ABOUT THE STORY.
Chapter I. THE CARPET-KNIGHT AND THE LADY
Chapter II. THE ADVENTURE OF ANNABEL
Chapter III. ANNA? OR ANNABEL?
Chapter IV. THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
Chapter V. ALCIDE
Chapter VI. A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION
Chapter VII. MISS PELLISSIER'S SUSPICIONS
Chapter VIII. WHITE'S
Chapter IX. BRENDON'S LUCK
Chapter X. THE TRAGEDY OF AN APPETITE
Chapter XI. THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON
Chapter XII. THE POSTER OF ALCIDE
Chapter XIII. HE WILL NOT FORGET!
Chapter XIV. THIS IS MY WIFE
Chapter XV. A MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE
Chapter XVI. THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN
Chapter XVII. THE CHANGE IN ALCIDE
Chapter XVIII. ANNABEL AND ALCIDE
Chapter XIX. THIS IS NOT THE END
Chapter XX. ANNA'S SURRENDER
Chapter XXI. HER SISTER'S SECRET
Chapter XXII. AN OLD FOOL
Chapter XXIII. MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
Chapter XXIV. A CASE FOR THE POLICE
Chapter XXV. THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH
Chapter XXVI. ANNABEL IS WARNED
Chapter XXVII. JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN
Chapter XXVIII. THE HISSING OF ALCIDE
Chapter XXIX. MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME
Chapter XXX. SIR JOHN'S NECKTIE
Chapter XXXI. ANNA'S TEA PARTY
Chapter XXXII. SIX MONTHS AFTER
E. Phillips Oppenheim
AUTHOR OF THE SECRET", THE TRAITORS", ETC.
Annabel Pellissier, for reasons of her own, allows Sir John
Ferringhall to believe that she is her sister Anna. Anna lets the
deception continue and has to bear the burden of her sister's
reputation which, in Paris at any rate, is that of being a coquette.
Endless complications ensue when both sisters return to London.
This is one of the late E. Phillips Oppenheim's most intriguing
ANNA THE ADVENTURESS
The girl paused and steadied herself for a moment against a field
gate. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. Her dainty shoes
were soiled with dust and there was a great tear in her skirt. Very
slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head. Her cheeks were the colour
of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. If a cart were coming, or
those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible.
The terror faded from her eyes. A faint gleam of returning colour
gave her at once a more natural appearance. So far as the eye could
reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty.
Away off in the fields the blue-smocked peasants bent still at their
toil. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. A few more minutes, and she
Yet before she turned once more to resume her flight she schooled
herself with an effort to look where it had happened. A dark mass of
wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the
ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of
which the bark had been torn and stripped. A few yards further off
something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted
into a strange unnatural shape. Again the chalky pallor spread even to
her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. She withdrew her
head with a little moan, and resumed her flight. Away up on the
hillside was the little country railway station. She fixed her eyes
upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the
hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for
the white smoke of the train.
She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists
who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the
train unnoticed. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Until
the last moment she was afraid.
Arrived in Paris she remembered that she had not the money for a
fiacre. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she
made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty
She had not at first the power for concealment. Her nerves were
shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock. She sat there, a
mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering
glances. Paris was full, and it was by no means a retired spot which
she had found. Yet she never once thought of changing it. A person of
somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life
perfectly natural. Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear
kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was
Then there came briskly along the path towards her, an Englishman.
He was perhaps forty-five years of age. He was dressed with the utmost
care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were
in some way a condescension. He was alert, well-groomed, and
yetperhaps in contrast with the more volatile French typethere was
a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. He too looked
at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his
eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally
came to a dead stop. He scratched his upper lip reflectively.
It was a habit of his to talk to himself. In the present case it did
not matter, as there was no one else within earshot.
Dear me! he said. Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. She is
English! I am sure of that. She is English, and apparently in some
distress. I wonder
He turned slowly round. He was inclined to be a good-natured person,
and he had no nervous fears of receiving a snub. The girl was pretty,
and apparently a lady.
She cannot be aware, he continued, that she is making herself
conspicuous. It would surely be only common politeness to drop her a
hinta fellow countrywoman too. I trust that she will not
misunderstand me. I believeI believe that I must risk it.
He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice
lowered to a convenient pitch.
I beg your pardon, he said, but you appear to be a fellow
countrywoman of mine, and in some distress. Can I be of any assistance?
I can assure you that it would give me very much pleasure.
Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. When she
saw however that this man was a stranger, and obviously harmless, her
expression changed as though by magic. A delicate flush of colour
streamed into her cheeks. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with
timid interest. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. She began
You are very kind, she said hesitatingly, but I don't rememberI
don't think that I know you, do I?
I am afraid that you do not, he admitted, with a smile which he
meant to be encouraging. You remind me of the story which they tell
against us over here, you knowof the Englishman who refused to be
saved from drowning because he was unacquainted with his rescuer.
Permit me to introduce myself. My name is FerringhallSir John
There was genuine interest in her eyes now. Sir John saw it, and was
You are Sir John Ferringhall, she repeated. Yes, I remember you
now. You were pointed out to me ata few nights ago.
He was not in the least surprised. A millionaire and a knight, even
though his money has been made in carpets, is used to being a person of
Very likely, he answered. I am fairly well known here. I must
apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance
certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were
becomingpardon mean object of comment to the passers-by.
The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the
corners of her mouthhumorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. As
though accidentally she swept her skirts from a chair close drawn to
her own. Sir John hesitated. She was marvellously pretty, but he was
not quite sureyetthat it was advisable for him to sit with her in
so public a place. His inclinations prompted him most decidedly to take
the vacant chair. Prudence reminded him that he was a county
magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult
borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict
principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. He
temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his.
You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore
estate, are you not? she remarked. 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.
Upon my word, he exclaimed, this is most extraordinary. I
Then he stopped short, for he began to remember things. He was not
quite sure whether, after all, he had been wise. He would have risen
again, but for the significance of the action.
Dear me! he said. Then some of your family history is known to
me. One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to
The girl nodded.
She is living there now, she remarked.
Your father is dead too, I believe, he continued, and your
Two years ago, she answered. They died within a few months of one
Very sadvery sad indeed, he remarked uneasily. I remember
hearing something about it. I believe that the common report was that
you and your sister had come to Paris to study painting.
She assented gently.
We have a small studio, she murmured, in the Rue de St. Pierre.
Sir John looked at her sideways. Her eyes were fixed upon the
ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very
delicate and girlish. After all, this could never be the black sheep.
He had been quite right to sit down. It was astonishing how seldom it
was that his instincts betrayed him. He breathed a little sigh of
Come, he continued, the world after all is a very small place. We
are not altogether strangers, are we? I feel that under the
circumstances I have the right to offer you my advice, and if necessary
my help. I beg that you will consider me your friend.
She looked at him with fluttering eyelidssweetly grateful. It was
such an unexpected stroke of fortune. Sir John was not used to such
glances, and he liked them.
It is so difficult, she murmured, so impossible to explain. Even
to my own brotherif I had oneI could not tell everything, and you,
although you are so kind, you are almost a stranger, aren't you?
No, no! he protested. You must not think of me as one. Try and
consider me your elder brother, or an old family friend, whichever you
She thanked him with one of her shy little glances. More than ever
Sir John was glad that he had sat down.
It is very, very difficult, she continued, looking steadfastly at
the ground. OnlyI have come face to facewith something terrible,
and wholly unexpected trouble. I want to leave Paris to-daythis very
day. I want to leave it for ever.
He looked at her very gravely.
But your sister? he asked. What of her? Have you quarrelled with
The girl shook her head.
No, she answered. I have not quarrelled with her. It is simply
our point of view which is altogether different. I want to get awayto
go to London. I cannot explain beyond that.
Then I am sure, Sir John declared, that I shall not ask you. I
know nothing about the matter, but I feel convinced that you are right.
You ought to have had better advice two years ago. Paris is not the
place for two young girls. I presume that you have been living alone?
She sighed gently.
My sister, she murmured, is so independent. She is Bohemian to
the finger-tips. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned.
Sir John smiled and congratulated himself upon his insight. He was
so seldom wrong.
The next question, Miss Anna, he said, is how am I to help you? I
am wholly at your disposal.
She looked up at him quickly. Her expression was a little changed,
less innocent, more discerning.
Anna! she repeated. How do you knowwhy do you think that my
name is Anna? He smiled in a quietly superior way.
I think, he said, that I am right. I am very good at guessing
I am really curious, she persisted. You must have heardhave
youoh, tell me, won't you? she begged. Have you heard things?
The tears stood in her eyes. She leaned a little towards him.
Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that
terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly
respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy.
I am afraid, he said gravely, that your sister has been a little
indiscreet. It is nothing at all for you to worry about.
She looked away from him.
I knew, she said, in a low despairing tone, that people would
He coughed gently.
It was inevitable, he declared. It is not, of course, a pleasant
subject of conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to
suggest to you that your sister'serindiscretionshave reached a
point which makes a separation between you almost a necessity.
She covered her face with her hands.
Ititmust come, she faltered.
I do not lay claim, he continued, to any remarkable amount of
insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your
present cause of distress.
You are wonderful! she murmured.
He smiled complacently.
Not at all. This is simply a chapter of coincidences. Now what I
want you to feel is this. I want you to feel that you have found a
friend who has a strong desire to be of service to you. Treat me as an
elder brother, if you like. He is here by your side. How can he help
She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall,
carpet-merchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous,
deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. Perhaps the Parisian
atmosphere had affected him. He leaned towards her, laid his hand
tenderly upon hers.
I hope you realize, he went on, in a lower and less assured tone,
that I am in earnestvery much in earnest. You must let me do
whatever I can for you. I shall count it a privilege.
I believe you, she murmured. I trust you altogether. I am going
to take you entirely at your word. I want to leave Paris to-day. Will
you lend me the money for my ticket to London?
With all the pleasure in the world, he answered heartily. Let me
add too that I am thankful for your decision. You have somewhere to go
to in London, I hope.
There is my aunt, she said. The one who used to live at Lyndmore.
She will take me in until I can make some plans. It will be horribly
dull, and she is a very trying person. But anything is better than
He took out his watch.
Let me see, he said. Your best route will be via Boulogne and
Folkestone at nine o'clock from the Gare du Nord. What about your
I could get a few of my things, at any rate, she said. My sister
is sure to be out.
Very well, he said. It is just six o'clock now. Supposing you
fetch what you can, and if you will allow me, I will see you off. It
would give me great pleasure if you would dine with me somewhere
She looked at him wistfully, but with some unwilling doubt in her
wrinkled forehead. It was excellently done, especially as she loved
You are very kind to think of it, she said, butdon't you think
perhapsthat I had better not?
He smiled indulgently.
My dear child, he said, with me you need have no apprehension. I
am almost old enough to be your father.
She looked at him with uplifted eyebrowsa look of whimsical
incredulity. Sir John felt that after all forty-five was not so very
That sounds quite absurd, she answered. Yet it is my last
evening, and I thinkif you are sure that you would like to have
methat I will risk it.
We will go to a very quiet place, he assured her, a place where I
have often taken my own sisters. You will be wearing your travelling
dress, and no doubt you would prefer it. Shall we say at half-past
She rose from her chair.
I will take a carriage, she said, and fetch my things.
Let us say that Café Maston, in the Boulevard des Italiennes, at
half-past seven then, he decided. I shall be waiting for you there,
and in the meantime, if you will help yourselfpray don't look like
that. It is a very small affair, after all, and you can pay me back if
She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little
impulsive movement. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and
I cannot thank you, Sir John, she said. I shall never be able to
Won't you postpone the attempt, then? he said gallantly, until I
have done something to deserve your gratitude? You will not
forgetseven-thirty, Café Maston, Boulevard des Italiennes.
She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir
John, who remained upon the Avenue. He too, when she had disappeared,
called a carriage.
Hotel Ritz, he said mechanically to the coachman. If only her
sister is half as pretty, no wonder that she has set the Parisians
The man spoke mercilessly, incisively, as a surgeon. Only he hated
the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from
his lips. Opposite, his pupil stood with bowed head and clasped hands.
You have the temperament, he said. You have the ideas. Your first
treatment of a subject is always correct, always suggestive. But of
what avail is this? You have no execution, no finish. You lack only
that mechanical knack of expression which is the least important part
of an artist's equipment, but which remains a tedious and absolute
necessity. We have both tried hard to develop ityou and Iand we
have failed. It is better to face the truth.
Much better, she agreed. Oh, much better.
Personally, he went on, I must confess to a great disappointment.
I looked upon you from the first as the most promising of my pupils. I
overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of
finish, the crudeness of your drawing. I said to myself, 'this will
come.' It seems that I was mistaken. You cannot draw. Your fingers are
even now as stiff as a schoolgirl's. You will never be able to draw.
You have the ideas. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but
whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be
painting. Take my advice. Burn your palette and your easel. Give up
your lonely hours of work here. Look somewhere else in life. Depend
upon it, there is a place for youwaiting. Here you only waste your
She was silent, and in the gloom of the dimly lit apartment he could
not see her face. He drew a little breath of relief. The worst was over
now. He continued tenderly, almost affectionately.
After all, there are great things left in the world for you.
Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree. To-night all
this may seem hard and cruel. To-morrow you will feel like a freed
woman. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you againof other things.
A man of infinite tact and kindness, he spoke his message and went.
The girl, with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the
She looked steadfastly out. Paris, always beautiful even in the
darkness, glittered away to the horizon. The lights of the Champs
Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive,
shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the
night. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched
fingers. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her
ears. She was crushed with a sense of her own terrible impotency. A
failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her
ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she
was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression. She was to fall
back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn
a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a
kindergarten. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. It was the bitterest
moment of her life. She flung herself back into the bare little room,
cold, empty, comfortless. In a momentary fury she seized and tore in
pieces the study which remained upon the easel. The pieces fell to the
ground in a little white shower. It was the end, she told herself,
fiercely. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn
canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was
thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune.
The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold.
Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no
supper, no coffeeand, above all, no Mr. Courtlaw. How dreary it all
looks. Never mind. Come and help me pack. I'm off to England.
Annabel, are you mad? To England! You are joking, of course. But
come in, dear. I will light the stove, and there shall be some coffee
The newcomer picked her way across the floor with daintily uplifted
skirts, and subsided into a deck chair of stretched canvas.
I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters! she
exclaimed. I have had adventuresoh, more than one, I can assure you.
It has been a marvellous dayand I am going to England.
Anna looked at her sister gravely. Even in her painting smock and
with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was
The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel, she said. They seem to
come to you as naturally as disappointmentto other people. But to
England! What has happened, then?
Already the terror of a few hours ago seemed to have passed away
from the girl who leaned back so lazily in her chair, watching the tip
of her patent shoe swing backwards and forwards. She could even think
of what had happened. Very soon she would be able to forget it.
Happened! Oh, many things, she declared indolently. The most
important is that I have a new admirer.
The wonderful likeness between the two girls was never less
noticeable than at that moment. Anna stood looking down upon her sister
with grave perturbed face. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of
insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never
flinched or drooped. One realized indeed then where the differences
lay; the tender curves about Anna's mouth transformed into hard sharp
lines in Annabel's, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other's
more beautiful but with less expressionwindows lit with dazzling
light, but through which one sawnothing.
A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to
Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhallvery stupid, very
respectable, very egotistical. But, after all, what does that matter?
He is very much taken with me. He tries hard to conceal it, but he
Then why, Anna asked quietly, do you run away? It is not like
Annabel laughed softly.
How unkind! she exclaimed. Still, since it is better to tell you,
Sir John is very much in earnest, but his respectability is something
altogether too overpowering. Of course I knew all about him years ago,
and he is exactly like everybody's description of him. I am afraid,
Anna, just a little afraid, that in Paris I and my friends here might
seem a trifle advanced. Besides, he might hear things. That is why I
called myself Anna.
Youyou did what? Anna exclaimed.
Called myself Anna, the girl repeated coolly. It can't make any
difference to you, and there are not half a dozen people in Paris who
could tell us apart.
Anna tried to look angry, but her mouth betrayed her. Instead, she
laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down
You little wretch! she exclaimed weakly. Why should I bear the
burden of your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall
permit nothing of the sort.
Annabel shrugged her shoulders.
Too late, my dear girl, she exclaimed. I gave your name. I called
myself Anna. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure.
Three little letters can't make a bit of difference.
But it may matter very much indeed, Anna declared. Perhaps for
myself I do not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he
will not like having been deceived. Tell him the truth, Annabel.
There was a brief but intense silence. Anna felt that her words had
become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she
had intended to impart. The truth! It was a moment of awkwardness
between the two sistersa moment, too, charged with its own
psychological interest, for there were secrets between them which for
many months had made their intercourse a constrained and difficult
thing. It was Annabel who spoke.
How crude you are, Anna! she exclaimed with a little sigh. Sir
John is not at all that sort. He is the kind of man who would much
prefer a little dust in his eyes. But heavens, I must pack!
She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from
which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and
It is positively no use, Anna, she declared, appealingly. You
must pack for me. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. I can't do it
even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my
Anna laughed, gave in and with deft fingers created order out of
chaos. Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. Then she
took her sister's hand.
Annabel, she said, I have never asked you for your confidence. We
have lived under the same roof, but our ways seem to have lain wide
apart. There are many things which I do not understand. Have you
anything to tell me before you go?
Annabel laughed lightly.
My dear Anna! As though I should think of depressing you with my
long list of misdeeds.
You have nothing to tell me?
So Annabel departed with the slightest of farewells, wearing a thick
travelling veil, and sitting far back in the corner of a closed
carriage. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt
away along the cobbled street and disappear. Then she stepped back into
the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered
fragments of her last canvas.
It is a night of endings, she murmured to herself. Perhaps for
me, she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window,
a night of beginnings.
Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical
cheer which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English
Club on the following evening. He stood upon the threshold, dangling
his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly
interrogative. He wanted to know what the joke against him wasif any.
May I enquire, he asked smoothly, in what way my appearance
contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to
A fair-haired young Englishman looked up from the depths of his easy
You hear him? he remarked, looking impressively around. A joke!
Sir John, if you had presented yourself here an hour ago we should have
greeted you in pained silence. We had not then recovered from thef
shock. Our ideal had fallen. A sense of loss was amongst us. Drummond,
he continued, looking across at his vis-à-vis, we look to you
to give expression to our sentiments. Your career at the bar had given
you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us
ordinary mortals. Explain to Sir John our feelings.
Drummond, a few years older, dark, clean-shaven, with bright eyes
and humorous mouth, laid down his paper and turned towards Sir John. He
removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air.
Holcroft, he remarked, in bald language, and with the usual
limitations of his clouded intellect, has still given some slight
expression to the consternation which I believe I may say is general
amongst us. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence,
almost with awe. You represented to us the immaculate Briton, the one
Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of our
race. We have seen great and sober-minded men come to this unholy city,
and become degenerates. We have known men who have come here for no
other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode
into the arena of temptation, waving thethe what is itthe white
flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous
facility for the violets of the Parisienne. But you, Ferringhall, our
pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a
prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord
MayorJames, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. I cannot go on. My
feelings overpower me.
You all seem to be trying to pull my leg, Sir John remarked
quietly. I suppose you'll come to the point soonif there is one.
Drummond shook his head in melancholy fashion.
He dissembles, he said. After all, how easy the descent is, even
for the greatest of us. I hope that James will not be long with that
whisky and Apollinaris. My nerves are shaken. I require stimulant.
Sir John seated himself deliberately.
I should imagine, he said, shaking out a copy of The Times,
that it is your brain which is addled.
Drummond looked up with mock eagerness.
This, he exclaimed, must be either the indifference of an utterly
callous nature, or it may beye gods, it may beinnocence. Holcroft,
we may have been mistaken.
Think not, that young man remarked laconically.
I will put the question, Drummond said gravely. Ferringhall, were
you or were you not dining last night at a certain restaurant in the
Boulevard des Italiennes withla petite Pellissier?
Now indeed Sir John was moved. He sat up in his chair as though the
question had stung him. The Times slipped from his fingers. His
eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre.
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.
An uncomfortable silence followed. Sir John once more looked around
I repeat, gentlemen, he said, in an ominously low tone, what of
Drummond shrugged his shoulders.
