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"I can sing the songs 'Alcide' sang, and in the same style. But I will not be engaged as 'Alcide' or advertised under that name." Mr. Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully. Then a light seemed to break in upon him. He slapped his knee. "By Jove!" he exclaimed. "Of course, I remember now. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn't it?" Anna nodded.
He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. "I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall," he said, "and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. If I might take the liberty, Sir John," he added, with a humorous gleam in his eyes, "I should like to congratulate you upon your tie." "Oh, damn the thing!" Sir John exclaimed, tucking the loose ends inside his coat.
She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. "I am sure, Anna," she said, "I do not see why we should conceal the truth from you. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at any moment. He is coming here to tea." "Well?" Anna remarked calmly. "Sir John," her aunt repeated, with thin emphasis, "is coming to see your sister."
An uncomfortable silence followed. Sir John once more looked around him. "I repeat, gentlemen," he said, in an ominously low tone, "what of it?" Drummond shrugged his shoulders. "You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall," he remarked. "I fail to see the joke," Sir John said. "Kindly explain it to me." "Certainly!
Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes.... I have written, called of what avail is anything against that look.... What the devil is the matter, Dunster?" "I beg your pardon, sir," the man answered, "there is a lady here to see you." Ennison turned round sharply. "A lady, Dunster. Who is it?" The man came a little further into the room. "Lady Ferringhall, sir."
"I will make all things possible." Anna was bewildered. She did not know herself. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. She gave her lips to his without resistance. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. With a little sigh of happiness she accepted this new thing. "I think," Lady Ferringhall said, "that you are talking very foolishly.
Here she seems to have developed into a brilliant woman with more character and steadfastness than I should ever have given her credit for. Her features are the same, yet the change has written its mark into her face. Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to call myself her friend." "And in Paris "
"You remind me of the story which they tell against us over here, you know of the Englishman who refused to be saved from drowning because he was unacquainted with his rescuer. Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Ferringhall Sir John Ferringhall." There was genuine interest in her eyes now. Sir John saw it, and was flattered. "You are Sir John Ferringhall," she repeated.
"I heard the other day that she'd been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. Anyhow, she's disappeared for some reason or other. Perhaps Ferringhall has pensioned her off. He's the sort of johnny who wouldn't care about having a sister-in-law on the loose."
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.
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