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Courtlaw crossed the room and threw open the door. He had come to Anna's rooms from a dinner party, and he was in evening dress. Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow. "I believe," he said stiffly, "that these are the apartments of Miss Pellissier.

"Don't be an ass, Ferringhall," he said tersely. "Annabel Pellissier is known to most of us. I myself have had the pleasure of dining with her. She is very charming, and we all admire her immensely. She sings twice a week at the 'Ambassador's' and the 'Casino Mavise' " Sir John held up his hand. "Stop," he said. "You do not even know what you are talking about.

"My name is Anna Pellissier, sometimes called Annabel. I am engaged to sing every evening at the 'Unusual' music hall. This man's name is Montague Hill. I saw him first a few months ago at Mrs. White's boarding-house in Russell Square. He subjected me there to great annoyance by claiming me as his wife. As a matter of fact, I had never spoken to him before in my life.

I consider her a very charming young woman and I won't hear a word about Paris, for there are things I don't understand about that, but I will stake my word upon it that to-day Miss Pellissier is entitled not only to our admiration, but to our respect. I firmly believe that she is as straight as a die." Ennison's voice shook a little.

You don't happen to know of any one, I suppose, who wants a nursery governess, or a clerk without shorthand or a tryer-on, or a copyist, or " "For Heaven's sake stop, Miss Pellissier," he interrupted. "What a hideous repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don't you accept an engagement here?" "An engagement?" she queried. "On the stage? Yes.

The walls of the room were lined with shelves, on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of surgical science. A skeleton was propped against the mantelpiece. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs. "You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?" he asked, without rising to his feet. Anna admitted the fact. "We sent for you several hours ago," he remarked.

There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. He found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. Was this the result of some strange experiment? It was the person of Annabel Pellissier the soul of a very different order of being.

His manner was deferential, even eager. Anna, who was disposed to be sharply critical, could find no fault with it. "How fortunate I am, Miss Pellissier! All day I have been hoping that I might run across you. You got my note?" "I certainly received a note," Anna admitted. "You were going to answer it?" "Certainly not!" she said deliberately.

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