You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it
deserves, Ferringhall, he remarked.
I fail to see the joke, Sir John said. Kindly explain it to me.
Certainly! 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 ladyla petite Pellissier? I should be glad to
know how you dare to allude to her in a public place in such a
Drummond looked at him and smiled.
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.
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
There was a moment's silence. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit
The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna, he
It was not necessary, Sir John answered stiffly. I was already
aware of the fact. I may add that the family is well known to me. The
two aunts of these young ladies lived for many years in the dower house
upon my estate in Hampshire. Under the circumstances you must permit me
to be the best judge of the identity of the young lady who did me the
honour, as an old family friend, of dining with me.
Like most men who lie but seldom, he lied well. Drummond smoked his
cigarette meditatively. He remembered that he had heard stories about
the wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an
artist and a recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very
gay and a very brilliant little coterie of pleasure-seekers.
There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken. He thought it best
to let the matter drop. A few minutes later Sir John left the room.
He walked out into the Champs Elysées and sat down. His cigar burnt
out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. He had
seldom been more perturbed. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows,
thinking intently. The girl had told him distinctly that her name was
Anna. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. He went
over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time.
She had behaved in every way perfectly. His spirits began to rise.
Drummond had made an abominable mistake. It was not possible for him to
have been deceived. He drew a little sigh of relief.
Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. He
was a business man, pure and simple, his eyes were fastened always upon
the practical side of life. Such ambitions as he had were stereotyped
and material. Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of
which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly
aware. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and
thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a
definite importance in his minda place curiously apart from those
dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life.
Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor
had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from
attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought
into contact. It was a reputation by no means deserved. A wife formed
part of his scheme of life, for several years he had been secretly but
assiduously looking for her. In his way he was critical. The young
ladies in the somewhat mixed society amongst which he moved neither
satisfied his taste nor appealed in any way to his affections. This
girl whom he had met by chance and befriended had done both. She
possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshippedthe
innate charm of breeding. The Pellissiers had been an old family in
Hampshire, while his grandfather had driven a van.
As in all things, so his thoughts came to him deliberately. He
pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her
aunt'sshe had told him that it was shabbyand he recalled that
delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile
which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. She was
poor. He was heartily thankful for it. He thought of his wealth for
once from a different point of view. How much he would be able to do
for her. Flowers, theatre boxes, carriages, the open sesame to the
whole world of pleasure. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions
of the City and money-making, very ill-skilled in all the lighter
graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested
with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of
an unlimited banking account. She should be lifted out of her narrow
little life, and it should be all owing to him. And afterwards! Sir
John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the
white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the
lime-trees. His lips parted in a rare smile. Afterwards was the most
delightful part of all!...
If only there had not been this single torturing thoughta mere
pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Suddenly he stopped short.
He was in front of one of the more imposing of the cafés chantants
opposite, illuminated with a whole row of lights, was the wonderful
poster which had helped to make Alcide famous. He had looked at it
before without comprehension. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of
those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head
thrown back, the half-closed eyesthe inner meaning of the great
artist seemed to come to him with a rush. He stood still, almost
breathless. A slow anger burned in the man. It was debauching, thisa
devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure
almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. Unwillingly he drew a little
nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. A
woman touched him lightly on the arm, and smiled into his face.
Monsieur admires the poster?
As a rule Sir John treated such advances with cold silence. This
woman, contrary to his custom, he answered.
It is hatefuldiabolical! he exclaimed.
The woman shrugged her shoulders.
It is a great art, she said in broken English. The little English
girl is very fortunate. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no
gesture, no acting, nothing. And they pay her. Monsieur is going inside
But Sir John's eyes were still riveted upon the poster, and his
heart was beating with unaccustomed force. For just as though a vague
likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague
dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his
thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. He drew a little
breath and stepped back. After all, he had the means of setting this
tormenting doubt at rest. She had mentioned the address where she and
her sister had lived. He would go there. He would see this sister. He
would know the truth then once and for all. He walked hastily to the
side of the broad pavement and summoned a fiacre.
You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful
Paris, Anna said lightly. You may talkif you can talk cheerfully,
And you? asked David Courtlaw.
Well, if I find your conversation interesting I shall listen. If
not, I have plenty to think about, she answered, leaning back in her
chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards.
How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrowor
failing that, what I can sell.
His face darkened.
And yet, he said, you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all.
Why not? Your spirits at least should be good. It is not you who
runs the risk of going dinnerless to-morrow.
He turned upon her almost fiercely.
You know, he muttered, you know quite well that your troubles are
far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. Do you think that I am
She raised her eyebrows.
Troubles, my friend, she exclaimed lightly. But I have no
He stared at her incredulously, and she laughed very softly.
What a gloomy person you are! she murmured. You call yourself an
artistbut you have no temperament. The material cares of life hang
about your neck like a millstone. A doubt as to your dinner to-morrow
would make you miserable to-night. You know I call that positively
wicked. It is not at all what I expected either. On the whole, I think
that I have been disappointed with the life here. There is so little
abandon, so little real joyousness.
And yet, he murmured, one of the greatest of our writers has
declared that the true spirit of Bohemianism is denied to your sex.
He was probably right, she declared. Bohemianism is the least
understood word ever coined. I do not think that I have the Bohemian
spirit at all.
He looked at her thoughtfully. She wore a plain black dress,
reaching almost to her throather small oval face, with the large
brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something
mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. A woman hard to read, who
seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity
of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her
master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. She reminded
him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others of
Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from
her doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a
I believe that you are right, he said softly. It is the worst of
including in our vocabulary words which have no definite meaning,
perhaps I should say of which the meaning varies according to one's
personal point of view. You, for instance, you live, you are not afraid
to live. Yet you make our Bohemianism seem like a vulgar thing.
She stirred gently in her chair.
My friend, she said, I have been your pupil for two years. You
have watched all the uncouth creations of my brain come sprawling out
upon the canvas, and besides, we have been companions. Yet the fact
remains that you do not understand me at all. No, not one little bit.
It is extraordinary.
It is, he replied, the one humiliation of my life. My
opportunities have been immense, and my failure utter. If I had been
your companion only, and not your master, I might very well have been
content to accept you for what you seem. But there have been times,
Anna, when your work has startled me. Ill-drawn, without method or
sense of proportion, you have put wonderful things on to canvas, have
drawn them out of yourself, notwithstanding your mechanical
inefficiency. God knows how you did it. You are utterly baffling.
She laughed at him easily and mirthfully.
Dear friend, she said, do not magnify me into a physiological
problem. I should only disappoint you terribly some day. I think I know
where I am puzzling you now
Then for Heaven's sake be merciful, he exclaimed. Lift up one
corner of the curtain for me.
Very well. You shall tell me if I am wrong. You see me here, an
admitted failure in the object to which I have devoted two years of my
life. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any
certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from. I speak
frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce
me to accept help from any living person. You notice that I have
recently spent ten francs on a box of the best Russian cigarettes, and
that there are roses upon my table. You observe that I am, as usual,
fairly cheerful, and moderately amiable. It surprises you. You do not
understand, and you would like to. Very well! I will try to help you.
Her hand hung over the side of her chair nearest to him. He looked
at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. During all their long
comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. This
was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from
the ways of other men as regards her sex.
You see, it comes after all, she continued, from certain original
convictions which have become my religion. Rather a magniloquent term,
perhaps, but what else am I to say? One of these is that the most
absolutely selfish thing in the world is to give way to depression, to
think of one's troubles at all except of how to overcome them. I spend
many delightful hours thinking of the pleasant and beautiful things of
life. I decline to waste a single second even in considering the ugly
ones. Do you know that this becomes a habit?
If you would only teach us all, he murmured, how to acquire it.
I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament, she
continued. With me I believe that it is more. It has become a part of
the order of my life. Whatever may happen to-morrow I shall be none the
better for anticipating its miseries to-day.
I wonder, he said, a trifle irrelevantly, what the future has in
store for you.
She shrugged her shoulders.
Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?
He seemed deaf to her interruption. His grey eyes burned under his
shaggy eyebrows. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of
her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the
You were born for great things, he said huskily. For great
passions, for great accomplishments. Will you find your destiny, I
wonder, or will you go through life like so many othersa wanderer,
knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could
but find the way to your heart.
She laughed gaily.
Dear friend, she said, remember that you are speaking to one who
has failed in the only serious object which she has ever sought to
accomplish. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the
He shook his head.
You were never born, he declared, to follow the well worn roads.
I wonder, he added, after a moment's pause, whether you ever realize
how young you are.
Young? I am twenty-four.
Yet you are very young. Anna, why will you persist in this
single-handed combat with life?
Don't! she cried.
But I must, I will, he answered fiercely. Oh, I know you would
stop me if you could. This time you cannot. You are the woman I love,
Anna. Let me make your future for you. Don't be afraid that I shall
stunt it. I will give you a broad free life. You shall have room to
develop, you shall live as you will, where you will, only give me the
right to protect you, to free you from all these petty material cares.
She laid her hand softly upon his.
Dear friend, she said, do you not think that you are breaking an
unspoken compact? I am very sorry. In your heart you know quite well
that all that you have said is useless.
Ay, he repeated, looking away from her. Uselessworse than
You are foolish, she declared, with a note of irritability in her
tone. You would appear to be trying to destroy a comradeship which has
been very, very pleasant. For you know that I have made up my mind to
dig a little way into life single-handed. I, too, want to
understandto walk with my head in the light. Love is a great thing,
and happiness a joy. Let me go my own way towards them. We may
meetwho can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would
make the chains of roses. Listen.
She stopped short. There was a sharp knocking at the outside door.
Courtlaw rose to his feet.
It is too late for visitors, she remarked. I wonder would you
mind seeing who it is.
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. 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 FerringhallSir John
Courtlaw took up his hat and coat at once, but Anna motioned him to
Please stay, she said briefly. Will you come in, Sir John. I
believe that I have heard my sister speak of you. This is my friend,
Mr. David CourtlawSir John Ferringhall.
Sir John acknowledged the introduction without cordiality. He
entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about
him. He noticed the two chairs close together. Anna was still holding
her cigarette between her fingers. Her likeness to her sister gave him
at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards he was conscious of a
wonderful sense of relief. For if the likeness between the sisters was
remarkable, the likeness between this girl and the poster which he had
come from studying was more remarkable still.
I must repeat, Sir John said, that I much regret disturbing you
at such an unseemly hour. My only excuse is that I missed my way here,
and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning.
If your business with me is of any importance, Anna said calmly,
it does not matter in the least about the hour. Have you brought me a
message from my sister? I understood, I believe, that she was seeing
you last night.
Your sister, he answered, did me the honour of dining with me
After all, it was not so easy. The girl's eyes never left his face.
She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand.
Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would
I believe, he said slowly, that I shall do best to throw myself
upon your consideration and tell you the truth. I have recently made
your sister's acquaintance, and in the course of conversation I
understood from her that her Christian name was Anna. Some friends who
saw us dining together persist in alluding to her as Miss Annabel
Pellissier. I am guilty practically of the impertinence of coming to
ask you whether I misunderstood your sister.
Is my sister's Christian name, then, of so much importance to you?
she asked with a faint smile.
The things involved in it are, he answered gravely.
She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod. Courtlaw opened his
lips, but remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. Let
me hasten, she said, to reassure you. My sister was scarcely likely
to make a mistake. She told youthe truth.
Courtlaw's walking stick, which he had been handling, fell with a
crash to the ground. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden.
Sir John felt and looked several years younger.
I am much obliged to you, he said. Really, I do not know why I
should have doubted it.
Nor I, she remarked tersely.
He looked at her with a certain curiosity. She was a very elegant
young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air
of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel
may have lacked. It was hard to associate her with the stories which he
and all Paris had heard of Alcide.
You, then, he said, are 'Alcide.' That wonderful posteris of
She lifted her eyebrows.
I am sorry, she said, if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. My
friends consider it wonderfully faithful. Have you any more questions
to ask me?
Sir John, on his way down, had determined to hint to this young
woman that, providing certain contingencies which he had in his mind
should come to pass, he would be prepared to make her a handsome offer
to change her name. He found, however, that now the time had come he
utterly lacked the courage to attempt any such speech.
None, I thank you, he answered. I will not intrude upon you
Wait, she said.
He turned back at once.
I have answered all your questions, she said. Perhaps you will
not object to answering one for me. You have thought it worth while to
take some considerable pains to resolve for yourself my sister's
identity. May I ask the nature of your interest in her?
It is not an easy matter, he said, for me to offer you an
altogether adequate explanation. I have only seen your sister for a
very brief time, and I am a little past the age when a man does
headstrong things. At the same time, I must say that I am most anxious
to improve my acquaintance with her. I am a single man, and
Thank you, she interrupted. I will not ask you to explain
further. Good night.
He left at once, immensely relieved, yet scarcely satisfied with
himself as regarded his share of the interview with this young woman.
They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing
fainter and fainter. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white
Why did you lie to that man? he asked fiercely. How dared you do
yourself this injustice?
I did it for her sake, she answered. It may be her salvation. I
believe that he will marry her.
You would let himknowingall that you know?
Why not? She is my flesh and blood. She is more dear to me than
anything else. Perhaps if I had watched over her more closely, things
would have been different.
You! Why, you have been an angel to her, he exclaimed impatiently.
You know very well that she is selfish and pleasure-loving to the
backbone. You have made enough sacrifices for her surely without this.
Besides, you cannot tell where it will end. You have taken upon your
shoulders the burden of her misdeeds. You may have to carry them
further and longer than you think. Oh, it is unbearable.
The man's face was dark with passion. It was as though he were
personally aggrieved. His tone was rough, almost threatening. The girl
only smiled at him serenely, but she laid her hand for a moment quietly
Dear friend, she said, this is a matter which you must leave to
me to do as I think best. Annabel is my only sister, you know, almost
my only relative. If I do not look after her, she has no one. And she
is very young, younger than her years.
It was significant of her influence over him that he answered her
calmly, although a storm of angry thoughts were struggling for
expression within him.
Look after her! Why not? But you have done it all your life. You
have been her guardian angel. But even you cannot alter her character.
Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
The pursuit of pleasure, self-gratification, is an original instinct
with her. Blood and bone, body and spirit, she is selfish through and
through. Even you have not been able to hold her back. I speak no harm
of her. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none. But
A look checked him.
I know, she said quietly, that Paris, where she has been so much
admired, is not a good place for her. That is why I am glad that she
has gone to London.
He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room.
The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. There was
a black fear in his heart. He stopped before her suddenly.
You, too, he said abruptly. You mean to follow her. You will go
It is necessary, she answered. You yourself have decided
thatapart from the question of Annabel.
He was suddenly calm.
It is part of the irony of life, he said. One is always playing
the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. I meant to lie
to you. Would to God I had.
She shook her head.
The surgeon's knife is surely a kindly weapon, she declared. It
was best for me to know. Later on I could scarcely have forgiven you.
And nowI am to lose you.
For a little time, she answered. I meant to say good-bye to you
to-night. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little
broader than the Boulevardsbut one crosses it sometimes.
He looked at her with white, set face.
Yes, he said, I shall come. That is very certain. But, after all,
it will be different. I think that I have become a drug drinker. I need
you every day. In the mornings I find labour easy because I am going to
see you. In the afternoon my brain and fingers leap to their work
because you have been with me. Anna, you shall not go. I cannot let you
She threw away the end of her cigarette. Without turning or looking
in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her
fingers, her elbows upon her knees. She gazed steadily out of the
window at that arc of glittering lights. He made a quick movement
towards her, but she did not flinch. His arm fell to his side. The
effort of self-repression cost him a sob.
David, she said, you are not a coward, are you?
I do not know, he muttered. The bravest of us have joints in our
You are not a coward, she repeated, or you would not be my
friend. A woman may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend
she makes no mistake. You are not a coward David, and you must not talk
like one. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. It is the only way.
I cannot do it! he cried hoarsely. I cannot part with you. You
have grown into my life. Anna
Again she stopped him, but this time it was not so easy. The man's
passion became almost unbearable at the thought of losing her. And yet,
as she rose slowly to her feet and stood looking at him with
outstretched hands, a strange mixture of expressions shining in her
wonderful eyes, he realized in some measure the strength of her
determination, felt the utter impotence of anything which he could say
to her. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his
own passionate love. He took her hands firmly in his and raised them to
You shall go, he declared. I will make of the days and weeks one
long morning, but remember the afternoon must come. Always remember
Her hands fell to her side. She remained for a few moments standing
as though listening to his retreating footsteps. Then she turned, and
entering the inner room, commenced to dress hastily for the street.
The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her
keenly through his gold eye-glasses. He sat before a desk littered all
over with papers and official looking documents. 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
You are Mademoiselle Pellissier? he asked, without rising to his
Anna admitted the fact.
We sent for you several hours ago, he remarked.
I came directly I was disengaged, Anna answered. In any case,
there is probably some mistake. I have very few friends in Paris.
He referred to a sheet of paper by his side.
Your name and address were upon an envelope found in the pocket of
an Englishman who was brought here late last night suffering from
serious injuries, he said in a dry official tone. As it is doubtful
whether the man will live, we should be glad if you would identify
It is most unlikely that I shall be able to do so, Anna answered.
To the best of my belief, I have not a single English acquaintance in
My dear young lady, the official said irritably, this man would
not have your name and address in his pocket without an object. You
cannot tell whether you know him or not until you have seen him. Be so
good as to come this way.
With a little shrug of the shoulders Anna followed him. They
ascended by a lift to one of the upper floors, passed through a long
ward, and finally came to a bed in the extreme corner, round which a
screen had been arranged. A nurse came hurrying up.
He is quiet only this minute, she said to the official. All the
time he is shouting and muttering. If this is the young lady, she can
perhaps calm him.
Anna stepped to the foot of the bed. An electric light flashed out
from the wall. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible.
Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook
I have never seen him in my life, she said to the official. I
have not the least idea who he is.
Just then the man's eyes opened. He saw the girl, and sprang up in
Annabel at last, he shouted. Where have you been? All these hours
I have been calling for you. Annabel, I was lying. Who says that I am
not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. See, it is on my cardsM.
Hill, Meysey Hill. Don't touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing,
you've jammed it now. Do you want to kill us both? Stop the thing. Stop
Anna stepped back bewildered, but the man held out his arms to her.
I tell you it was a lie! he shouted wildly. Can't you believe me?
I am Meysey Hill. I am the richest man in England. I am the richest man
in the world. You love money. You know you do, Annabel. Never mind,
I've got plenty. We'll go to the shops. Diamonds! You shall have all
that you can carry away, sacks full if you like. Pearls too! I mean it.
I tell you I'm Meysey Hill, the railway man. Don't leave me. Don't
leave me in this beastly thing. Annabel! Annabel!
His voice became a shriek. In response to an almost imperative
gesture from the nurse, Anna laid her hand upon his. He fell back upon
the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers
fiercely. In a moment his grasp grew weaker. The perspiration stood out
upon his forehead. His eyes closed.
Anna stepped back at once with a little gasp of relief. The hand
which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. She
held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her
unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. She began rubbing it
with her pocket-handkerchief. The man himself was not a pleasant
object. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages. Such of his
features as were visible were of coarse mould. His eyes were set too
close together. Anna turned deliberately away from the bedside. She
followed the official back into his room.
Well? he asked her tersely.
I can only repeat what I said before, she declared. To the best
of my belief, I have never seen the man in my life.
But he recognized you, the official objected.
He fancied that he did, she corrected him coolly. I suppose
delusions are not uncommon to patients in his condition.
The official frowned.
Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion, he said
sharply. I do not wish to make impertinent inquiries into your private
life. Nothing is of any concern of ours except the discovery of the
man's identity. He was picked up from amongst the wreckage of a broken
motor on the road to Versailles last night, and we have information
that a lady was with him only a few minutes before the accident
You are very unbelieving, Anna said coldly. I hope you will not
compel me to say again that I do not know the man's name, nor, to the
best of my belief, have I ever seen him before in my life.
The official shrugged his shoulders.
You decline to help us in any way, then, he said. Remember that
the man will probably die. He had little money about him, and unless
friends come to his aid he must be treated as a pauper.
I do not wish to seem unfeeling, Anna said, slowly, but I can
only repeat that I am absolutely without concern in the matter. The man
is a stranger to me.
