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"My father's sisters used once to live in the old manor house. I believe you have had it pulled down, have you not?" "The Misses Pellissier!" he exclaimed. "Then your name " "My name is Pellissier. My father was Colonel Pellissier. He had an appointment in Jersey, you know, after he left the army." Sir John did not hesitate any longer. He sat down.
Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. "One moment, if you please!" She stopped short and looked round. Sir John stood upon the threshold. Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. His face darkened. "My arrival appears to be opportune," he said stiffly. "I was hoping to be able to secure a few minutes' conversation with you, Miss Pellissier.
I don't think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we're obliged to be friends." Anna shook hands with Brendon a young man also, but older and more self-possessed than Sydney Courtlaw. "Sydney is quite right, Miss Pellissier," he said. "He and I don't seem to get on at all with our fellow-guests, as Mrs. White calls them.
Besides, she had admitted her identity. And yet he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes' whispered love-making!
"I forgive you willingly," Anna said, bending over him. "It has all been a mistake, hasn't it?" "No more talking," the doctor interposed. "I want two words with Miss Pellissier alone," Hill pleaded. The doctor frowned. "Remember," he said, "you are not by any means a dying man now, but you'll never pull through if you don't husband your strength." "Two words only," Hill repeated.
"I'm damned if I'll believe it," he muttered to himself savagely. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. The same night he met Meddoes and Drummond together, the latter over from Paris on a week's leave from the Embassy. "Odd thing," Meddoes remarked, "we were just talking about the Pellissier girl.
"You are really going on the stage, then?" he said slowly. "In a sense yes." Brendon went very pale. "Miss Pellissier," he said, "don't!" "Why not?" she asked, smiling. "I must live, you know." "I haven't told any one the amount," he went on. "It sounds too ridiculous. But I have two hundred thousand pounds. Will you marry me?" Anna looked at him in blank amazement.
Now, will you do me the honour of lunching with me, Miss Pellissier?" Anna hesitated. "Perhaps," he queried, "you wish to avoid being seen about with any one er connected with the profession, under present circumstances. If so, do not hesitate to tell me. Be frank, I beg you, Miss Pellissier. I am already too much flattered that you should have given me your confidence." "You are very good, Mr.
"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.
It will be a little lonely sometimes," she said, looking around at them, "and I shall miss you all, but it is the fairest for myself and I think for you. Do not avoid me if we meet by accident, but I trust to you all not to let the accident happen if you can help it." Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. "Good-bye, Miss Pellissier, and success to you," he said.
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