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"I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. Where can we sit down and talk?" He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. "Let me introduce my friend to you," Courtlaw said. "Arthur, this is Miss Pellissier Mr. Brendon. Brendon and I are great chums," he went on nervously. "We are clerks in the same bank.
He looked at her with an expression of comical despair. "What have I done, Miss Pellissier?" he pleaded. "We were good friends in Paris, weren't we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then without a word to any one you disappeared. Now we meet again, and you will scarcely look at me. You seem altogether altered, too.
She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. Then she called a hansom and drove home. "Miss Pellissier," Brendon said gently, "I am afraid that some fresh trouble has come to you." She smiled at him cheerfully. "Am I dull?" she said. "I am sorry."
"If you don't like it you are to tell me, and I'll see that you have things you will like." "This dinner is good," he said reflectively, "like French home cooking. I haven't had a real ragoût of lamb since I left the pension of Madame Pellissier. Has your mysterious patroness got tired of furnishing diners de luxe to the populace?"
"We are so interested to hear, Miss Pellissier," she said, "that you have been living in Paris. We shall expect you to tell us all what to wear." Anna smiled very faintly, and shook her head. "I have come from a very unfashionable quarter," she said, "and I do not think that I have been inside a milliner's shop for a year. Besides, it is all reversed now, you know. Paris copies London."
"I wonder," he said, "is there anything we could do to help you to get rid of him?" "Can you think of anything?" Anna answered. "I can't! He appears to be a most immovable person." Brendon hesitated for a moment. He was a little embarrassed. "There ought to be some means of getting at him," he said. "The fellow seems to know your name, Miss Pellissier, and that you have lived in Paris.
Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us." "Of course," his friend answered. "La belle 'Alcide, wasn't it? Annabel Pellissier was her real name. Jolly nice girl, too." Ennison nodded. "I thought I saw her in town to-day," he said. "Do you happen to know whether she is supposed to be here?" "Very likely indeed," Captain Fred Meddoes answered, lighting a cigarette.
"Do you think that it is kind of you, Miss Pellissier," he said, almost roughly, "to ignore your friends so? In your heart you know quite well that you could pay Sydney or me no greater compliment than to give us just a little of your confidence. We know London, and you are a stranger here. Surely our advice would have been worth having, at any rate.
"My name," Anna replied calmly, "is certainly Pellissier, but I repeat that I do not know you. I never have known you." He unfolded his serviette with fingers which shook all the time. His eyes never left her face. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. "I've plenty of pals," he said, "who, when they've been doing Paris on the Q.T., like to forget all about it even their names. But you "
I must apologize for disturbing you at such an unseemly hour, but I should be very much obliged if Miss Pellissier would allow me a few minutes' conversation. My name is Ferringhall Sir John Ferringhall." Courtlaw took up his hat and coat at once, but Anna motioned him to remain. "Please stay," she said briefly. "Will you come in, Sir John. I believe that I have heard my sister speak of you.
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