The official had no more to say. Only it was with a further and most
unbelieving shrug of the shoulders that he resumed his seat.
You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address,
mademoiselle, he said curtly.
You have them both, Anna answered.
He opened the door for her with a faint disagreeable smile.
It is possible, mademoiselle, he said, that this affair is not
yet ended. It may bring us together again.
She passed out without reply. Yet she took with her an uneasy
consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future
As she crossed the square, almost within a stone's throw of her
lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. He stopped short with a
little exclamation of surprise.
My dear friend, she laughed, not so tragic, if you please.
He recovered himself.
I was surprised, I admit, he said. You did not tell me that you
were going out, or I would have offered my escort. Do you know how late
I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square, she answered. I
was sent for to go to the Hospital St. Denis. But what are you doing
Old Père Runeval met me on your doorstep, and he would not let me
go. I have been sitting with him ever since. The Hospital St. Denis,
did you say? I hope that no one of our friends has met with an
She shook her head.
They wanted me to identify some one whom I had certainly never seen
before in my life, and to tell you the truth, they were positively rude
to me because I could not. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey
Meysey Hill? He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from
his tone and his quick glance into her face that the name possessed
some significance for him.
Yes, I have heard of him, and I know him by sight, he admitted.
He was a friend of your sister's, was he not?
I never heard her mention his name, she answered. Still, of
course, it is possible. This man was apparently not sure whether he was
Meysey Hill or not.
How long had he been in the hospital? Courtlaw asked.
Since last night.
Then, whoever he may be, he is not Meysey Hill, Courtlaw said.
That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the
Café de Paris to-day. I sat within a few feet of him. I feel almost
inclined to regret the fact.
Why? she asked.
If one half of the stories about Meysey Hill are true, he
answered, I would not stretch out my little finger to save his life.
Isn't that a little extreme?
I am an extreme person at times. This man has an evil reputation. I
know of scandalous deeds which he has done.
Anna had reached the house where she lodged, but she hesitated on
Have you ever seen Annabel with him? she asked.
It is odd that this man at the hospital should call himself Meysey
Hill, she remarked.
If you wish, he said, I will go there in the morning and see what
can be done for him.
It would be very kind of you, she declared. I am only sorry that
I did not ask you to go with me.
She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted
to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. And ever after it struck him that
her backward smile as she disappeared was charged with some special
significance. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away.
When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that
Mademoiselle had left. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes
could gain no further information than that she had left for England,
and that her address wasLondon.
Anna kissed her sister and nodded to her aunt. Then she sat
downuninvitedand looked from one to the other curiously. There was
something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel's exclamation
which puzzled her.
I wish, she said, that you would leave off looking at me as
though I were something grisly. I am your very dutiful niece, aunt, and
your most devoted sister, Annabel. I haven't murdered any one, or
broken the law in any way that I know of. Perhaps you will explain the
state of panic into which I seem to have thrown you.
Annabel, who was looking very well, and who was most becomingly
dressed, moved to a seat from which she could command a view of the
road outside. She was the first to recover herself. Her aunt, a faded,
anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still
sitting with her hand pressed to her heart.
Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her
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. She too at once
developed an anxious interest in the street outside.
I am sure, Anna, she said, I do not see why we should conceal the
truth from you. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at
any moment. He is coming here to tea.
Well? Anna remarked calmly.
Sir John, her aunt repeated, with thin emphasis, is coming to see
Anna drummed impatiently with her fingers against the arm of her
Well! she declared good-humouredly. I shan't eat him.
Miss Pellissier stiffened visibly.
This is not a matter altogether for levity, Anna, she said. Your
sister's future is at stake. I imagine that even you must realize that
this is of some importance.
Anna glanced towards her sister, but the latter avoided her eyes.
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. The Ferringhalls are of course
without any pretence at family, but Sir John is a very rich man, and
will be able to give Annabel a very enviable position in the world. The
settlements which he has spoken of, too, are most munificent. No wonder
we are anxious that nothing should happen to make him change his mind.
Anna stopped short. Suddenly she understood. She grew perhaps a
shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her
four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting.
Sir John of course disapproves of me, she remarked slowly.
Sir John is a man of the world, her aunt answered coldly. He
naturally does not wish for connexions which areI do not wish to hurt
you feelings, Anna, but I must say itnot altogether desirable.
The irrepressible smile curved Anna's lips. She glanced towards her
sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of
her own rather sombre mirth. She leaned back in her chair. It was no
use. The smile had become a laugh. She laughed till the tears stood in
I had a visit from Sir John in my rooms, she said. Did he tell
He mentioned the matter to me also, Miss Pellissier remarked
stiffly. The visit seems to have made a most painful impression upon
him. To tell you the truth, he spoke to me very seriously upon the
Anna sprang up.
I will be off, she declared. My cab with all that luggage would
give the whole show away. Good-bye, aunt.
Miss Pellissier tried ineffectually to conceal her relief.
I do not like to seem inhospitable, Anna, she said hesitatingly.
And of course you are my niece just as Annabel is, although I am sorry
to learn that your conduct has been much less discreet than hers. But
at the same time, I must say plainly that I think your presence here
just now would be a great misfortune. I wish very much that you had
written before leaving Paris.
Quite right, she said. I ought to have done. Good-bye aunt. I'll
come and see you again later on. Annabel, come to the door with me,
she added a little abruptly. There is something which I must say to
Annabel rose and followed her sister from the room. A maidservant
held the front door open. Anna sent her away.
Annabel, she said brusquely. Listen to me.
Sir John came to methat you knowand you can guess what I told
him. No, never mind about thanking me. I want to ask you a plain
question, and you must answer me faithfully. Is all that folly done
Annabel shivered ever so slightly.
Of course it is, Anna. You ought to know that. I am going to make a
Be very sure that you do, Anna said slowly. If I thought for a
moment that there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and
tell him the truth even now.
Annabel looked at her with terrified eyes.
Anna, she cried, you must believe me. I am really in earnest. I
would not have him knownowfor the world.
Very well, Anna said. I will believe you. Remember that he's not
at all a bad sort, and to speak frankly, he's your salvation. Try and
let him never regret it. There's plenty to be got out of life in a
decent sort of way. Be a good wife to him. You can if you will.
I promise, Annabel declared. He is very kind, Anna, really, and
not half such a prig as he seems.
Anna moved towards the door, but her sister detained her.
Won't you tell me why you have come to England? she said. It was
such a surprise to see you. I thought that you loved Paris and your
work so much.
A momentary bitterness crept into Anna's tone.
I have made no progress with my work, she said slowly, and the
money was gone. I had to ask Mr. Courtlaw for his true verdict, and he
gave it me. I have given up painting.
It is true, dear. After all there are other things. All that I
regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. Only
of course I must begin something else at once. That is why I came to
But what are you going to dowhere are you going to live? Annabel
asked. Have you any money?
Lots, Anna answered laconically. Never mind me. I always fall on
my feet, you know.
You will let us hear from youlet us know where you are, very
soon? Annabel called out from the step.
Anna nodded as she briskly crossed the pavement.
Some day, she answered. Run in now. There's a hansom coming round
* * * * *
Anna sat back in her cab, but found it remain stationary.
Gracious! she exclaimed to herself. I don't know where to go to.
The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window,
reminded her that he was in a similar predicament.
Drive towards St. Pancras, she directed, promptly. I will tell
you when to stop.
The cab rumbled off. Anna leaned forward, watching the people in the
streets. It was then for the first time she remembered that she had
said nothing to her sister of the man in the hospital.
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled
the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy
old horse rapidly approaching its last days. Inside was Anna, leaning a
little forward to watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim
of the insatiable curiosity of youththe desire to understand and
appreciate this new world in which she found herself. She was
practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her
future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. She
watched the people and hummed softly to herself.
Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window.
Please stop, cabman, she ordered.
The man pulled up. It was not a difficult affair.
Is this Montague Street, W.C.? she asked.
The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could
Stay where you are for a moment, she directed. I want to find an
The man contented himself with a nod. Anna rummaged about in her
dressing-case, and finally drew out a letter. On the envelope was
Sydney Courtlaw, Esq.,
13, Montague St.
She put her head out of the window.
Number 13, please, cabman.
We've come past it, miss, the man answered, with a note of
finality in his gruff voice.
Then turn round and go back there, she directed.
The man muttered something inaudible, and gathered up the reins. His
horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he
was. After a certain amount of manoeuvring, however, he was induced to
crawl around, and in a few minutes came to stop again before a tall
brightly-painted house, which seemed like an oasis of colour and
assertive prosperity in a long dingy row. This was number 13, Montague
Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as White's.
Anna promptly alighted with the letter in her hand. The door was
opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several
sizes too large for him. The rest of his attire was nondescript.
Does Mr. Courtlaw, Mr. Sydney Courtlaw, live here, please? Anna
Not home yet, miss, the young man replied. Generally gets here
Anna hesitated, and then held out the letter.
I think that I will leave this letter for him, she said. It is
from his brother in Paris. Say that I will call again or let him know
my address in London.
The young man accepted the letter and the message, and seemed about
to close the door when a lady issued from one of the front rooms and
intervened. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams,
a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge
chatelaine. She addressed Anna with a beaming smile and a very
creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. Under the
somewhat trying incandescent light her cheeks pleaded guilty to a
recent use of the powder puff.
I think that you were inquiring for Mr. Courtlaw, she remarked.
He is one of our guestsperhaps I should say boarders here, but he
seldom returns before dinner-time. We dine at seven-thirty. Can I give
him any message for you?
Thank you, Anna answered. I have a letter for him from his
brother, which I was just leaving.
I will see that he gets it immediately on his return, the lady
promised. You did not wish to see him particularly this evening,
Well, no, she answered. To tell you the truth though, I am quite
a stranger in London, and it occurred to me that Mr. Courtlaw might
have been able to give me an idea where to stop.
The lady in black satin looked at the pile of luggage outside and
Were you thinking of private apartments, a boarding-house or an
hotel? she asked.
I really had not thought about it at all, Anna answered smiling.
I expected to stay with a relation, but I found that their
arrangements did not allow of it. I have been used to living in
apartments in Paris, but I suppose the system is different here.
The lady in black satin appeared undecided. She looked from Anna,
who was far too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that
reassuring pile of luggage, and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully.
Of course, she said diffidently, this is a boarding-house,
although we never take in promiscuous travellers. The class of guests
we have are all permanent, and I am obliged to be very careful indeed.
Butif you are a friend of Mr. Courtlaw'sI should like to oblige Mr.
It is very nice of you to think of it, Anna said briskly. I
should really like to find somewhere to stay, if it was only for a few
The lady stood away from the door.
Will you come this way, she said, into the drawing-room? There is
no one there just now. Most of my people are upstairs dressing for
dinner. 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, Missdear me, I haven't asked you your
My name is Pellissier, Anna said, Anna Pellissier.
I am Mrs. White, the lady in black satin remarked. It makes one
feel quite awkward to mention such a thing, but after all I think that
it is best for both parties. Could you give me any references?
There is Mr. Courtlaw, Anna said, and my solicitors, Messrs. Le
Mercier and Stowe of St. Heliers. They are rather a long way off, but
you could write to them. I am sorry that I do not know any one in
London. But after all, Mrs. White, I am not sure that I could afford to
come to you. I am shockingly poor. Please tell me what your terms are.
Well, Mrs. White said slowly, it depends a good deal upon what
rooms you have. Just now my best ones are all taken.
So much the better, Anna declared cheerfully. The smallest will
do for me quite well.
Mrs. White looked mysteriously about the room as though to be sure
that no one was listening.
I should like you to come here, she said. It's a great deal for a
young lady who's alone in the world, as I suppose you are at present,
to have a respectable home, and I do not think in such a case that
private apartments are at all desirable. We have a very nice set of
young people here too just at present, and you would soon make some
friends. I will take you for thirty-five shillings a week. Please don't
let any one know that.
I have no idea what it costs to live in London, Anna said, but I
should like very much to come for a short time if I might.
Certainly, Mrs. White said. Two days' notice shall be sufficient
on either side.
And I may bring my luggage in and send that cabman away? Anna
asked. Dear me, what a relief! If I had had any nerves that man would
have trampled upon them long ago.
Cabmen are so trying, Mrs. White assented. You need have no
further trouble. The manservant shall bring your trunks in and pay the
fare too, if you like.
Anna drew out her purse at once.
You are really a good Samaritan, she declared. I am perfectly
certain that that man meant to be rude to me. He has been bottling it
up all the way from West Kensington.
Mrs. White rang the bell.
Come upstairs, she said, and I will show you your room. And would
you mind hurrying a little. You won't want to be late the first
evening, and it's ten minutes past seven now. Gracious, there's the
gong. This way, my dearandyou'll excuse my mentioning it, but a
quiet blouse and a little chiffon, you know, will be quite sufficient.
It's your first evening, and early impressions do count for so much.
You understand me, I'm sure.
Anna was a little puzzled, but she only laughed.
Perhaps, as I've only just arrived, she remarked, I might be
forgiven if I do not change my skirt. I packed so hurriedly that it
will take me a long time to find my things.
Certainly, Mrs. White assured her. Certainly. I'll mention it.
You're tired, of course. This is your room. The gong will go at
seven-thirty. Don't be late if you can help it.
* * * * *
Anna was not late, but her heart sank within her when she entered
the drawing-room. It was not a hopeful looking group. Two or three
podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed
girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the
clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since
breakfast time. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of
pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some
unintelligible jargon of the City. What had she to do with such as
these? She had hard work to keep a smiling face, as Mrs. White, who had
risen to greet her, proceeded with a formal, and from Anna's point of
view, a wholly unnecessary round of introductions. And then suddenlya
relief. A young manalmost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother's
deep grey eyescame across the room to her.
You must be the Miss Pellissier of whom David has told me so much,
he said, shyly. I am very glad that you have come here. I heard from
David about you only this morning.
You are marvellously like your brother, Anna said, beaming upon
him. 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 PellissierMr. Brendon. Brendon and I are great chums, he went
on nervously. We are clerks in the same bank. 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 Brendona 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.
You really ought not to stay here and talk to us. It is a most
inauspicious start for you.
Dear me, Anna laughed, how unfortunate! What ought I to do?
Should I be forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein
of wool for the old lady in the yellow cap?
Don't speak of her irreverently, Brendon said, in an awed whisper.
Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to
see her in a carriage. I wish she wouldn't look like that at us over
Horace, the manservant, transformed now into the semblance of a
correctly garbed waiter, threw open the door.
Dinner is served, ma'am, he announced to Mrs. White.
There was no rush. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary
way, but on the other hand, there was no lingering. Anna found herself
next Sydney Courtlaw, with his friend close at hand. Opposite to her
was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of
obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar.
As a rule, Courtlaw told her softly, he talked right and left, and to
everybody throughout the whole of the mealto-night he was almost
silent, and seemed to devote his whole attention to staring at Anna.
After the first courses however she scarcely noticed him. Her two new
friends did their best to entertain her.
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. I had a vague sort of idea that this was
the region where one finds apartments, so I told my cabman to drive in
this direction while I sat inside his vehicle and endeavoured to form a
plan of campaign. He brought me past this house, and I thought I would
call and leave your brother's letter. Then I saw Mrs. White
No more, Sydney Courtlaw begged, laughingly. You were booked of
course. An unexpected vacancy, wasn't it? Every one comes in on
And they go?
When they get the chance. It really isn't so easy to go as it
seems. We have come to the conclusion, Brendon and I, that Mrs. White
is psychologically gifted. She throws a sort of spell over us all. We
struggle against it at first, but in the end we have to submit. She
calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. We simply
can't get away. There's that old gentleman at the end of the
tableBullding his name is. He will tell you confidentially that he
simply hates the place. Yet he's been here for six years, and he's as
much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. Everyone will grumble
to you confidentiallyMiss Ellicot, she's our swagger young lady, you
knowup there, next to Miss White, she will tell you that it is so out
of the world here, so far away from everyone one knows. Old Kesterton,
choleric-looking individual nearly opposite, will curse the cooking
till he's black in the face, but he never misses a dinner. The Semitic
looking young man opposite, who seems to have been committing you to
memory piecemeal, will tell you that he was never so bored in all his
life as he has been here. Yet he stays. They all stay!
And you yourself?
Oh, we are also under the spell, he declared, but I think that we
are here mainly because it is cheap. It is really cheap, you know. To
appreciate it you should try rooms.
Is this a fair sample of the dinner? Anna asked, who had the
healthy appetite of a strong young woman.
It is, if anything, a little above the average, Brendon admitted.
Anna said nothing. The young man opposite was straining his ears to
listen to their conversation. Mrs. White caught her eye, and smiled
benignly down the table.
I hope that Mr. Courtlaw is looking after you, Miss Pellissier,
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.
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
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.
Brendon leaned over confidentially.
You are in luck, Miss Pellissier, he declared. Your success here
is absolutely meteoric. Miss Ellicot has spoken to you, the great Mr.
Bullding is going to. For five minutes he has been trying to think of
something to say. I am not sure, but I believe that he has just thought
May I be prepared? Anna asked. Which is Mr. Bullding?
Stout old gentleman four places down on the left. Look out, it's
Anna raised her eyes, and caught the earnest gaze of an elderly
gentleman with a double chin, a protuberant under lip, and a
I was in Paris four years ago, Mr. Building announced solemnly.
It rained the whole of the time, but we saw all the sights, and the
place never seemed dull.
It takes a great deal of bad weather to depress the true Parisian,
A volatile temperamentyes, a volatile temperament, Mr. Bullding
repeated, rather struck with the phrase. It is a pity that as nations
we are not more friendly.
Anna nodded and turned again to Courtlaw.
I will not be drawn into a conversation with Mr. Bullding, she
declared. I believe that he would bore me. Tell me, what are these
bananas and nuts for?
Anna laid down her serviette.
Let us escape, she said. Couldn't we three go out and have some
coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me.
Brendon laughed softly.
We can, he said, and we will. But it is only fair to warn you
that it isn't expected. Mrs. White is proud of her drawing-room
evenings. There is a musical programme, and we have the windows open
and blinds up, and a pink lamp shade over the piano lampa sort of
advertisement of the place, you know. Strangers look in and long, and
neighbours are moved to envy.
Anna hesitated no longer. She almost sprang to her feet. Conscious
of Mrs. White's surprise as she swung easily down the room, followed by
the two young men, she smiled a careless explanation at her.
I am dying to renew my acquaintance with London, Mrs. White, she
You are not going outthis evening, I trust, that lady asked, a
Anna did not pause, but she looked over her shoulder with slightly
Why not? They tell me that London is impossible till after ten, and
I want my first impressions to be favourable.
There will be some coffee and music in the drawing-room in a few
minutes, Mrs. White said.
Thanks, I'm not very fond of coffee, Anna answered, and I hate
music. Good night.
Mrs. White gasped, and then stiffened. Miss Ellicot, who sang
ballads, and liked Brendon to turn over the pages for her, tossed her
head. Anna passed serenely out.
Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. She was alone, and the
mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. She
was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and
a little thinner. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with
unshed tears. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life.
There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated
to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits.
Nevertheless, she was still fighting.
There is one thing I must concentrate on at the moment, she told
herself, and that is how to pay my next week's bill to Mrs. White. It
ought not to be much. I have gone without dinner for three nights,
Sydney Courtlaw followed his timid knock. Anna raised her eyebrows
at the sight of him. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and
Is this a concession to Mrs. 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,
andBrendon and Iwe were afraid that you might be unwell.
Never better in my life, Anna declared briskly. I had lunch very
late to-day, and I did not get home in time for dinner.
She smiled grimly at the recollection of that lunchtea and roll at
a cheap café. Sydney was watching her eagerly.
I'm glad you're all right, he said, because we want you to do us
a favour. Brendon's had an awful stroke of luck.
I'm delighted, she exclaimed. Do tell me all about it.
He only heard this afternoon, Sydney continued. An uncle in New
York is dead, and has left him loads of money. A lawyer has come all
the way from America about it. We want to celebrate, and we want you to
help us. Brendon suggests supper at the Carlton. We meant to make it
dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. We thought of starting in
half an hour's time, and trying for a theatre somewhere on the way.
How delightful! exclaimed Anna. I should love to come. It is very
sweet of you to have waited for me. Run away now, please. I must see if
I have a gown fit to wear.
