate, in London? "Ever yours, "NIGEL ENNISON. "P.S. My address is 94, Pall Mall." Anna read, and her cheeks grew slowly scarlet. She crushed the letter in her hand. "I wonder," she murmured to herself, "if this is the beginning."
"In any case you will never receive any different sort of answer from me. Stay where you are, Mr. Ennison." With a swift movement she gained the bell and rang it. The man's hand flashed out, but immediately afterwards an oath and a cry of pain broke from his lips. The pistol fell to the floor. Ennison kicked it away with his foot.
"Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes," Ennison answered, "and then leave me alone, there's a good fellow. I'm a little tired." The man obeyed his orders noiselessly and then left the room. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette.
Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?" she asked. "Don't befool me any more," he answered, almost roughly. "If any one should know you should! He was your friend. We were only les autres." "That is quite untrue," she declared cheerfully. "I certainly knew him no better than you." "Then he and Paris lied," Ennison answered. "That," she answered, "is far easier to believe.
"I heard that she had chucked her show at the French places and gone in for a reform all round. Sister's got married to that bounder Ferringhall." Ennison took an easy chair. "What a little brick!" he murmured. "She must have character. It's no half reform either. What do you know about her, Fred? I am interested."
"This is indeed a gala night," said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. "Was it really only this afternoon that I met you in St. James' Park?" Anna nodded, and made a careful selection from a dish of quails. "It was just an hour before teatime," she remarked. "I have had nothing since, and it seems a very long time."
"In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. I have heard of you from my husband. You are somebody's secretary, are you not?" It was plain that the subject was distasteful to her, but Ennison, although famous in a small way for his social tact, did not at once discard it. "You have not seen your sister lately," he remarked.
No, don't let me call myself that. I am grateful, indeed I am. But on this matter my mind is quite made up." Ennison hesitated for a moment. "Miss Pellissier," he said, "these gentlemen are your friends, and therefore they are my friends. If I am to have no other opportunity I will speak before them. I came here to beg you not to sign that contract.
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. "I am delighted to see you, Mr. Ennison," she said, letting her fingers rest in his. "Do come and cheer me up. I am bored to distraction." He took a seat by her side. He was looking pale and ill.
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