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"For one thing, Anna," she remarked, "we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. It is quite a descent from the clouds, isn't it?" "I will accept that," Anna said, "as accounting for the surprise. Perhaps you will now explain the alarm." Miss Pellissier was beginning to recover herself.

Why? What is she to you?" "I was there by accident," Ennison answered. "Miss Pellissier is nothing to me except a young lady for whom I have the most profound and respectful admiration." Courtlaw laid his hand upon Ennison's shoulder. They were at the corner of Pall Mall now, and had come to a standstill. "Take my advice," he said hoarsely. "Call it warning, if you like.

"I can't imagine, Miss Pellissier," Brendon said, leaning towards her, "whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. Are you going to write a novel?" "Not I," she answered gaily. "I came to London unexpectedly, and my friends could not take me in.

"Of course I mean, who was she?" "I believe that her name was Pellissier," Ennison answered. "Pellissier," she repeated thoughtfully. "There were some Hampshire Pellissiers." "She is one of them," Ennison said. "Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up." "In Paris, I think," Ennison answered. "Only married a few months ago and lived out at Hampstead." "Heavens!" the lady exclaimed.

"You blithering idiot!" he exclaimed. Mr. Earles strode into the waiting-room. His face was wreathed in smiles, his be-ringed hand was cordially outstretched. "My dear Miss Pellissier," he said impressively, "this is an unexpected pleasure. Come in! Come in, do. I must apologize for my young puppy of a clerk. If I had known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second."

"It is true," he said, "that I was dining last night at a restaurant in the Boulevard des Italiennes, and it is true that my companion was a young lady whose name is Pellissier. What of it?" There was a shout of laughter. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. If such a thing in connexion with him had been possible they would have declared that he was in a towering rage.

There was a shout of laughter. Drummond patted him on the shoulder. "Never mind, old chap," he declared. "Let's hope your successor is worthy of you." "You fellows," Ennison said quietly, "are getting a little wild. I have known Miss Pellissier as long as any of you perhaps, and I have seen something of her since her arrival in London.

The thing which appeals to our sense of humour is the fact that you and la petite Pellissier were dining together." "Will you tell me," Sir John said ponderously, "by what right you call that young lady la petite Pellissier? I should be glad to know how you dare to allude to her in a public place in such a disrespectful manner!" Drummond looked at him and smiled.

Upon my word you are Miss Pellissier, aren't you?" "I certainly am," she admitted. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. "Of course!" he said. "You have changed somehow and you certainly are less friendly." She laughed. After all, his was a pleasant face, and a pleasant voice, and very likely Annabel had behaved badly. "Perhaps," she said, "it is the London climate.

A dull flush burned upon his cheeks. He took his seat at the table, but leaned forward to address her. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. "Don't know me, eh? I like that. You are or rather you were " he corrected himself with an unpleasant little laugh, "Miss Pellissier, eh?" A little sensation followed upon his words. Miss Ellicot pursed her lips and sat a little more upright.

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