* * * * *
This, Anna declared, as she sipped her wine and looked around her,
reminds me more of Paris than any place I have yet seen. I suppose it
is the mirrors and decorations.
And the people? Brendon asked. What do you think of them?
Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders.
What can one say? she exclaimed. Did you ever see women so
weary-looking and so dowdy? They do not talk. They seem to spend their
time yawning and inspecting their neighbour's dresses through those
hateful glasses. It never seems to enter their heads to try and amuse
Two young men on their way down the room came suddenly to a
standstill before Anna. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly
groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition.
Miss Pellissier, isn't it? he said. Glad to see you in London. No
idea that you were here, though.
Anna looked up with a doubtful smile of non-recognition.
My name is certainly Pellissier, she said, but I am very sorryI
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 knowlast September I think it was.
Charley Pevenill was our host. My name is ArmytageLord Ernest
Anna had suddenly stiffened. She regarded the young man coldly. Her
tone was icy.
I am afraid that you are making a mistake, she said. I was never
at any such dinner, and I am quite sure that I do not know you.
Perhaps you remember me, Miss Pellissier, the second young man
interposed. I had the pleasure ofermeeting you more than once, I
A spot of colour flared in Anna's cheek as she glanced towards the
speaker. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his
deferential tone, maddened her.
To the best of my belief, she said, with quiet dignity, I have
never seen either of you before in my life.
For a fraction of a second the two young men hesitated. Then the
foremost bowed and passed on.
I am exceedingly sorry, he said. Pray accept my apologies.
And mine, murmured his companion, with the smile still lingering
upon his lips.
They took their places at a distant table. Anna sat quite still for
a moment, and then the colour suddenly returned to her cheeks. She
laughed softly, and leaned across the table.
Do not look so uncomfortable, both of you, she begged. Those
young men startled me at first, because they knew my name. I am quite
sure though that they did not mean to be rude.
Impudent beggars, Sydney growled. I never wanted to kick any one
so much in my life as that second fellow.
I think, Anna said, that it was only his manner. Do look at this
tragedy in mauve, who has just come in. What can she be? The wife of a
country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too.
What can she have done to deserve such a fate? Oh!
They both turned round at Anna's exclamation. A familiar figure was
making his way towards them. Sydney sprang up.
Why, it's David! he exclaimed. Hullo!
Courtlaw, haggard, his deep-set eyes more brilliant than ever, took
Anna's hand into his, and breathed a little close drawn sigh of
content. He was introduced to Brendon, and a chair was brought by an
attentive waiter. He declined supper, but took wine.
Have you dropped from the skies? Sydney asked wonderingly. It was
only yesterday I had your letter, and you never mentioned coming over.
I had some unexpected business, Courtlaw answered shortly.
And how did you find us here?
I called at Montague Street a few minutes after you had left. Mrs.
White told me where to find you.
He leaned back in his chair as though wearied. Yet either the rest
or the wine seemed already to have done him good. The lines about his
mouth gradually softened. He talked very little and rather absently. In
no way could he be said to contribute to the gaiety of the little
party. But when they were on their way out he whispered in Anna's ear.
Please let me drive you home. I want to talk to you, and I must
We are Mr. Brendon's guests, she said, and I scarcely think it
would be nice of me to leave him alone with Sydney.
Courtlaw turned abruptly to Brendon.
Mr. Brendon, he said, may I rob you of your guest just for the
drive home? I have only a few hours in England, and Miss Pellissier is
an old friend.
By all means, Brendon answered. We will follow you in another
They passed out on to the pavement, and the commissionaire called a
hansom. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and
as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand.
Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. It was a letter. She slipped
it calmly into her pocket. The commissionaire smiled. It was a
sovereign easily earned.
The hansom drove off. Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and
imprisoned in Courtlaw's burning fingers. She glanced into his face. It
I have stood it for a month, Anna, he exclaimed. You will not
even answer my letters. I could not keep away any longer.
Do you think that it was wise of you, or kind to come? she asked
Wise! Kind! What mockery words are! I came because I had to. I
cannot live without you, Anna. Come backyou must come back. We can be
married to-morrow in Paris. There! You are trying to take your hand
You disappoint me, she said wearily. You are talking like a boy.
What is the use of it? I do not wish to marry you. I do not wish to
return to Paris. You are doing your best to break our friendship.
It is you, he cried, you, who are talking folly, when you speak
of friendship between you and me. It is not the woman who speaks there.
It is the vapouring school girl. I tell you that I love you, Anna, and
I believe that you love me. You are necessary to me. I shall give you
my life, every moment and thought of my life. You must come back. See
what you have made of me. I cannot work, I cannot teach. You have grown
into my life, and I cannot tear you out.
Anna was silent. She was trembling a little. The man's passion was
infectious. She had to school herself to speak the words which she knew
would cut him like a knife.
You are mistaken, David. I have counted you, and always hoped to
count you, the best of my friends. But I do not love you. I do not love
I don't believe it, he answered hoarsely. We have come too close
together for me to believe it. You care for me a little, I know. I will
teach you how to make that little sufficient.
You came to tell me this?
I came for you, he declared fiercely.
The hansom sped through the crowded streets. Anna suddenly leaned
forward and looked around her.
We are not going the right way, she exclaimed.
You are coming my way, Courtlaw answered. Anna, he pleaded, be
merciful. You care for me just a little, I know. You are alone in the
world, you have no one save yourself to consider. Come back with me
to-night. Your old rooms are there, if you choose. I kept them on
myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of
it all nearly sent me mad.
Anna lifted her hand and pushed open the trap door.
Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman, she ordered.
The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. Courtlaw
sat with folded arms. He said nothing.
My friend, she said, no! Let me tell you this. Nothing would
induce me to marry you, or any man at present. I am a pauper, and as
yet I have not discovered how to earn money. I am determined to fight
my own little battle with the worldthere must be a place for me
somewhere, and I mean to find it. Afterwards, it may be different. If I
were to marry you now I should feel a dependent being all my lifea
sort of parasitical creature without blood or muscle. I should lose
every scrap of independenceeven my self-respect. However good you
were to me, and however happy I was in other ways, I should find this
All these things, he muttered bitterly, this desperate resolve to
take your life into your own hands, your unnatural craving for
independence, would never trouble you for a momentif you really
Then perhaps, she answered, with a new coldness in her tone,
perhaps I really do not care. No, don't interrupt me. I think that I
am a little disappointed in you. You appear to be amongst those strong
enough in all ordinary matters, but who seem to think it quite natural
and proper to give in at once and play the weakling directlyone
cares. Do you think that it makes for happiness to force oneself into
the extravagant belief that love is the only thing in the world worth
having, and to sacrifice for it independence, self-respect, one's whole
scheme of life. I cannot do it, David. Perhaps, as you say, I do not
really carebut I cannot do it.
He was strangely silent. He did not even reply to her for several
I cannot reason with you, he said at last wearily. I speak from
my heart, and you answer from your brain.
Believe me that I have answered you wisely, she said, in a gentler
tone, wisely for you too, as well as myself. And now you must go back,
take up your work and think all this over. Presently you will see that
I am right, and then you shall take your vacation over here, and we
will be good comrades again.
He smiled bitterly as he handed her from the cab. He declined to
Will you tell Sydney that I will see him in the morning, he said.
I am staying at the Savoy. He can come round there.
You will shake hands with me, please, she begged.
He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. Something he saw
there made him feel for a moment ashamed. He pressed the long shapely
hand warmly in his.
Good-bye, he said earnestly. Please forgive me. You are right.
She was able to go straight to her room without delay, and she at
once locked the door with a little sigh of relief. She found herself
struggling with a storm of tears.
A sob was strangled in her throat. She struggled fiercely not to
Oh, I am lonely, she moaned. I am lonely. If I could but
* * * * *
To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light
tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the
sobs kept rising in her throat. As she drew off her skirt she felt
something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the
commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. She tore open the envelope
and read it.
MY DEAR GIRL,
I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. The fact
is I was so glad to see you again that it never occurred to me
that a little discretion might be advisable. I'm afraid I'm a
terribly clumsy fellow.
I hope that you are going to allow me to see something of you
during your stay in London, for the sake of old times. Could
come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with
somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of
course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box
the theatre. I often think of those delightful evenings in
May we not repeat them once, at any rate, in London?
P.S. My address is 94, Pall Mall.
Anna read, and her cheeks grew slowly scarlet. She crushed the
letter in her hand.
I wonder, she murmured to herself, if this is the beginning.
Anna, notwithstanding her quiet clothes, a figure marvellously out
of accord with her surroundings, sat before a small marble-topped table
at a crowded A.B.C., and munched a roll and butter with hearty
If only I could afford another! she thought regretfully. I wonder
why I am always hungry nowadays. It is so ridiculous.
She lingered over her tea, and glancing around, a sudden reflection
on the change in her surroundings from the scene of her last night's
supper brought a faint, humorous smile to her lips.
In two days, she reflected, Mrs. White will present her bill. I
have one shilling and sevenpence halfpenny left. I have two days in
which to earn nearly thirty shillingsthat is with no dinners, and get
a situation. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at
So far, she continued, eyeing hungrily the last morsel of roll
which lay upon her plate, my only chance of occupation has lain with a
photographer who engaged me on the spot and insulted me in half an
hour. What beasts men are! I cannot typewrite, my three stories are
still wandering round, two milliners have refused me as a lay figure
because business was so bad. I am no use for a clerk, because I do not
understand shorthand. After all, I fancy that I shall have to apply for
a situation as a nursery governess who understands French. Faugh!
She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between
her long slim fingers. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for
remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. She
rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards.
She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses
or the tube. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had
already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. Asking her
way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and
crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Here she walked more slowly,
looking constantly at the notices in the shop windows. One she entered
and met with a sharp rebuff, which she appeared to receive unmoved. But
when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she
carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. It was just then
that she came face to face with Nigel Ennison.
He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair,
good-looking. Directly he saw Anna he accosted her. 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.
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 thenwithout a word to any one you
disappeared. Now we meet again, and you will scarcely look at me. You
seem altogether altered, too. Upon my wordyou are Miss Pellissier,
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 somehowand 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. It depresses one,
You look more like your old self when you smile, he remarked.
But, forgive me, you are tired. Won't you come and have some tea with
me? There is a new place in Bond Street, he hastened to say, where
everything is very well done, and they give us music, if that is any
attraction to you.
She hesitated and looked for a moment straight into his eyes. He
certainly bore inspection. He was tall and straight, and his expression
I will comewith pleasure, she said, if you will promise to
treat me as a new acquaintancenot to refer toParisat all.
I promise, he answered heartily. Allow me.
He took his place by her side, and they talked lightly of London,
the shops and people. They found a cosy little table in the tea-rooms,
and everything was delicious. Anna, with her marvellous capacity for
enjoyment, ate cakes and laughed, and forgot that she had had tea an
hour or so ago at an A.B.C., or that she had a care in the world.
By-the-bye, he said, presently, your sister was married to old
Ferringhall the other day, wasn't she? I saw the notice in the papers.
Anna never flinched. But after the first shock came a warm glow of
relief. After all, it was what she had been praying forand Annabel
could not have known her address.
My sister and I, she said slowly, have seen very little of each
other lately. I fancy that Sir John does not approve of me.
Ennison shrugged his shoulders.
Sort of man who can see no further than his nose, he remarked
contemptuously. Fearful old fogey! I can't imagine any sister of yours
putting up with him for a moment. I thought perhaps you were staying
with them, as you did not seem particularly anxious to recognize your
Anna shook her head.
No, I am alone, she answered.
Then we must try and make London endurable for you, he remarked
cheerfully. What night will you dine and go to the theatre with
me?and how about Hurlingham on Saturday?
Anna shook her head.
Thank you, she said coolly. Those things are not for me just at
He was obviously puzzled. Anna sighed as she reflected that her
sister had simply revelled in her indiscretions.
Come, he said, you can't be meaning to bury yourself. There must
be something we can do. What do you say to Brighton
Anna looked at him quietlyand he never finished his sentence.
May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town? he
inquired deferentially. Perhaps your engagements are made for you.
I am staying, she answered coolly, at a small boarding-house near
He dropped his eye-glass with a clatter.
At a boarding-house? he gasped.
Yes. I am an independent sort of person, she continued, and I am
engaged in an attempt to earn my own living. You don't happen to know
of any one, I suppose, who wants a nursery governess, or a
clerkwithout shorthandor 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. You would not have the slightest difficulty.
She laughed softly to herself.
Do you know, she confessed, I never thought of that?
He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could
possibly be in earnest.
I cannot conceive, he said, how any other occupation could ever
have occurred to you. You do not need me to remind you of your success
at Paris. The papers are continually wondering what has become of
'Alcide.' Your name alone would fill any music hall in London.
Again that curious smile which puzzled him so much parted her lips
for a moment.
Dear me, she said, I fancy you exaggerate my fame. I can't
imagine Londonersparticularly interested in me.
He shrugged his shoulders. Even now he was not at all sure that she
was not playing with him. There were so many things about her which he
could not understand. She began to draw on her gloves thoughtfully.
I am very much obliged for the tea, she said. This is a charming
place, and I have enjoyed the rest.
It was a delightful piece of good fortune that I should have met
you, he answered. I hope that whatever your plans may be, you will
give me the opportunity of seeing something of you now and then.
I am afraid, she said, preceding him down the narrow stairs, that
I am going to be too busy to have much time for gadding about. However,
I daresay that we shall come across one another before long.
That is provokingly indefinite, he answered, a little ruefully.
Won't you give me your address?
She shook her head.
It is such a very respectable boarding-house, she said. I feel
quite sure that Mrs. White would not approve of callers.
I have a clue, at any rate, he remarked, smiling. I must try the
I wish you good luck, she answered. There are a good many Whites
May I put you in a hansom? he asked, lifting his stick.
For Heaven's sake, no, she answered quickly. Do you want to ruin
me? I shall walk back.
I may come a little way, then? he begged.
If you think it worth while, she answered doubtfully.
Apparently he thought it very much worth while. Restraining with an
effort his intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only,
trying his best to entertain her. He succeeded so well that they were
almost in Montague Street before Anna stopped short.
Heavens! she exclaimed. I have brought you very nearly to my
door. Go back at once, please.
He held out his hand obediently.
I'll go, he said, but I warn you that I shall find you out.
For a moment she was grave.
Well, she said. 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 mecan't I be of any assistance?
He was obviously in earnest. His tone was kind and sympathetic.
You are very good, she said. Indeed I shall not forget your
offer. But just now there is nothing which you or anybody can do.
He was dismissed, and he understood it. Anna crossed the street, and
letting herself in at No. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to
her room. She was in excellent spirits, and it was not until she had
taken off her hat, and was considering the question of dinner or no
dinner, that she remembered that another day had passed, and she was
not a whit nearer being able to pay her to-morrow's bill.
Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in
London. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much
alike. Besides, she had admitted her identity. And yethe thought of
the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about
her, his own few minutes' whispered love-making! He was a
self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the
things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which
he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom
he had just left. He went over her features one by one in his mind.
They were the same. He could not doubt it. 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 Pellissierthe soul of a very different order of being.
He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he
found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which
he belonged. After the usual laconic greetings, he drew him on one
Fred, he said, do you remember taking me to dinner at the
'Ambassador's,' one evening last September, to meet a girl who was
singing there? 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.
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. I heard that she had chucked her show at the French places
and gone in for a reform all round. Sister's got married to that
Ennison took an easy chair.
What a little brick! he murmured. She must have character. It's
no half reform either. What do you know about her, Fred? I am
Meddoes turned round from the table on which he was practising shots
and shrugged his shoulders.
Not much, he answered, and yet about all there is to be known, I
fancy. There were two sisters, you know. Old Jersey and Hampshire
family, the Pellissiers, and a capital stock, too, I believe.
Any one could see that the girls were ladies, Ennison murmured.
No doubt about that, Meddoes continued. The father was in the
army, and got a half-pay job at St. Heliers. Died short, I suppose, and
the girls had to shift for themselves. One went in for painting, kept
straight and married old Ferringhall a week or so agothe Lord help
her. The other kicked over the traces a bit, made rather a hit with her
singing at some of those French places, and went the pace in a mild,
ladylike sort of way. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. If
she's over, he probably knows all about it.
Ennison looked steadily at the cigarette which he was tapping on his
So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh? he remarked.
No doubt about that, I fancy, Meddoes answered lightly. He ran
some Austrian fellow off. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you
know. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion
and eyes, and a style about her, too. Care for a hundred up?
Ennison shook his head.
Can't stop, thanks, he answered. See you to-night, I suppose?
He sauntered off.
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. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall
rounded upon them all at the club.
Sounds interesting, Ennison remarked. May I hear?
It really isn't much to tell, Drummond answered. You know what a
fearful old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole
world were watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he
wouldn't have any of it. Talked about his years, his position and his
constituents, and always sneaked off back to his hotel just when the
fun was going to begin. Well one night, some of us saw him, or thought
we saw him, at a café dining with 'Alcide,'as a matter of fact, it
seems that it was her sister. He came into the club next day, and of
course we went for him thick. Jove, he didn't take to it kindly, I can
tell you. Stood on his dignity and shut us up in great style. It seems
that he was a sort of family friend of the Pellissiers, and it was the
artist sister whom he was with. The joke of it is that he's married to
her now, and cuts me dead.
I suppose, Ennison said, the likeness between the sisters must be
I never saw the goody-goody one close to, so I can't say, Drummond
answered. Certainly I was a little way off at the café, and she had a
hat and veil on, but I could have sworn that it was 'Alcide.'
Is 'Alcide' still in Paris? Ennison asked.
Don't think so, Drummond answered. I heard the other day that
she'd been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great
dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. Anyhow,
she's disappeared for some reason or other. Perhaps Ferringhall has
pensioned her off. He's the sort of johnny who wouldn't care about
having a sister-in-law on the loose.
Ennison here thought he saw her in London, Meddoes remarked.
Very likely. The two sisters were very fond of one another, I
believe. Perhaps Sir John is going to take the other one under his
wing. Who's for a rubber of whist?
Ennison made so many mistakes that he was glad to cut out early in
the evening. He walked across the Park and called upon his sister.
Is Lady Lescelles in? he asked the butler.
Her ladyship dined at home, the man answered. I have just ordered
a carriage for her. I believe that her ladyship is going to Carey
House, and on to the Marquis of Waterford's ball, he added, hastily
consulting a diary on the hall table.
A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the
Is that you, Nigel? she asked. I hope you are going to Carey
He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit
apartment on the ground floor.
Come in here a moment, will you, Blanche, he said. I want to
speak to you.
She assented, smiling. He was her only brother, and she his
favourite sister. He closed the door.
I want to ask you a question, he said. A serious question.
She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him.
You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not
marry. Supposing I made up my mind to marry some one of good enough
family, but who was in a somewhat doubtful position, concerning whose
antecedents, in fact there was a certain amount of scandal. Would you
stand by meand her?
My dear Nigel! she exclaimed. Are you serious?
You know very well that I should never joke on such a subject.
Mind, I am anticipating events. Nothing is settled upon. It may be, it
probably will all come to, nothing. But I want to know whether in such
an event you would stand by me?
She held out her hand.
You can count upon me, Nigel, she said. But for you Dad would
never have let me marry Lescelles. He was only a younger son, and you
know what trouble we had. I am with you through thick and thin, Nigel.
He kissed her, and handed her into the carriage. Then he went back
to his rooms and lit a cigar.
There are two things to be done, he said softly to himself. The
first is to discover what she is here for, and where she is staying.
The second is to somehow meet Lady Ferringhall. These fellows must be
right, he added thoughtfully, and yetthere's a mystery somewhere.
On Saturday mornings there was deposited on the plate of each guest
at breakfast time, a long folded paper with Mrs. White's compliments.
Anna thrust hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left
the house without a smile upon her face. She was practically destitute
of jewellery. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very
scanty lunch. Another day of non-success would mean many disagreeable
And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource
of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. She mounted the stairs of
the theatrical agent's office with very much less than her usual
buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance
of the room into which she was shown. There was already a score or more
of people there, some standing up and talking together, others seated
in chairs ranged along the wall. Beyond was another door, on which was
painted in black letters:
Every one stared at Anna. Anna stared back at every one with
undaunted composure. A young man with shiny frock coat and very high
collar, advanced towards her languidly.
Want to see Mr. Earles? he inquired.
