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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.
You said that it would bring trouble. It has." "Yes." "Annabel's real reason for wishing to leave Paris, the real reason she married Sir John Ferringhall, was because of a very foolish thing which she did. It was in connection with this man Hill.
I wonder what it was." Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. She continued to fan herself. "You are late," she murmured. "My chief," he said, "took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party. He brought home a few waverers to talk to them where they had no chance of getting away." She nodded.
"I have always," she admitted calmly, "taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel's future. I should like to know how it is concerned with Sir John Ferringhall, and how my presence intervenes." "Sir John," Miss Pellissier said impressively, "has asked your sister to be his wife. It is a most wonderful piece of good fortune, as I suppose you will be prepared to admit.
He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. "By-the-bye, Lady Ferringhall," he said, "do you know that I am a very great admirer of your sister's? I wonder if she has ever spoken to you of me." The change in Lady Ferringhall's manner was subtle but unmistakable. She answered him almost coldly. "I see nothing of my sister," she said.
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.
"You may be sure of the one," she murmured. "The other too if it is within my power." "It is within yours if anybody's," he answered. "It is about your sister, Lady Ferringhall." Annabel gave a little gasp. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. The change in her face was not a pleasant one. "About my sister," she repeated slowly.
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.
He is Sir John Ferringhall very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me. He tries hard to conceal it, but he cannot." "Then why," Anna asked quietly, "do you run away? It is not like you." Annabel laughed softly. "How unkind!" she exclaimed.
"Forgive my coming in," she said to Ennison. "I heard your voices, and the hall is draughty. What is the matter with you?" Dunster had withdrawn discreetly. Ennison's manner was certainly not one of a willing host. "I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall," he said quietly. "For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment. Dunster shall fetch you a cab.
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