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The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. I was always used to it, and I think it gives quite a tone to an establishment. Please sit down, Miss dear me, I haven't asked you your name yet." "My name is Pellissier," Anna said, "Anna Pellissier." "I am Mrs. White," the lady in black satin remarked.
"Miss Pellissier," he said, "I came here this afternoon hoping particularly to see you for a few moments before you signed that contract." She shook her head. "We may just as well have our talk afterwards," she said, "and I need not keep poor Mr. Earles waiting." Courtlaw suddenly interposed. "May I be allowed to say," he declared, "that I came here with the same intention."
White?" she asked, laughing. "How gratified she must have been! If only I had known I would have made an effort to get home in time for dinner." "Not exactly," he answered nervously. "Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and Brendon and I we were afraid that you might be unwell." "Never better in my life," Anna declared briskly.
The man nodded. "I remember you now," he said. "So it seems that I was wrong. Annabel was in hiding all the time." "Annabel Pellissier is married," Courtlaw said quietly. "She's my wife," the man muttered. "It is possible," Courtlaw said, "that you too were deceived. Where were you married?" "At the English Embassy in Paris. You will find the certificate in my pocket."
Courtlaw is looking after you, Miss Pellissier," she said. "Admirably, thank you," Anna answered. The young lady with frizzled hair, whom Brendon had pointed out to her as Miss Ellicot, leaned forward from her hostess's side. She had very frizzy hair indeed, very black eyebrows, a profusion of metallic adornments about her neck and waist, and an engaging smile.
Not to speak of his epistolary relations with Bude, with the Cardinal d'Armagnac and with Pellissier, the ambassador of Francis I. and Bishop of Maguelonne, or of his dedication to Tiraqueau of his Lyons edition of the Epistolae Medicinales of Giovanni Manardi of Ferrara, of the one addressed to the President Amaury Bouchard of the two legal texts which he believed antique, there is still the evidence of his other and more important dedications.
The young lady with whom I was dining last night was Miss Anna Pellissier. Miss Annabel is her sister. I know nothing of that young lady." There was a moment's silence. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it. "The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna," he remarked. "It was not necessary," Sir John answered stiffly. "I was already aware of the fact.
I hope in a few days, Miss Pellissier, that these posters will be livening up our London hoardings." Anna leaned back in the chair and laughed softly. Even this man had accepted her for "Alcide" without a moment's question. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her. She was suddenly grave. "I suppose, Mr.
Anna looked up with a doubtful smile of non-recognition. "My name is certainly Pellissier," she said, "but I am very sorry I do not recognize you in the least." The tall young man dropped his eye-glass and smiled. "Had the pleasure of dining with you at the 'Ambassador's' one night, before the show, you know last September I think it was. Charley Pevenill was our host.
"I may be leaving where I am in a few days, so very likely you will be no better off." He looked at her intently. "Miss Pellissier," he said, "I don't understand this change in you. Every word you utter puzzles me. I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble. Won't you let me can't I be of any assistance?" He was obviously in earnest. His tone was kind and sympathetic.
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