I do, Anna answered. Here is my card. Will you take it in to
The young man smiled in a superior manner.
Have to take your turn, he remarked laconically. There's twenty
before you, and Mr. Earles is going out at twelve sharpimportant
engagement. Better come another morning.
Thank you, Anna answered. I will take my chance.
She removed some posters from a chair, and seated herself coolly.
The young man looked at her.
Unless you have an appointment, which you haven't, he said,
you'll only waste your time here.
I can spare it, Anna answered suavely.
The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a
yellow-haired young person near the door. Anna picked up an ancient
magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. The
conversation which her entrance had interrupted began to buzz again all
around her. A quarter of an hour passed. Then the inner door opened
abruptly. A tall, clean-shaven man came out and walked rapidly through
the room, exchanging greetings right and left, but evidently anxious to
avoid being detained. Mr. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of
his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair,
waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. A
florid-looking young woman rose up and accosted him eagerly.
I'm next, Mr. Earles, she exclaimed. Been sitting on the doorstep
almost for two hours.
In a minute, in a minute, he answered, his eyes fixed upon Anna.
Reuben, come here.
The young man obeyed the summons. His employer retreated into the
further apartment, leaving the door ajar.
What's that young lady's namegirl in dark brown, stranger here?
Mr. Earles asked sharply.
The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. A
sense of impending disaster was upon him. Mr. Earles glanced at it, and
his eyes flashed with anger.
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 took a good deal to surprise Anna, but it was all she could do to
follow Mr. Earles with composure into the inner room. There was a
little murmur of consternation from the waiting crowd, and the florid
young woman showed signs of temper, to which Mr. Earles was absolutely
indifferent. He installed Anna in a comfortable easy chair, and placed
his own between her and the door.
Come, he said, this is capital, capital. It was only a few months
ago that I told you you must come to London, and you only laughed at
me. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too.
By-the-bye, he added, in a suddenly altered tone, I hope, I
trustthat you have not entered into any arrangements with any one
Ioh no! Anna said, a little faintly. I have made no
arrangements as yetnone at all.
Mr. Earles recovered his spirits.
Excellent! he exclaimed. Your arrival is really most opportune.
The halls are on the lookout for something new. By-the-bye, do you
Anna looked and gasped. An enormous poster almost covered one side
of the wallthe poster. The figure of the girl upon it in plain
black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and
astonishing likeness of herself. It was her figure, her style of dress,
her manner of arranging the hair. Mr. Earles regarded it approvingly.
A wonderful piece of work, he declared. A most wonderful
likeness, too. 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
I suppose, Mr. Earles, she said, that if I were to tell you that
although that poster was designed from a rough study of me, and
although my name is Pellissier, that nevertheless, I am not 'Alcide'
would you believe me?
You can try it on, if you like, Mr. Earles remarked genially. My
only answer would be to ask you to look at that mirror and then at the
poster. The poster is of 'Alcide.' It's a duplicate of the French one.
Anna got up and looked at the mirror and then at the poster. The
likeness was ridiculous.
Well? she said, sitting down again. I want an engagement.
Capital! Mr. Earles declared. Any choice as to which of the
Halls? You can pick and choose, you know. I recommend the 'Unusual.'
I have no choice, Anna declared.
I can get you, Mr. Earles said, slowly, keeping his eyes fixed
upon her, forty at the 'Unusual,' two turns, encores voluntary, six
for matinées. We should not bar any engagements at private houses, but
in other respects the arrangement must be exclusive.
Forty what? Anna asked bewildered.
Guineas, of course, Mr. Earles answered, glibly. Forty guineas a
week. I mentioned sixty, I believe, when I was in Paris, but there are
expenses, and just now business is bad.
Anna was speechless, but she had presence of mind enough to sit
still until she had recovered herself. Mr. Earles watched her
anxiously. She appeared to be considering.
Of course, he ventured, I could try for more at the 'Alhambra.'
Very likely they would give
I should be satisfied with the sum you mention, Anna said quietly,
but there are difficulties.
Don't use such a word, my dear young lady, Mr. Earles said
persuasively. Difficulties indeed. We'll make short work of them.
I hope that you may, Anna answered enigmatically. In the first
place, I have no objection to the posters, as they have no name on
them, but I do not wish to appear at all upon the stage as 'Alcide.' If
you engage me it must be upon my own merits. You are taking it for
granted that I am 'Alcide.' As a matter of fact, I am not.
Excuse me, Mr. Earles said, but this is rubbish.
Call it what you like, Anna answered. I can sing the songs
'Alcide' sang, and in the same style. But I will not be engaged as
'Alcide' or advertised under that name.
Mr. Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully. Then a
light seemed to break in upon him. He slapped his knee.
By Jove! he exclaimed. Of course, I remember now. It was your
sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn't it?
It was, she admitted.
You needn't say a word more, Mr. Earles declared. I see the
difficulty. The old fool's been working on you through your sister to
keep off the stage. He's a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir
Johndoesn't know what an artist is. It's awkward, but we'll get round
it somehow. Now I'll tell you what I propose. Let me run you for six
months. I'll give you, say, thirty-five guineas a week clear of
expenses, and half of anything you earn above the two turns a night.
What do you say?
I agree, Anna said coldly, if you will make it three months.
Better say six, Mr. Earles protested, seating himself before the
desk, and dipping his pen in the ink.
Four, Anna decided firmly. I shall not agree to six.
It scarcely gives me a chance, Mr. Earles said, with a resigned
sigh, but I shall rely upon you to stick to me so long as I do the
right thing by you. You can't do without an agent, and there's no one
can run you better than I can.
You must also put in the agreement, Anna said, that I do not
represent myself to be 'Alcide,' and that I am not advertised to the
public by that name.
Mr. Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation.
Come this way, he said.
He opened the door of still another room, in one corner of which was
a grand piano. He seated himself before it.
Go to the far corner, he said, and sing the last verse of Les
He struck a note, and Anna responded. Playing with one hand he
turned on his stool to glance at her. Instinctively she had fallen into
the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly
forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the
song. Mr. Earles closed the piano with a little bang.
You are a funny, a very funny young lady, he said, but we waste
time here. You do not need my compliments. We will get on with the
agreement and you shall have in it whatever rubbish you like.
Anna laughed, and went back to her easy chair. She knew that her
voice was superior to Annabel's, and she had no further qualms. Whilst
she was wondering how to frame her request for an advance, Mr. Earles
drew out his cheque book.
You will not object, he said, glancing towards her, to accepting
a deposit. It is customary even where an agreement is drawn.
I shall have no objection at all, Anna assured him.
He handed her a cheque for thirty-one pounds, ten shillings, and
read the agreement through to her. Anna took up the pen, and signed,
after a moment's hesitation,
I will send you a copy, Mr. Earles said, rubbing his hands
together, by post. Now, will you do me the honour of lunching with me,
Perhaps, he queried, you wish to avoid being seen about with any
oneerconnected 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
You are very good, Mr. Earles, Anna said. I think, perhaps if you
will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon.
Just as you wish, Mr. Earles declared good-humouredly, but I
shall not let you go without drinking a glass of wine to our success.
He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small
gold-foiled bottle. The cork came out with a loud pop, and Anna could
not help wondering how it must sound to the patient little crowd
outside. She drank her glass of wine, however, and clanked glasses
good-naturedly with Mr. Earles.
You must leave me your address if you please, he said, as she rose
She wrote it down. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made
I shall probably want you to come down to the 'Unusual' to-morrow
morning, he said. Bring any new songs you may have.
Anna nodded, and Mr. Earles attended her obsequiously to the door.
She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the
streetalone. It was a brief solitude, however. A young man, who had
been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of
the way, came quickly over to her. She looked up, and recognized Mr.
The external changes in Brendon following on his alteration of
fortune were sufficiently noticeable. From head to foot he was attired
in the fashionable garb of the young man of the moment. Not only that,
but he carried himself erectthe slight slouch which had bent his
shoulders had altogether disappeared. He came to her at once, and
turning, walked by her side.
Now I should like to know, she said, looking at him with a quiet
smile, what you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring
neighbourhood for walking about by yourself.
I plead guilty, Miss Pellissier, he answered at once. I saw you
go into that place, and I have been waiting for you ever since.
I am not sure whether I feel inclined to scold or thank you, she
declared. I think as I feel in a good humour it must be the latter.
He faced her doggedly.
Miss Pellissier, he said, I am going to take a liberty.
You alarm me, she murmured, smiling.
Don't think that I have been playing the spy upon you, he
continued. Neither Sydney nor I would think of such a thing. But we
can't help noticing. You have been going out every morning, and coming
home latetired outtoo tired to come down to dinner. Forgive me, but
you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?
Quite true! she answered. I have found out at last what a useless
person I amfrom a utilitarian point of view. It has been very
And that, I suppose, he said, waving his stick towards Mr. Earles'
office, was your last resource.
It certainly was, she admitted. I changed my last shilling
He was silent for a moment or two. His lips were tight drawn. His
eyes flashed as he turned towards her.
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. You might have spared yourself many useless journeys and
disappointments, and us a good deal of anxiety. Instead, you are
willing to go to a place like that where you ought not to be allowed to
think of showing yourself.
Why not? she asked quietly.
The very question shows your ignorance, he declared. You know
nothing about the stage. You haven't an idea what the sort of
employment you could get there would be like, the sort of people you
would be mixed up with. It is positively hateful to think of it.
She laid her fingers for a moment upon his arm.
Mr. Brendon, she said, if I could ask for advice, or borrow money
from any one, I would from youthere! But I cannot. I never could. I
suppose I ought to have been a man. You see, I have had to look after
myself so long that I have developed a terrible bump of independence.
Such independence, he answered quickly, is a vice. You see to
what it has brought you. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl,
or super, or something of that sort.
You do not flatter me, she laughed.
I am too much in earnest, he answered, to be able to take this
I am rebuked, she declared. I suppose my levity is incorrigible.
But seriously, things are not so bad as you think.
They never seem so at first! he said.
You do not quite understand, she said gently. I will tell you the
truth. It is true that I have accepted an engagement from Mr. Earles,
but it is a good one. I am not going to be a chorus girl, or even a
super. I have never told you so, or Sydney, but I can singrather
well. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was
quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing
professionally or try painting. I made a wrong choice, it seemsbut my
You are really going on the stage, then? he said slowly.
In a senseyes.
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. Then she burst into a peal of
My dear boy, she exclaimed. How ridiculous! Fancy you with all
that money! For heaven's sake, though, do not go about playing the Don
Quixote like this. It doesn't matter with me, but there are at least a
dozen young women in Mr. Earles' waiting-room who would march you
straight off to a registrar's office.
You have not answered my question, he reminded her.
Nor am I going to, she answered, smiling. I am going to ignore
it. It was really very nice of you, but to-morrow you will laugh at it
as I do now.
Is it necessary, he said, for me to tell you
Stop, please, she said firmly.
Brendon was silent.
Do not force me to take you seriously, she continued. I like to
think of your offer. It was impulsive and natural. Now let us forget
I understand, he said, doggedly.
And you must please not look at me as though I were an
executioner, she declared lightly. I will tell you something if you
like. One of the reasons why I left Paris and came to London was
because there was a man there who wanted me to marry him. I really
cared for him a little, but I am absolutely determined not to marry for
some time at any rate. I do not want to get only a second-hand flavour
of life. One can learn and understand only by personal experience, by
actual contact with the realities of life. I did not want anything made
smooth and easy for me. That is why I would not marry this man whom I
did and whom I do care for a little. Later onwell then the time may
come. Then perhaps I shall send for him if he has not forgotten.
I do not know who he is, Brendon said quietly, but he will not
Anna shrugged her shoulders lightly.
Who can tell? she said. Your sex is a terrible fraud. It is
generally deficient in the qualities it prides itself upon most. Men do
not understand constancy as women do.
Brendon was not inclined to be led away from the point.
We will take it then, he said, that you have refused or ignored
one request I have made you this morning. I have yet another. Let me
lend you some money. Between comrades it is the most usual thing in the
world, and I do not see how your sex intervenes. Let me keep you from
that man's clutches. Then we can look out together for such
employmentas would be more suitable for you. I know London better
than you, and I have had to earn my own living. You cannot refuse me
He looked at her anxiously, and she met his glance with a dazzling
smile of gratitude.
Indeed, she said, I would not. But it is no longer necessary. I
cannot tell you much about it, but my bad times are over for the
present. I will tell you what you shall give me, if you like.
Lunch! I am hungrytragically hungry.
He called for a hansom.
After all, he said, I am not sure that you are not a very
I am convinced of it, she answered. Let us go to that little
place at the back of the Palace. I'm not half smart enough for the West
Wherever you like! he answered, a little absently.
They alighted at the restaurant, and stood for a moment in the
passage looking into the crowded room. Suddenly a half stifled
exclamation broke from Anna's lips. Brendon felt his arm seized. In a
moment they were in the street outside. Anna jumped into a waiting
Tell him to driveanywhere, she exclaimed.
Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by
her side. She was looking anxiously at the entrance to the restaurant.
The commissionaire stood there, tall and imperturbable. There was no
one else in the doorway. She leaned back in the corner of the cab with
a little sigh of relief. A smile flickered upon her lips as she glanced
towards Brendon, who was very serious indeed. Her sense of humour could
not wholly resist his abnormal gravity.
I am so sorry to have startled you, she said, but I was startled
myself. I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should
never meet again. I hopeI am sure that he did not see me.
He certainly did not follow you out, Brendon answered.
His back was towards me, Anna said. I saw his face in a mirror. I
London is a huge place, Brendon said. Even if he lives here you
may go all your life and never come face to face with him again.
Anna, notwithstanding her momentary fright in the middle of the day,
was in high spirits. She felt that for a time at any rate her
depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. She had
paid her bill, and she had enough left in her purse to pay many such.
Beyond that everything was nebulous. She knew that in her new rôle she
was as likely as not to be a rank failure. But the relief from the
strain of her immediate necessities was immense. She had been in the
drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had
chattered gaily to every one. Now, in her old place, she was doing her
best thoroughly to enjoy a most indifferent dinner.
Your brother has gone? she asked Sydney, between the courses.
Yes. David left this afternoon. I do not think that he has quite
got over his surprise at finding you established here.
After all, why should he be surprised? she remarked. Of course,
one lives differently in Paris, but thenParis is Paris. I think that
a boarding-house is the very best place for a woman who wants to
develop her sense of humour. Only I wish that it did not remind one so
much of a second-hand clothes shop.
Sydney looked at her doubtfully.
Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean, he
remarked. He looks as though he did, at any rate. I don't! Please
She laughed gailyand she had a way when she laughed of throwing
back her head and showing her beautiful white teeth, so that mirth from
her was a thing very much to be desired.
Look round the table, she said. Aren't we all just odds and ends
of humanitythe left-overs, you know. There is something
inconglomerate about us. We are amiable to one another, but we don't
mix. We can't.
You and I and Brendon get on all right, don't we? Sydney objected.
But that's quite different, replied Anna. You are neither of you
in the least like the ordinary boarding-house young man. You don't wear
a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night's shirt,
or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening,
or play at being musical. Besides
She stopped short. She herself, and one other there, recognized the
interposition of something akin to tragedy. A thickly-set, sandy young
man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered
the room. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest,
and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen
better days. He bowed awkwardly to Mrs. White, who held out her hand
and beamed a welcome upon him.
Now isn't this nice! that lady exclaimed. I'm sure we're all
delighted to see you again, Mr. Hill. I do like to see old friends back
here. If there's any one here whom you have not met I will make you
acquainted with them after dinner. Will you take your old place by Miss
Miss Ellicot swept aside her skirts from the vacant chair and
welcomed the newcomer with one of her most engaging smiles.
We were afraid that you had deserted us for good, Mr. Hill, she
said graciously. I suppose Paris is very, very distracting. You must
come and tell me all about it, although I am not sure whether we shall
forgive you for not having written to any of us.
Mr. Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations
around the table.
Thank you, ma'am. Glad to get back, I'm sure, he said briskly.
Looks like old times here, I see. Sorry I'm a bit late the first
evening. Got detained in the City, and
Then he met the fixed, breathless gaze of those wonderful eyes from
the other side of the table, and he, too, broke off in the middle of
his sentence. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. His
large, coarse lips drew wider apart. Slowly a mirthless and very
unpleasant smile dawned upon his face.
Great Scott! he exclaimed huskily. Whyit'sit's you!
Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. The girl
regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. Only in her eyes there seemed
to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man's clothes and
manners were alike undesirable things.
Are you speaking to me? she asked calmly. I am afraid that you
are making a mistake. I am quite sure that I do not know you.
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 areor rather you were he
corrected himself with an unpleasant little laugh, Miss Pellissier,
A little sensation followed upon his words. Miss Ellicot pursed her
lips and sat a little more upright. The lady whose husband had been
Mayor of Hartlepool looked at Anna and sniffed. Mrs. White became
conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face.
She was obliged, as she explained continually to every one who cared to
listen, to be so very particular. On the other hand the two young men
who sat on either side of Anna were already throwing murderous glances
at the newcomer.
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 iteven their names. But
Something seemed to catch his breath. He never finished his
sentence. There was a moment's breathless and disappointed silence. If
only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. Anna was
no favourite at No. 13 Montague Street.
She shrugged her shoulders.
You appear, she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and
with unruffled composure, to be a very impertinent person. Do you mind
talking to some one else.
Mrs. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile
designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters.
Come, she said. We mustn't have any unpleasantness, and Mr.
Hill's first night back amongst us, too. No doubt there's some little
mistake. We all get deceived sometimes. Mr. Hill, I hope you won't find
everything cold. You're a little late, you must remember, and we are
punctual people here.
I shall do very well, thank you, ma'am, he answered shortly.
Sydney and Brendon vied with one another in their efforts to engage
Anna in conversation, and Miss Ellicot, during the momentary lull,
deemed it a favourable opportunity to recommence siege operations. The
young man was mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious
attempts of several of the other guests to draw him into conversation.
Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention
apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna
with a curious mixture of expressions on his face.
Anna rose a few minutes before the general company. At the same time
Sydney and Brendon also vacated their places. To reach the door they
had to pass the end of the table, and behind the chair where Mr. Hill
was seated. He rose deliberately to his feet and confronted them.
I should like to speak to you for a few minutes, he said to Anna,
dropping his voice a little. It is no good playing a game. We had
better have it over.
She eyed him scornfully. In any place her beauty would have been an
uncommon thing. Here, where every element of her surroundings was
tawdry and commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and
appearance, it was striking.
I do not know you, she said coldly. I have nothing to say to
He stood before the door. Brendon made a quick movement forward. She
laid her hand upon his arm.
Please don't, she said. It really is not necessary. Be so good as
to let me pass, sir, she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the
This is all rot! he declared angrily. You can't think that I'm
fool enough to be put off like this.
She glanced at Brendon, who stood by her side, tall and threatening.
Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. A faint, delightfully
humorous smile parted her lips.
After all, she said, if this person will not be reasonable, I am
It was enough. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man's
Be so good as to stand away from that door at once, sir, Brendon
Hill lost a little of his truculency. He knew very well that his
muscles were flabby, and his nerve by no means what it should be. He
was no match for Brendon. He yielded his place and struck instead with
his tongue. He turned to Mrs. White.
I'm sorry, ma'am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,
he pointed to Anna, is my wife.
The sensation produced was gratifying enough. The man's statement
was explicit, and spoken with confidence. Every one looked at Anna. For
a moment she too had started and faltered in her exit from the room.
Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself.
She caught her breath, and her eyes were lit with a sudden terror. She
recovered herself, however, with amazing facility. Scarcely any one
noticed the full measure of her consternation. From the threshold she
looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face.
What you have said is a ridiculous falsehood, she declared
scornfully. I do not even know who you are.
She swept out of the room. Hill would have followed her, but Mrs.
White and Miss Ellicot laid each a hand upon his arm, one on either
side. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way
* * * * *
It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a
partition right across it. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney
dragged out the spirit-lamp and set it going. Anna opened a cupboard
and produced cups and saucers and a tin of coffee.
Only four spoonsful left, she declared briskly, and your turn to
buy the next pound, Sydney.
Right! he answered. I'll bring it to-morrow. Fresh ground, no
chicory, and all the rest of it. ButMiss Pellissier!
Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn't you
rather be alone? Just say the word, and we'll clear out like a shot.
She laughed softly.
You are afraid, she said, that the young man who thinks that he
is my husband has upset me.
The girl looked into the two indignant faces and held out both her
You're very nice, both of you, she said gently. But I'm afraid
you are going to be in a hopeless minority here as regards me.
They eyed her incredulously.
You can't imagine, Sydney exclaimed, that the people downstairs
will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that.
Anna measured out the coffee. Her eyes were lit with a gleam of
humour. After all, it was really rather funny.
Well, I don't know, she said thoughtfully. I always notice that
people find it very easy to believe what they want to believe, and you
see I'm not in the least popular. Miss Ellicot, for instance, considers
me a most improper person.
Miss Ellicot! That old cat! Sydney exclaimed indignantly.
Miss Ellicot! Brendon echoed. As if it could possibly matter what
such a person thinks of you.
Anna laughed outright.
You are positively eloquent to-nightboth of you, she declared.
But, you see, appearances are very much against me. He knew my name,
and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn't risk
claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. He was painfully
in earnest, too. I think you will find that his story will be believed,
whatever I say; and in any case, if he is going to stay on here, I
shall have to go away.
Don't say that, Sydney begged. We will see that he never annoys
Anna shook her head.
He is evidently a friend of Mrs. White's, she said, and if he is
going to persist in this delusion, we cannot both remain here. I'd
rather not go, she added. This is much the cheapest place I know of
where things are moderately clean, and I should hate rooms all by
myself. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot
down upon one from the skies.
And such a beast of a one, Sydney remarked vigorously.
Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully.
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. Might we ask you if you have ever seen him, if you knew
him at all before this evening?
She stood up suddenly, and turning her back to them, looked steadily
out of the window. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of
boarding-houses and apartments. The steps, even the pavements, were
invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat
of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for
evening dress in Montague Street. The sound of their strident voices
floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the
shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their
male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. A young man
was playing the banjo. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out
a pot pourri of popular airs. Anna raised her eyes. Above the
housetops it was different. She drew a long breath. After all, why need
one look down. Always the other things remained.
I think, she said, that I would rather not have anything to say
about that man.
It isn't necessary, they both declared breathlessly.
Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. He glanced at
Let us walk round to Covent Garden, he suggested. I daresay the
gallery will be full, but there is always the chance, and I know you
two are keen on Melba.
The girl shook her head.
Not to-night, she said. I have to go out.
They hesitated. As a rule their comings and goings were discussed
with perfect confidence, but on this occasion they both felt that there
was intent in her silence as to her destination. Nevertheless Sydney,
clumsily, but earnestly, had something to say about it.
I am afraidI really think that one of us ought to go with you,
he said. That beast of a fellow is certain to be hanging about.
She shook her head.
It is a secret mission, she declared. There are policemenand
You shall not need either, Brendon said grimly. We will see that
he doesn't follow you.
She thanked him with a look and rose to her feet.
Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation, she said, smiling.
I expect it is pretty well in shreds by now. To-morrow morning I shall
have made up my mind what to do.
Anna looked about her admiringly. It was just such a bedroom as she
would have chosen for herself. The colouring was green and white, with
softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle
of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered
all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances.
Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathrooma vision of luxury,
out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed
by a maid presently appeared.
Too bad to keep you waiting, Annabel exclaimed. I'm really very
sorry. Collins, you can go now. I will ring if I want you.
The maid discreetly withdrew, and Anna stood transfixed, gazing with
puzzled frown at her sister.
Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself,
child? she exclaimed.
Annabel laughed a little uneasily.
The very question, my dear sister, she said, tells me that I have
succeeded. Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever
think that we were sisters. Don't you think that the shade of my hair
There is nothing particular the matter with the shade, Anna
answered, but it is not nearly so becoming as before you touched it.
And what on earth do you want to darken your eyebrows and use so much
make-up for at your age? You're exactly twenty-three, and you're got up
as much as a woman of forty-five.
Annabel shrugged her shoulders.
I only use the weeniest little dab of rouge, she declared, and it
is really necessary, because I want to get rid of the 'pallor effect.'
Anna made no remark. Her disapproval was obvious enough. Annabel saw
it, and suddenly changed her tone.
You are very stupid, Anna, she said. Can you not understand? It
is of no use your taking my identity and all the burden of my
iniquities upon your dear shoulders if I am to be recognized the moment
I show my face in London. That is why I have dyed my hair, that is why
I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe and altered my whole style
of dress. Upon my word, Anna, she declared, with a strange little
laugh, you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago
than I am myself.
A sudden sense of the gravity of this thing came home to Anna. Her
sister's words were true. They had changed identities absolutely. It
was not for a week or a month. It was for ever. A cold shiver came over
her. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in
different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. Annabel had taken
her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own
friends, gone her own way. Anna never knew whither it had led
hersometimes she had fears. It was her past now, not Annabel's.
It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister, Annabel
remarked, throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands
over her head. To tell you the truth, I am a little dull.
Where is your husband? Anna asked.
He is addressing a meeting of his constituents somewhere, Annabel
answered. I do not suppose he will be home till late. Tell me how are
you amusing yourself?
I have been amusing myself up to now by trying to earn my living,
I hope, Annabel answered lazily, that you have succeeded.
By-the-bye, do you want any money? Sir John's ideas of pin money are
not exactly princely, but I can manage what you want, I dare say.
Thank you, Anna answered coldly. I am not in need of any. I might
add that in any case I should not touch Sir John's.
That's rather a pity, Annabel said. He wants to settle something
on you, I believe. It is really amusing. He lives in constant dread of
a reappearance of 'La Belle Alcide,' and hearing it said that
she is his wife's sister. Bit priggish, isn't it? And if he only knew
itso absurd. Tell me how you are earning your living here,
Annatypewriting, or painting, or lady's companion?
I think, Anna said, that the less you know about me the better.
Is all your house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?
she asked, looking round.
Annabel shook her head.
Most of it is ugly and frowsy, she declared, but it isn't worth
talking about. I have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here
into Park Lane, or one of the Squares. It is absolutely a frightful
neighbourhood, this. If only you could see the people who have been to
call on me! Sir John has the most absurd ideas, too. He won't have
menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only
fit for a museumwhere most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. I
can assure you, Anna, it will take me years to get decently
established. The man's as obstinate as a mule.
Anna looked at her steadily.
He will find it difficult no doubt to alter his style of living,
she said. I do not blame him. I hope you will always remember
Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest.
No lecturing, Anna! she exclaimed. I hope you have not come for
I came, Anna answered, looking her sister steadily in the face,
to hear all that you can tell me about a man named Hill.
Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification
of graceful animal ease. At Anna's words she seemed suddenly to
stiffen. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. The little spot
of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which
seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. But she did not speak.
She made no attempt to answer her sister's question. Anna looked at her
curiously, and with sinking heart.
You must answer me, Annabel, she continued. You must tell me the
truth, please. It is necessary.
Annabel rose slowly to her feet, walked to the door as though to see
that it was shut, and came back with slow lagging footsteps.
There was a man called Montague Hill, she said hoarsely, but he
Then there is also, Anna remarked, a Montague Hill who is very
much alive. Not only that, but he is here in London. I have just come
Annabel no longer attempted to conceal her emotion. She battled with
a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her
seat. Anna, quitting her chair, dropped on her knees by her sister's
side and took her hand.
Do not be frightened, dear, she said. You must tell me the truth,
and I will see that no harm comes to you.
The only Montague Hill I ever knew, Annabel said slowly, is dead.
I know he is dead. I saw him lying on the footway. I felt his heart. It
had ceased to beat. It was a motor accidenta fatal motor accident the
evening papers called it. They could not have called it a fatal motor
accident if he had not been dead.
Yes, I remember, she said. It was the night you left Paris. They
thought that he was dead at first, and they took him to the hospital. I
believe that his recovery was considered almost miraculous.
Alive, Annabel moaned, her eyes large with terror. You say that
he is alive.
He is certainly alive, Anna declared. More than that, he arrived
to-day at the boarding-house where I am staying, greeted me with a
theatrical start, and claimed meas his wife. That is why I am here.
You must tell me what it all means.
And you? Annabel exclaimed. What did you say?
Well, I considered myself justified in denying it, Anna answered
drily. He produced what he called a marriage certificate, and I
believe that nearly every one in the boarding-house, including Mrs.
White, my landlady, believes his story. I am fairly well hardened in
iniquityyour iniquity, Annabelbut I decline to have a husband
thrust upon me. I really cannot have anything to do with Mr. Montague
Amarriage certificate! Annabel gasped.
Anna glanced into her sister's face, and rose to her feet.
Let me get you some water, Annabel. Don't be frightened, dear.
Annabel clutched her sister's arm. She would not let her move. She
seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear.
A thick-set, coarse-looking young man, Anna! she exclaimed in a
hoarse excited whisper. He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes,
and great horrid hands.
It is the same man, Annabel, she said. There is no doubt whatever
about that. There was the motor accident, too. It is the same man, for
he raved in the hospital, and they fetched me. It was you, of course,
whom he wanted.
Alive! In London! Annabel moaned.
Yes. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth.
The girl on the lounge drew a long sobbing breath.
You shall, she said. Listen! There was a Meysey Hill in Paris, an
American railway millionaire. This man and he were alike, and about the
same age. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice,
and I suppose it flattered his vanity. At any rate, he began to
deliberately personate him. He sent me flowers. Celeste introduced him
to meoh, how Celeste hated me! She must have known. Hewanted to
marry me. Just thenI was nervous. I had gone further than I meant
towith some Englishmen. I was afraid of being talked about. You don't
know, Anna, but when one is in danger one realizes that thethe other
side of the line is Hell. The man was mad to marry me. I heard
everywhere of his enormous riches and his generosity. I consented. We
went to the Embassy. There wasa service. Then he took me out to
Monteaux, on a motor. We were to have breakfast there and return in the
evening. On the way he confessed. He was a London man of business,
spending a small legacy in Paris. He had heard me singthe fool
thought himself in love with me. Celeste he knew. She was chaffing him
about being taken for Meysey Hill, and suggested that he should be
presented to me as the millionaire. He told me with a coarse nervous
laugh. I was his wife. We were to live in some wretched London suburb.
His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. Anna, I listened to all
that he had to say, and I called to him to let me get out. He laughed.
I tried to jump, but he increased the speed. We were going at a mad
pace. I struck him across the mouth, and across the eyes. He lost
control of the machine. I jumped thenI was not even shaken. I saw the
motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his
head into the road. I leaned over and looked at himhe was quite
still. I could not hear his heart beat. I thought that he was dead. I
stole away and walked to the railway station. That night in Paris I saw
on the bills 'Fatal Motor Accidents.' Le Petit Journal said that
the man was dead. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a
witness. That is why I was so anxious to leave Paris. The man who came
to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend.
The good God! Anna murmured, herself shaken with fear. You were
married to him!
It could not be legal, Annabel moaned. It couldn't be. I thought
that I was marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. We stepped from the
Embassy into the motorand oh! I thought that he was dead. Why didn't
Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room.
Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes.
You won't give me away, Anna. He would never recognize me now. You
are much more like what I was then.
Anna stopped in front of her.
You don't propose, do you, she said quietly, that I should take
this man for my husband?
You can drive him away, Annabel cried. Tell him that he is mad.
Go and live somewhere else.
In his present mood, Anna remarked, he would follow me.
Oh, you are strong and brave, Annabel murmured. You can keep him
at arm's length. Besides, it was under false pretences. He told me that
he was a millionaire. It could not be a legal marriage.
I am very much afraid, Anna answered, that it was. It might be
upset. I am wondering whether it would not be better to tell your
husband everything. You will never be happy with this hanging over
Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de
You don't know him, Anna, she said with a little shudder, or you
would not talk like that. He is steeped in the conventions. Every
slight action is influenced by what he imagines would be the opinion of
other people. Anything in the least irregular is like poison to him. He
has no imagination, no real generosity. You might tell the truth to
some men, but never to him.
Anna was thoughtful. A conviction that her sister's words were true
had from the first possessed her.
Annabel, she said slowly, if I fight this thing out myself, can I
trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have
said it is useless for us to play with words. You do not love your
husband, you have married him for a positionto escape fromthings
which you feared. Will you be a faithful and honest wife? Will you do
your duty by him, and forget all your past follies? Unless, Annabel,
Oh, I will pledge you my word, Annabel cried passionately, my
solemn word. Believe me, Anna. Oh, you must believe me. I have been
very foolish, but it is over.
Remember that you are young still, and fond of admiration, Anna
said. You will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have
no secrets from him exceptconcerning those things which are past?
Anna, I swear it! her sister sobbed.
Then I will do what I can, Anna promised. I believe that you are
quite safe. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more
like what you were then than you yourself are now. I don't think for a
moment that he would recognize you.
Annabel clutched her sister's hands. The tears were streaming down
her face, her voice was thick with sobs.
Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world, she cried.
Oh, I can't thank you. You dear, dear girl. Ilisten.
They heard a man's voice outside.
Sir John! Annabel gasped.
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
Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. His face
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. Perhaps my wife has already prepared you for what I wish to
Not in the least, Anna answered calmly. We have scarcely
mentioned your name.
Sir John coughed. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her
handshe looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy
composure which secretly irritated him.
It is concerningour future relations, Sir John pronounced
Indeed! Anna answered indifferently. That sounds interesting.
Sir John frowned. Anna was unimpressed. Elegant, a little scornful,
she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily
in the eyes.
I have no wish, he said, to altogether ignore the fact that you
are my wife's sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me.
Anna's eyes opened a little wider, but she said nothing.
A claim, he continued, which I am quite prepared to recognize. It
will give me great pleasure to settle an annuity for a moderate amount
upon you on certain conditions.
Awhat? Anna asked.
An annuitya sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through
my solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister.
The conditions are such as I think you will recognize the justice of. I
wish to prevent a repetition of any such errand as I presume you have
come here upon this evening. I cannot have my wife distressed or
May I ask, Anna said softly, what you presume to have been the
nature of my errand here this evening?
Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp.
I cannot but conclude, he said, that your errand involved the
recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. I should
like to add that if a certain amount is needed to set you free from any
debts you may have contracted, in addition to this annuity, you will
not find me unreasonable.
Anna glanced momentarily towards her sister, but Annabel neither
spoke nor moved.
With regard to the conditions I mentioned, Sir John continued,
gaining a little confidence from Anna's silence, I think you will
admit that they are not wholly unreasonable. I should require you to
accept no employment whatever upon the stage, and to remain out of
Anna's demeanour was still imperturbable, her marble pallor untinged
by the slightest flush of colour. She regarded him coldly, as though
wondering whether he had anything further to say. Sir John hesitated,
and then continued.
I trust, he said, that you will recognize the justice of these
conditions. Under happier circumstances nothing would have given me
more pleasure than to have offered you a home with your sister. You
yourself, I am sure, recognize how impossible you have made it for me
now to do anything of the sort. I may say that the amount of the
annuity I propose to allow you is two hundred a year.
Anna looked for a moment steadily at her sister, whose face was
still averted. Then she moved towards the door. Before she passed out
she turned and faced Sir John. The impassivity of her features changed
at last. Her eyes were lit with mirth, the corners of her mouth
Really, Sir John, she said, I don't know how to thank you. I can
understand now these newspapers when they talk of your magnificent
philanthropy. It is magnificent indeed. And yetyou millionaires
should really, I think, cultivate the art of discrimination. I am so
much obliged to you for your projected benevolence. Frankly, it is the
funniest thing which has ever happened to me in my life. I shall like
to think of itwhenever I feel dull. Good-bye, Anna!
Annabel sprang up. Sir John waved her back.
Do I understand you then to refuse my offer? he asked Anna.
She shot a sudden glance at him. Sir John felt hot and furious. It
was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of
this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment
to scintillate with scorn. There were one or two bitter moments in his
life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush
may sometimes crack and show weak placesthat deportment and breeding
are after all things apart. Anna went out.
* * * * *
Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street,
although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to
herself fragments of an old French song. And then at the street corner
she came face to face with Nigel Ennison.
I won't pretend, he said, that this is an accident. The fates are
never so kind to me. As a matter of fact I have been waiting for you.
She raised her eyebrows.
Really, she said. And by what right do you do anything of the
No right at all, he admitted. Only it is much too late for you to
be out alone. You have been to see your sister, of course. How is she?
My sister is quite well, thank you, she answered. Would you mind
calling that hansom for me?
He looked at it critically and shook his head.
You really couldn't ride in it, he said, deprecatingly. The
horse's knees are broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober. I
would sooner see you in a 'bus again.
Do you mean to say that you have been here ever since I came?
I am afraid that I must confess it, he answered. Idiotic, isn't
Absolutely, she agreed coldly. I wish you would not do it.
Would not do what?
Well, follow buses from Russell Square to Hampstead.
I can assure you, he answered, that it isn't a habit of mine. But
Isn't it your own fault a little? Why do you not tell me your
address, and allow me to call upon you.
Why should I? I have told you that I do not wish for acquaintances
Perhaps not in a general way, he answered calmly. You are quite
right, I think. Only I am not an acquaintance at all. I am an old
friend, and I declined to be shelved.
Would you mind telling me, Anna asked, how long I knew you in
He looked at her sideways. There was nothing to be learned from her
Well, he said slowly, I had met you three timesbefore
Oh, Drummond's dinner! she repeated. You were there, were you?
He laughed a little impatiently.
Isn't that rather a strange questionunder the circumstances? he
Her cheeks flushed a dull red. She felt that there was a hidden
meaning under his words. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing
thing. She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the
We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground, she said. It
was perhaps my fault. You have not forgotten
I have forgotten nothing? he answered, enigmatically.
Anna hailed a bus. He looked at her reproachfully. The bus however
was full. They fell into step again. More than ever a sense of
confusion was upon Ennison.
Last time I saw you, he reminded her, you spoke, did you not, of
obtaining some employment in London.
Quite true, she answered briskly, and thanks to you I have
Thanks to me, he repeated, puzzled. I don't understand.
No? But it is very simple. It was you who were so much amazed that
I did not trythe music hall stage here.
You must admit, he declared, that to uswho had seen youthe
thought of your trying anything else was amazing.
At any rate, she declared, your remarks decided me. I have an
engagement with a theatrical agentI believe for the 'Unusual'.
You are going to sing in London? he said quietly.
For a moment or two he did not speak. Glancing towards him she saw
that a shadow had fallen upon his face.
Tell me, she insisted, why you look like that. You are
afraidthat here in LondonI shall not be a success. It is that, is
No, he answered readily. It is not that. The idea of your being a
failure would never have occurred to me.
Then why are you sorry that I am going to the 'Unusual'? I do not
Their eyes met for a moment. His face was very serious.
I am sorry, he said slowly. Why, I do not know.
I positively insist upon knowing, she declared cheerfully. The
sooner you tell me the better.
It is very hard to explain, he answered. I think that it is only
an idea. Only you seem to me since the time when I knew you in Paris to
have changedto have changed in some subtle manner which I find at
times utterly bewildering. I find you an impenetrable enigma. I find it
impossible to associate you withmy little friend of the
'Ambassador's.' The things she said and did from youseem impossible.
I had a sort of idea, he went on, that you were starting life all
over again, and it seemed awfully plucky.
There was a long silence. Then Anna spoke more seriously than usual.
I think, she said, that I rather like what you have said. Don't
be afraid to go on thinking it. Even though I am going to sing at the
'Unusual' you may find that the 'Alcide,' whom you knew in Paris does
not exist any more. At the same time, she added, in a suddenly altered
tone, it isn't anything whatever to do with you, is it?
Why not? he answered. You permitted me then to call you my
friend. I do not intend to allow you to forget.
They passed a man who stared at them curiously. Ennison started and
looked anxiously at Anna. She was quite unconcerned.
Did you see who that was? he asked in a low tone.
I did not recognize him, Anna answered. I supposed that he took
off his hat to you.
It was Cheveney! he said slowly.
Cheveney! she repeated. I do not know any one of that name.
He caught her wrist and turned her face towards him. Her eyes were
wide open with amazement.
He released her.
Good God! he exclaimed. Who are youAnnabel Pellissier or her
If it is a choice between the two, she answered, I must be
Annabel Pellissier. I am certainly no ghost.
You have her face and figure, he muttered. You have even her
name. Yet you can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not
know him. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a womanyou
wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. If you do
not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very
soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum.
She laughed heartily, and became as suddenly grave.
So Mr. Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he? she asked.
Don't befool me any more, he answered, almost roughly. If any one
should knowyou should! He was your friend. We were onlyles
That is quite untrue, she declared cheerfully. I certainly knew
him no better than you.
Then heand Parislied, Ennison answered.
That, she answered, is far easier to believe. You are too
Ennison had things to say, but he looked at her and held his tongue.
They turned the last corner, and almost immediately a man who had been
standing there turned and struck Ennison a violent blow on the cheek.
Ennison reeled, and almost fell. Recovering himself quickly his
instinct of self-defence was quicker than his recollection of Anna's
presence. He struck out from the shoulder, and the man measured his
length upon the pavement.
Anna sprang lightly away across the street. Brendon and Courtlaw who
had been watching for her, met her at the door. She pointed across the
Please go and see thatnothing happens, she pleaded.
It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight, Brendon
exclaimed, as he hastened across the street.
Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek.
Ennison's signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone.
What the devil do you mean by coming for me like that? Ennison
exclaimed, glowering down upon him. Serves you right if I'd cracked
Hill looked up at him, an unkempt, rough-looking object, with broken
collar, tumbled hair, and the blood slowly dripping from his face.
What do you mean, hanging round with my wife? he answered
Ennison looked down on him in disgust.
You silly fool, he said. I know nothing about your wife. The
young lady I was with is not married at all. Why don't you make sure
before you rush out like that upon a stranger?
You were with my wife, Hill repeated sullenly. I suppose you're
like the rest of them. Call her Miss Pellissier, eh? I tell you she's
my wife, and I've got the certificate in my pocket.
I don't know who you are, Ennison said quietly, but you are a
Hill staggered to his feet and drew a folded paper from his pocket.
Marriage certificates don't tell lies, at any rate, he said. Just
look that through, will you.
Ennison took the document, tore it half in two without looking at
it, and flung it back in Hill's face. Then he turned on his heel and
By-the-bye, his neighbour asked him languidly, who is our
Usually known, I believe, as Lady Ferringhall, Ennison answered,
unless I have mixed up my engagement list and come to the wrong
How dull you are, the lady remarked. Of course I mean, who was
I believe that her name was Pellissier, Ennison answered.
Pellissier, she repeated thoughtfully. There were some Hampshire
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. I heard they came from somewhere
Hampstead didn't suit Lady Ferringhall, Ennison remarked. They
have just taken this house from Lady Cellender.
And what are you doing here? the lady asked.
Politics! Ennison answered grimly. And you?
Same thing. Besides, my husband has shares in Sir John's company.
Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by
the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. Our land brings us in
nothing. We have to get them to let us in for the profits of their
business, and in return we ask them todinner. By-the-bye, have you
seen this new woman at the 'Empire'? What is it they call
Yes, I have seen her, Ennison answered.
Every one raves about her, Lady Angela continued. For my part I
can see no difference in any of these French girls who come over here
with their demure manner and atrocious songs.
'Alcide's' songs are not atrocious, Ennison remarked.
Lady Angela shrugged her shoulders.
It is unimportant, she said. Nobody understands them, of course,
but we all look as though we did. Something about this woman rather
reminds me of our hostess.
Ennison thought so too half an hour later, when having cut out from
one of the bridge tables he settled down for a chat with Annabel. Every
now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the
play of her eyes startled him. Then he remembered that she was Anna's
He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her.
By-the-bye, Lady Ferringhall, he said, do you know that I am a
very great admirer of your sister's? I wonder if she has ever spoken to
you of me.
The change in Lady Ferringhall's manner was subtle but unmistakable.
She answered him almost coldly.
I see nothing of my sister, she said. In Paris our lives were far
apart, and we had seldom the same friends. I have heard of you from my
husband. You are somebody's secretary, are you not?
It was plain that the subject was distasteful to her, but Ennison,
although famous in a small way for his social tact, did not at once
You have not seen your sister lately, he remarked. I believe that
you would find her in some respects curiously altered. I have never in
my life been so much puzzled by any one as by your sister. Something
has changed her tremendously.
Annabel looked at him curiously.
Do you mean in looks? she asked.
Not only that, he answered. In Paris your sister appeared to me
to be a charming student of frivolity. Here she seems to have developed
into a brilliant woman with more character and steadfastness than I
should ever have given her credit for. Her features are the same, yet
the change has written its mark into her face. Do you know, Lady
Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to call myself her
And in Paris
In Paris, he interrupted, she was a very delightful companion,
but beyond thatone did not take her seriously. I am not boring you,
She raised her eyes to his and smiled into his face.
You are not boring me, she said, but I would rather talk of
something else. I suppose you will think me very unsisterly and
cold-hearted, but there are circumstances in connexion with my sister's
latest exploit which are intensely irritating both to my husband and to
He recognized the force, almost the passion, which trembled in her
tone, and he at once abandoned the subject. He remained talking with
her however. It was easy for him to see that she desired to be
agreeable to him. They talked lightly but confidentially until Sir John
approached them with a slight frown upon his face.
Mr. Ennison, he said, it is for you to cut in at Lady Angela's
table. Anna, do you not see that the Countess is sitting alone?
She rose, and flashed a quick smile upon Ennison behind her
You must come and see me some afternoon, she said to him.
He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he
played with less than his accustomed skill. On the way home he was
still thoughtful. He turned in at the club. They were talking of
Alcide, as they often did in those days.
She has improved her style, someone declared. Certainly her voice
is far more musical.
She has lost something, he declared, something which brought the
men in crowds around the stage at the 'Ambassador's.' I don't know what
you'd call ita sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. She sings
better perhaps. But I don't think she lays hold of one so.
I will tell you what there is about her which is so fetching,
Drummond, who was lounging by, declared. She contrives somehow to
strike the personal note in an amazing manner. You are wedged in
amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you
are almost out of sight. Yet you catch her eyeyou can't seem to
escape from it. You feel that that smile is for you, the words are for
you, the whole song is for you. Naturally you shout yourself hoarse
when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself.
And if you are a millionaire like Drummond, someone remarked, you
send round a note and ask her to come out to supper.
In the present case, Drummond remarked, glancing across the room,
Cheveney wouldn't permit it.
Ennison dropped the evening paper which he had been pretending to
read. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth.
Cheveney wouldn't have anything to say about it, as it happens, he
remarked, a little grimly. Ungracious little beast, I call her. I
don't mind telling you chaps that except on the stage I haven't set
eyes on her this side of the water. I've called half a dozen times at
her flat, and she won't see me. Rank ingratitude, I call it.
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. I consider her a
very charming young womanand 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. They were his friends, and they
recognized his unusual earnestness. Drummond, who had been about to
speak, refrained. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders.
I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any
rate, someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair. You see,
her sister is married to Ferringhall, isn't she? and she herself must
be drawing no end of a good screw here. I always say that it's poverty
before everything that makes a girl skip the line.
Ennison escaped. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a
fool of himself. He walked through the misty September night to his
rooms. On his way he made a slight divergence from the direct route and
paused for a moment outside the flat where Anna was now living. It was
nearly one o'clock; but there were lights still in all her windows.
Suddenly the door of the flat opened and closed. A man came out, and
walking recklessly, almost cannoned into Ennison. He mumbled an apology
and then stopped short.
It's Ennison, isn't it? he exclaimed. What the devil are you
doing star-gazing here?
Ennison looked at him in surprise.
I might return the compliment, Courtlaw, he answered, by asking
why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man.
Courtlaw was pale and dishevelled. He was carelessly dressed, and
there were marks of unrest upon his features. He pointed to where the
lights still burned in Anna's windows.
What do you think of that farce? he exclaimed bitterly. You are
one of those who must know all about it. Was there ever such madness?
I am afraid that I don't understand, Ennison answered. You seem
to have come from Miss Pellissier's rooms. I had no idea even that she
was a friend of yours.
Courtlaw laughed hardly. His eyes were red. He was in a curious
state of desperation.
Nor am I now, he answered. I have spoken too many truths
to-night. Why do women take to lies and deceit and trickery as
naturally as a duck to water?
You are not alluding, I hope, to Miss Pellissier? Ennison said
Why not? Isn't the whole thing a lie? Isn't her reputation, this
husband of hers, the 'Alcide' business, isn't it all a cursed juggle?
She hasn't the right to do it. I
He stopped short. He had the air of a man who has said too much.
Ennison was deeply interested.
I should like to understand you, he said. I knew Miss Pellissier
in Paris at the 'Ambassador's,' and I know her now, but I am convinced
that there is some mystery in connexion with her change of life. She is
curiously altered in many ways. Is there any truth, do you suppose, in
this rumoured marriage?
I know nothing, Courtlaw answered hurriedly. Ask me nothing. I
will not talk to you about Miss Pellissier or her affairs.
You are not yourself to-night, Courtlaw, Ennison said. Come to my
rooms and have a drink.
Courtlaw refused brusquely, almost rudely.
I am off to-night, he said. I am going to America. I have work
there. I ought to have gone long ago. Will you answer me a question
If I can, Ennison said.
What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier's flat to-night? You
were looking at her windows. 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
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.
Admire her as much as you chooseat a distance. No more. Look at me.
You knew me in Paris. David Courtlaw. Well-balanced, sane, wasn't I?
You never heard anyone call me a madman? I'm pretty near being one now,
and it's her fault. I've loved her for two years, I love her now. And
I'm off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the
Atlantic I'll thank the Lord for it.
He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog. Ennison stood
still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. Then he
turned round and gazed thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog
where Courtlaw had disappeared.
I'm dd if I understand this, he said thoughtfully. I never
saw Courtlaw with hernever heard her speak of him. He was going to
tell me somethingand he shut up. I wonder what it was.
Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting
in them was obviously meant for him alone. She continued to fan
You are late, she murmured.
My chief, he said, took it into his head to have an impromptu
dinner party. He brought home a few waverers to talk to them where they
had no chance of getting away.
I am bored, she said abruptly. This is a very foolish sort of
entertainment. And, as usual, she continued, a little bitterly, I
seem to have been sent along with the dullest and least edifying of
Mrs. Montressor's guests.
Ennison glanced at the other people in the box and smiled.
I got your note just in time, he remarked. I knew of course that
you were at the Montressor's, but I had no idea that it was a music
hall party afterwards. Are you all here?
Five boxes full, she answered. Some of them seem to be having an
awfully good time too. Did you see Lord Delafield and Miss Anderson?
They packed me in with Colonel Anson and Mrs. Hitchings, who seem to be
absolutely engrossed in one another, and a boy of about seventeen, who
no sooner got here than he discovered that he wanted to see a man in
the promenade and disappeared.
Ennison at once seated himself.
I feel justified then, he said, in annexing his chair. I expect
you had been snubbing him terribly.
Well, he was presumptuous, Annabel remarked, and he wasn't nice
about it. I wonder how it is, she added, that boys always make love
Ennison laughed softly.
I wonder, he said, how you would like to be made love toboldly
or timorously or sentimentally.
Are you master of all three methods? she asked, stopping her
fanning for a moment to look at him.
Indeed, no, he answered. Mine is a primitive and unstudied
manner. It needs cultivating, I think.
His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box.
That sounds so uncouth, she murmured. I detest amateurs.
I will buy books and a lay figure, he declared, to practise upon.
Or shall I ask Colonel Anson for a few hints?
For Heaven's sake no, she declared. I would rather put up with
your own efforts, however clumsy. Love-making at first hand is dull
enough. At second hand it would be unendurable.
He leaned towards her.
Is that a challenge?
She shrugged her shoulders, all ablaze with jewels.
Why not? It might amuse me.
Somewhat irrelevantly he glanced at the next few boxes where the
rest of Mrs. Montressor's guests were.
Is your husband here to-night? he asked.
My husband! she laughed a little derisively. No, he wouldn't come
here of all placesjust now. He dined, and then pleaded a political
engagement. I was supposed to do the same, but I didn't.
You know, he said with some hesitation, that your sister is
Of course. I want to hear how she does it.
She does it magnificently, he declared. I thinkwe all think
that she is wonderful.
She looked at him with curious eyes.
I remember, she said, that the first night I saw you, you spoke
of my sister as your friend. Have you seen much of her lately?
Nothing at all, he answered.
The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently
backwards and forwards. She was watching him intently.
Do you know, she said, that every one is remarking how ill you
look. I too can see it. What has been the matter?
Toothache, he answered laconically.
She looked away.
You might at least, she murmured, have invented a more romantic
Oh, I might, he answered, have gone further still. I might have
told you the truth.
Has my sister been unkind to you?
The family, he declared, has not treated me with consideration.
She looked at him doubtfully.
You promised faithfully to be there, he said slowly. I loathe
afternoon concerts, and
She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by
the soft brilliancy of her smile. Her fingers rested upon his.
You were really at Moulton House, she exclaimed penitently. I am
so sorry. I had a perfect shoal of callers. People who would not go. I
only arrived when everybody was coming away.
A little murmur of expectation, an audible silence announced the
coming of Alcide. Then a burst of applause. She was standing there,
smiling at the audience as at her friends. From the first there had
always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy
which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. Then she
Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. Lady Ferringhall listened,
and her cheeks grew pale. Her whole face stiffened with suppressed
anger. She forgot Anna's sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot
the burden which she had fastened upon her sister's shoulders. She was
fiercely and bitterly jealous. Anna was singing as she used to sing.
She was chic, distinguished, unusual. What right had she to call
herself Alcide? It was abominable, an imposture. Ennison listened,
and he forgot where he was. He forgot Annabel's idle attempts at
love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. The
cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little
world fell away from him. He leaned forward, and looked into the eyes
of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she sang back to him
with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and there
through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and
seductive music from her lips.
Neither of them joined in the applause which followed upon her exit.
They were both conscious, however, that something had intervened
between them. Their conversation became stilted. A spot of colour,
brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks.
She is marvellously clever, he said.
She appears to be very popular here, she remarked.
You too sing? he asked.
I have given it up, she answered. One genius in the family is
enough. After a pause, she added, Do you mind fetching back my
Anything except that, he murmured. I was half hoping that I might
be allowed to see you home.
If you can tear yourself away from this delightful place in five
minutes, she answered, I think I can get rid of the others.
We will do it, he declared. If only Sir John were not Sir John I
would ask you to come and have some supper.
Don't imperil my reputation before I am established, she answered,
smiling. Afterwards it seems to me that there are no limits to what
one may not do amongst one's own set.
I am frightened of Sir John, he said, but I suggest that we risk
Don't tempt me, she said, laughing, and drawing her opera-cloak
together. You shall drive home with me in a hansom, if you will. That
is quite as far as I mean to tempt Providence to-night.
* * * * *
Again on his way homeward from Cavendish Square he abandoned the
direct route to pass by the door of Anna's flat. Impassive by nature
and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of
excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of
disappointment. Her sister had told him that it was true. Anna was
married. After all, she was a consummate actress. Her recent attitude
towards him was undoubtedly a pose. His long struggle with himself, his
avoidance of her were quite unnecessary. There was no longer any risk
in association with her. His pulses beat fast as he walked, his feet
fell lightly upon the pavement. He slackened his pace as he reached the
flat. The windows were still darkenedperhaps she was not home yet. He
lit a cigarette and loitered about. He laughed once or twice at himself
as he paced backwards and forwards. He felt like a boy again, the taste
for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world
of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to
him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the
Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. She stepped
on to the pavement almost before him, and his blood turned almost to
ice as he saw that she was not alone. A young man turned to pay the
cabman. Then she saw him.
Mr. Ennison, she exclaimed, is that really you?
There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. She held out her
hand frankly. She seemed honestly glad to see him.
How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my
doorstep! she remarked gaily. Are you in a hurry? Will you come in
and have some coffee?
He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. He saw now that it
was merely a boy.
This is Mr. Sydney CourtlawMr. Ennison, she said. You are
coming in, aren't you, Sydney?
If I may, he answered. Your coffee's too good to refuse.
She led the way, talking all the time to Ennison.
Do you know, I have been wondering what had become of you, she
said. I had those beautiful roses from you on my first night, and a
tiny little note but no address. I did not even know where to write and
I have been abroad, he said. The life of a private secretary is
positively one of slavery. I had to go at a moment's notice.
I am glad that you have a reasonable excuse for not having been to
see me, she said good-humouredly. Please make yourselves comfortable
while I see to the coffee.
It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its
quaint colouring, and the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and
unexpected places. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a
dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. A jar of
pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour
from the sombre curtains behind. Anna, who had thrown aside her
sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade.
He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the
play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. A
woman indeed this to love and be loved, beautiful, graceful, gay. A
dreamy sense of content crept over him. The ambitions of his life, and
they were many, seemed to lie far away, broken up dreams in some
outside world where the way was rough and the sky always grey. A little
table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. There were cakes and
sandwichesfor Ennison a sort of Elysian feast, long to be remembered.
They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna, with a little
laugh, threw open the window and let in the cool night air.
Ennison stood by her side. They looked out over the city, grim and
silent now, for it was long past midnight. For a moment her thoughts
led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together
before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John
had made so many changes in her life. She was silent, the ghost of a
fading smile passed from her lips. She had made her way since then a
little further into the heart of life. Yet even now there were so many
things untouched, so much to be learned. To-night she had a curious
feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. The great
untrodden world was before her still, into which no one can pass alone.
She felt a new warmth in her blood, a strange sense of elation crept
over her. Sorrows and danger and disappointment she had known. Perhaps
the day of her recompense was at hand. She glanced into her companion's
face, and she saw there strange things. For a moment her heart seemed
to stop beating. Then she dropped the curtain and stepped back into the
room. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano.
I am sure, she said, that you mean to stay until you are turned
out. Do you see the time?
I may come and see you? Ennison asked, as his hand touched hers.
Yes, she answered, looking away. Some afternoon.
I said some afternoon, she remarked, throwing open her warm coat,
and taking off her gloves, but I certainly did not mean to-day.
I met you accidentally, he reminded her. Our ways happened to lie
And our destinations also, it seems, she added, smiling.
You asked me in to tea, he protested.
In self-defence I had to, she answered. It is a delightful day
for walking, but a great deal too cold to be standing on the pavement.
Of course, he said, reaching out his hand tentatively for his hat,
I could go away even now. Your reputation for hospitality would remain
under a cloud though, for tea was distinctly mentioned.
Then you had better ring the bell, she declared, laughing. The
walk has given me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five
o'clock. I wonder why on earth the curtains are drawn. It is quite
light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun.
Would you mind drawing them back?
Ennison sprang up, but he never reached the curtains. They were
suddenly thrown aside, and a man stepped out from his hiding-place. A
little exclamation of surprise escaped Ennison. Anna sprang to her feet
with a startled cry.
You! she exclaimed. What are you doing here? How dare you come to
The man stepped into the middle of the room. The last few months had
not dealt kindly with Mr. Montague Hill. He was still flashily dressed,
with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his
general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse. His cheeks
were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. He had the appearance of a man who
has known no rest for many nights. His voice when he spoke was almost
fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of nervousness.
Why not? he exclaimed. I have the right to be here. I hid because
there was no other way of seeing you. I did not reckon uponhim.
He pointed to Ennison, who in his turn looked across at Anna.
You wish me to stay? he asked, in a low tone.
I would not have you go for anything, she answered.
Nevertheless, Hill said doggedly, I am here to speak to you
If you do not leave the room at once, Anna answered calmly, I
shall ring the bell for a policeman.
He raised his hand, and they saw that he was holding a small
You need not be alarmed, he said. I do not wish to use this. I
came here peaceably, and I only ask for a few words with you. But I
mean to have them. No, you don't!
Ennison had moved stealthily a little nearer to him, and looked
suddenly into the dark muzzle of the revolver.
If you interfere between us, the man said, it will go hardly with
you. This lady is my wife, and I have a right to be here. I have the
right also to throw you out.
Ennison obeyed Anna's gesture, and was silent.
You can say what you have to say before Mr. Ennison, if at all,
Anna declared calmly. In any case, I decline to see you alone.
Very well, the man answered. I have come to tell you this. You
are my wife, and I am determined to claim you. We were properly
married, and the certificate is at my lawyer's. I am not a madman, or a
pauper, or even an unreasonable person. I know that you were
disappointed because I did not turn out to be the millionaire. Perhaps
I deceived you about it. However, that's over and done with. I'll make
any reasonable arrangement you like. I don't want to stop your singing.
You can live just about how you like. But you belong to meand I want
He paused for a moment, and then suddenly continued. His voice had
broken. He spoke in quick nervous sentences.
You did your best to kill me, he said. You might have given me a
chance, anyway. I'm not such a bad sort. You knowI worship you. I
have done from the first moment I saw you. I can't rest or work or
settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me.
I want you. I've got to have you, and by God I will.
He took a quick step forward. Anna held out her hand, and he paused.
There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of
Listen, she said. I have heard these things from you before, and
you have had my answer. Understand once and for all that that answer is
final. I do not admit the truth of a word which you have said. I will
not be persecuted in this way by you.
You do not deny that you are my wife, he asked hoarsely. You
cannot! Oh, you cannot.
I have denied it, she answered. Why will you not be sensible? Go
back to your old life and your old friends, and forget all about Paris
and this absurd delusion of yours.
Delusion! he muttered, glaring at her. Delusion!
You can call it what you like, she said. In any case you will
never receive any different sort of answer from me. Stay where you are,
With a swift movement she gained the bell and rang it. The man's
hand flashed out, but immediately afterwards an oath and a cry of pain
broke from his lips. The pistol fell to the floor. Ennison kicked it
away with his foot.
I shall send for a policeman, Anna said, directly my maid answers
the bellunless you choose to go before.
The man made no attempt to recover the revolver. He walked
unsteadily towards the door.
Very well, he said, I will go. But, and he faced them both with
a still expressionless glance, this is not the end!
* * * * *
Anna recovered her spirits with marvellous facility. It was Ennison
who for the rest of his visit was quiet and subdued.
You are absurd, she declared. It was unpleasant while it lasted,
but it is overand my toasted scones are delicious. Do have another.
It is over for now, he answered, but I cannot bear to think that
you are subject to this sort of thing.
She shrugged her shoulders slightly. Some of the delicate colour
which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already
It is an annoyance, my friend, she said, not a tragedy.
It might become one, he answered. The man is dangerous.
She looked thoughtfully into the fire.
I am afraid, she said, that he must have a skeleton key to these
rooms. If so I shall have to leave.
You cannot play at hide-and-seek with this creature all your life,
he answered. Let your friends act for you. There must be ways of
getting rid of him.
I am afraid, she murmured, that it would be difficult. He really
deserves a better fate, does he not? He is so beautifully persistent.
He drew a little nearer to her. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the
dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted
face. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingersshe turned at
once to look at him. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than
usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a
sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. Nevertheless she withdrew
Let me help you, he begged. Indeed, you could have no more
faithful friend, you could find no one more anxious to serve you.
Her hand fell back into her lap. He touched it again, and this time
it was not withdrawn.
That is very nice of you, she said. But it is so difficult
Not at all, he answered eagerly. I wish you would come and see my
lawyers. Of course I know nothing of what really did happen in
Parisif even you ever saw him there. You need not tell me, but a
lawyer is different. His client's story is safe with him. He would
advise you how to get rid of the fellow.
I will think of it, she promised.
You must do more than think of it, he urged. It is intolerable
that you should be followed about by such a creature. I am sure that he
can be got rid of.
She turned and looked at him. Her face scarcely reflected his
It may be more difficult than you think, she said. You see you do
not know how much of truth there is in his story.
If it were all true, he said doggedly, it may still be possible.
I will think of it, she repeated. I cannot say more.
They talked for a while in somewhat dreamy fashion, Anna especially
being more silent than usual. At last she glanced at a little clock in
the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet.
Heavens, look at the time! she exclaimed. It is incredible. I
shall barely be in time for the theatre. I must go and dress at once.
He too rose.
I will wait for you on the pavement, if you like, he said, but I
am going to the 'Unusual' with you. Your maid would not be of the least
But your dinner! she protested. You will be so late.
You cannot seriously believe, he said, that at the present moment
I care a snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not.
Well, you certainly did very well at tea, she remarked. If you
really are going to wait, make yourself as comfortable as you can.
There are cigarettes and magazines in the corner there.
Anna disappeared, but Ennison did not trouble either the cigarettes
or the magazines. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of
the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire.
People spoke of him everywhere as a young man of great promise, a
politician by instinct, a keen and careful judge of character. Yet he
was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. He was absolutely unable to
focus his ideas. The girl who had just left the room was as great a
mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in
Piccadilly and taken her to tea. And behindthere was Paris, memories
of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart
beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. For the first time a
definite doubt possessed him. A woman cannot change her soul. Then it
was the woman herself who was changed. Anna was not Alcide of the
Ambassador's, whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had
called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. It was
She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling
with common-sense, his own apprehension. He rose at once to his feet
and turned a white face upon her.
I am going to break a covenant, he cried. I cannot keep silence
You are going to speak to me of things which happened before we met
in London? she asked quietly.
Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. I must!
She threw open the door and pointed to it.
My word holds, she said. If you speakfarewell.
He stood quite silent for a moment, his eyes fixed upon her face.
Something he saw there had a curious effect upon him. He was suddenly
I shall not speak, he said, now or at any other time. Come!
They went out together and he called a hansom. From the opposite
corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood
and glowered at them.
This is indeed a gala night, said Ennison, raising his glass, and
watching for a moment the golden bubbles. Was it really only this
afternoon that I met you in St. James' Park?
Anna nodded, and made a careful selection from a dish of quails.
It was just an hour before teatime, she remarked. I have had
nothing since, and it seems a very long time.
An appetite like yours, he said resignedly, is fatal to all
Not in the least, she assured him. I find the two inseparable.
I have noticed, he said, that you seem to delight in taking a
topsy-turvy view of life. It arises, I think, from an over developed
sense of humour. You would find things to laugh at even in Artemus
You do not understand me at all, she declared. I think that you
are very dense. Besides, your remark is not in the least complimentary.
I have always understood that men avoid like the plague a woman with a
sense of humour.
So they talked on whilst supper was served, falling easily into the
spirit of the place, and yet both of them conscious of some new thing
underlying the gaiety of their tongues and manner. Anna, in her strange
striking way, was radiantly beautiful. Without a single ornament about
her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which
her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable
and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. To-night there
seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her
tone. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost
hysterical. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. Perhaps she had
found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful. The terrors and
anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to
have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from
the memory. An acute sense of living was in her veins, even the taste
of her wine seemed magical. Ennison too, always handsome and
debonnair, seemed transported out of his calm self. His tongue was
more ready, his wit more keen than usual. He said daring things with a
grace which made them irresistible, his eyes flashed back upon her some
eloquent but silent appreciation of the change in her manner towards
And then there came for both of them at least a temporary awakening.
It was he who saw them first coming down the roomAnnabel in a
wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending,
disapproving, bringing up the rear. He bent over to Anna at once.
It is your sister and her husband, he said. They are coming past
Annabel saw Ennison first, and noticing his single companion calmly
ignored him. Then making a pretence of stooping to rearrange her
flowing train, she glanced at Anna, and half stopped in her progress
down the room. Sir John followed her gaze, and also saw them. His face
clouded with anger.
It was after all a momentary affair. Annabel passed on with a
strained nod to her sister, and Sir John's bow was a miracle of icy
displeasure. They vanished through the doorway. Anna and her escort
exchanged glances. Almost simultaneously they burst out laughing.
How do you feel? she asked.
Limp, he answered. As a matter of fact, I deserve to. I was
engaged to dine with your sister and her husband, and I sent a wire.
It was exceedingly wrong of you, Anna declared. Before I came to
England I was told that there were two things which an Englishman who
was comme-il-faut never did. The first was to break a dinner
And the second?
Make love to a single woman.
Your knowledge of our ways, he murmured is profound. Yet, I
suppose that at the present moment I am the most envied man in the
Her eyes were lit with humour. To have spoken lightly on such a
subject a few hours ago would have seemed incredible.
But you do not know, she whispered, whether I am a married woman
or not. There is Mr. Montague Hill.
The lights were lowered, and an attentive waiter hovered round
Anna's cloak. They left the room amongst the last, and Ennison had
almost to elbow his way through a group of acquaintances who had all
some pretext for detaining him, to which he absolutely refused to
listen. They entered a hansom and turned on to the Embankment. The two
great hotels on their right were still ablaze with lights. On their
left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side,
and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon
the black water. A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces. Anna leaned
back with half closed eyes.
Delicious! she murmured.
His fingers closed upon her hand. She yielded it without protest, as
though unconsciously. Not a word passed between them. It seemed to him
that speech would be an anticlimax.
He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. She passed inside and
upstairs without a word. In her little sitting-room she turned on the
electric light and looked around half fearfully.
Please search everywhere, she said. I am going through the other
rooms. I shall not let you go till I am quite sure.
If he has a key, Ennison said, how are you to be safe?
I had bolts fitted on the doors yesterday, she answered. If he is
not here now I can make myself safe.
It was certain that he was not there. Anna came back into the
sitting-room with a little sigh of relief.
Indeed, she said, it was very fortunate that I should have met
you this afternoon. Either Sydney or Mr. Brendon always comes home with
me, and to-night both are away. Mary is very good, but she is too
nervous to be the slightest protection.
I am very glad, he answered, in a low tone. It has been a
delightful evening for me.
And for me, Anna echoed.
A curious silence ensued. Anna was sitting before the fire a little
distance from himEnnison himself remained standing. Some shadow of
reserve seemed to have crept up between them. She laughed nervously,
but kept her eyes averted.
It is strange that we should have met Annabel, she said. I am
afraid your broken dinner engagement will not be so easy to explain.
He was very indifferent. In fact he was thinking of other things.
I am going, he said, to be impertinent. I do not understand why
you and your sister should not see more of one another. You must be
lonely here with only a few men friends.
She shook her head.
Loneliness, she said, is a luxury which I never permit myself.
Besidesthere is Sir John.
Sir John is an ass! he declared.
He is Annabel's husband, she reminded him.
Annabel! He looked at her thoughtfully. It is rather odd, he
said, but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna.
Many other people, she remarked, have made the same mistake.
Again, he said, I am going to be impertinent. I never met your
sister in Paris, but I heard about her more than once. She is not in
the least like the descriptions of her.
She has changed a good deal, Anna admitted.
There is some mystery about you both, he exclaimed, with sudden
earnestness. No, don't interrupt me. Why may I not be your friend?
Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false
position. You represent to me an enigma, the solution of which has
become the one desire of my life. I want to give you warning that I
have set myself to solve it. To-morrow I am going to Paris.
She seemed unmoved, but she did not look at him.
To Paris! But why? What do you hope to discover there?
I do not know, he answered, but I am going to see David
Then she looked up at him with frightened eyes.
David Courtlaw! she repeated. What has he to do with it?
He was your sister's masterher friend. A few days ago I saw him
leave your house. He was like a man beside himself. He began to tell me
somethingand stopped. I am going to ask him to finish it.
She rose up.
I forbid it! she said firmly.
They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. She was very
pale, and there was a look of fear in her eyes.
I will tell you as much as this, she continued. There is a
secret. I admit it. Set yourself to find it out, if you willbut if
you do, never dare to call yourself my friend again.
It is for your goodyour good only I am thinking, he declared.
Then let me be the judge of what is best, she answered.
He was silent. He felt his heart beat faster and fasterhis
self-restraint slipping away. After all, what did it matter?it or
anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms,
beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the
light which was burning in his eyes. A quick flush stained her cheeks.
She put out her hands to avoid his embrace.
No! she exclaimed. You must not. It is impossible.
His arms were around her. He only laughed his defiance.
I will make it possible, he cried. I will make all things
Anna was bewildered. She did not know herself. Only she was
conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. She gave her lips to
his without resistance. All her protests seemed stifled before she
could find words to utter them. With a little sigh of happiness she
accepted this new thing.
I think, Lady Ferringhall said, that you are talking very
foolishly. I was quite as much annoyed as you were to see Mr. Ennison
with my sister last night. But apart from that, you have no particular
objection to him, I suppose?
The occurrence of last night is quite sufficient in itself, Sir
John answered, to make me wish to discontinue Mr. Ennison's
acquaintance. I should think, Anna, that your own senseerof
propriety would enable you to see this. It is not possible for us to be
on friendly terms with a young man who has been seen in a public place,
having supper alone with your sister after midnight. The fact itself is
regrettable enoughregrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word.
To receive him here afterwards would be most repugnant to me.
He probably does not know of the relationship, Annabel remarked.
I imagine, Sir John said, that your sister would acquaint him
with it. In any case, he is liable to discover it at any time. My own
impression is that he already knows.
Why do you think so? she asked.
I noticed him call her attention to us as we passed down the room,
he answered. Of course he may merely have been telling her who we
were, but I think it improbable.
Apart from the fact of his acquaintance with AnnaAnnabel, Lady
Ferringhall said quickly, may I ask if you have any other objection to
Sir John hesitated.
To the young man himself, he answered, no! I simply object to his
calling here two or three times a week during my absence.
How absurd! Annabel declared. How could he call except in your
absence, as you are never at home in the afternoon. And if I cared to
have him come every day, why shouldn't he? I find him very amusing and
very useful as well. He brought his mother to call, and as you know the
Countess goes scarcely anywhere. Hers is quite the most exclusive set
My feeling in the matter, Sir John said, is as I have stated.
Further, I do not care for you to accept social obligations from Mr.
Ennison, or any other young man.
You are jealous, she declared contemptuously.
If I am, he answered, reddening, you can scarcely assert that it
is without a cause. You will forgive my remarking, Anna, that I
consider there is a great change in your manner towards me and your
general deportment since our marriage.
Annabel laughed gaily.
My dear man, she exclaimed, wasn't that a foregone conclusion?
You treat the matter lightly, he continued. To me it seems
serious enough. I have fulfilled my part of our marriage contract. Can
you wonder that I expect you to fulfil yours?
I am not aware, she answered, that I have ever failed in doing
You are at least aware, he said, that you have on several recent
occasions acted in direct opposition to my wishes.
Your dyed hair. I was perfectly satisfied with your appearance. I
consider even now that the present colour is far less becoming. Then
you have altered not only that, but your manner of dressing it. You
have darkened your eyebrows, you have even changed your style of dress.
You have shown an almost feverish anxiety to eliminate from your
personal appearance all that reminded me of youwhen we first met.
Well, she said, has there not been some reason for this? The
likeness to Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark. You forget that
every one is going to the 'Unusual' to see her.
He frowned heavily.
I wish that I could forget it, he said. Fortunately I believe
that the relationship is not generally known. I trust that no
unpleasant rumours will be circulated before the election, at any
They might do you good, she remarked. 'Alcide' is very popular.
Sir John turned towards the door.
It does not appear to me, he said, stiffly, to be an affair for
Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book. She heard her
husband's heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his
carriage as he drove off. Then she threw the volume away with a little
impatient exclamation. She rose from her chair, and began walking up
and down the room restlessly. Every now and then she fingered an
ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies.
Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself
I am getting plain, she said, with a little shudder. This life is
killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!
Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. She went to her room and
changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark
walking dress. A few minutes later she left the house on foot, and
taking a hansom at the corner of the Square, drove to Anna's flat.
Anna was having tea by herself when she entered. She rose at once
with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure.
My dear Annabel, she said, this is delightful, but I thought that
it was forbidden.
It is, Annabel answered shortly. But I wanted to see you.
Anna wheeled an easy chair to the fire.
You will have some tea? she asked.
Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation. She was looking
about her, and her face was dark with anger. The little room was
fragrant with flowers, Anna herself bright, and with all the evidences
of well being. Annabel was conscious then of the slow anger which had
been burning within her since the night of her visit to the Unusual.
Her voice trembled with suppressed passion.
I have come for an explanation, she said. You are an impostor.
How dare you use my name and sing my songs?
Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement.
Annabel! she exclaimed. Why, what is the matter with you? What do
Annabel laughed scornfully.
Oh, you know, she said. Don't be a hypocrite. You are not
'Alcide.' You have no right to call yourself 'Alcide.' You used to
declare that you hated the name. You used to beg me for hours at a time
to give it all up, never to go near the 'Ambassador's' again. And yet
the moment I am safely out of the way you are content to dress yourself
in my rags, to go and get yourself popular and admired and successful,
all on my reputation.
Annabel stamped her foot. Her tone was hoarse with passion.
Oh, you can act! she cried. You can look as innocent and shocked
as you please. I want to know who sent you those.
She pointed with shaking fingers to a great bunch of dark red
carnations, thrust carelessly into a deep china bowl, to which the card
was still attached. Anna followed her finger, and looked back into her
They were sent to me by Mr. Nigel Ennison, Annabel. How on earth
does it concern you?
Annabel laughed hardly.
Concern me! she repeated fiercely. You are not content then with
stealing from me my name. You would steal from me then the only man I
ever cared a snap of the fingers about. They are not your flowers. They
are mine! They were sent to 'Alcide' not to you.
Anna rose to her feet. At last she was roused. Her cheeks were
flushed, and her eyes bright.
Annabel, she said, you are my sister, or I would bid you take the
flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. But behind these
things which you have said to me there must be others of which I know
nothing. You speak as one injuredas though I had been the one to take
your nameas though you had been the one to make sacrifices. In your
heart you know very well that this is absurd. It is you who took my
name, not I yours. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my
shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. It is I who am
persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband.
Annabel shivered a little and looked around her.
He does not come here, she exclaimed, quickly.
He spends hours of every day on the pavement below, Anna answered
calmly. I have been bearing thisfor your sake. Shall I send him to
Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent.
It was your own fault, she exclaimed. He would never have found
you out if you had not personated me.
On the contrary, Anna whispered quietly, we met in a small
boarding-house where I was stopping.
You have not told me yet, Annabel said, how it is that you have
dared to personate me. To call yourself 'Alcide'! Your hair, your
gestures, your voice, all mine! Oh, how dared you do it?
You must not forget, Anna said calmly, that it is necessary for
me alsoto live. I arrived here with something less than five pounds
in my pocket. My reception at West Kensington you know of. I was the
black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. You did not complain then
that I personated youno, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and
for your sake I lied.
You did not
Wait, Annabel! When I arrived in London I went to live in the
cheapest place I could find. I set myself to find employment. I offered
myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. I would even have
taken a place as waitress in a tea shop. I walked London till the soles
of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. I ate only
enough to keep body and soul together.
There was no need for such heroism, Annabel said coldly. You had
only to ask
Do you think, Anna interrupted, with a note of passion trembling
also in her tone, that I would have taken alms from Sir John, the man
to whom I had lied for your sake. It was not possible. I went at last
when I had barely a shilling in my purse to a dramatic agent. By chance
I went to one who had known you in Paris.
He greeted me effusively. He offered me at once an engagement. I
told him that I was not 'Alcide.' He only laughed. He had seen the
announcement of your marriage in the papers, and he imagined that I
simply wanted to remain unknown because of your husband's puritanism. I
sang to him, and he was satisfied. I did not appear, I have never
announced myself as 'Alcide.' It was the Press who forced the identity
They were my posters, Annabel said. The ones Cariolus did for
The posters at least, Anna answered quietly, I have some claim
to. You know very well that you took from my easel David Courtlaw's
study of me, and sent it to Cariolus. You denied it at the timebut
unfortunately I have proof. Mr. Courtlaw found the study in Cariolus'
Annabel laughed hardly.
What did it matter? she cried. We are, or rather we were, so much
alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the
other. It saved me the bother of being studied.
It convinced Mr. Earles that I was 'Alcide,' Anna remarked
We will convince him now to the contrary, Annabel answered.
Anna looked at her, startled.
What do you mean? she asked.
Annabel set her teeth hard, and turned fiercely towards Anna.
It means that I have had enough of this slavery, she declared. My
husband and all his friends are fools, and the life they lead is
impossible for me. It takes too many years to climb even a step in the
social ladder. I've had enough of it. I want my freedom.
You mean to say, Anna said slowly, that you are going to leave
You are willing to give up your position, your beautiful houses,
your carriages and milliner's accounts to come back to Bohemianism?
Why not? Annabel declared. I am sick of it. It is dulldeadly
And what about this manMr. Montague Hill?
Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself
with the back of a chair. She looked stealthily at Anna.
You have succeeded a little too well in your personation, she said
bitterly, to get rid very easily of Mr. Montague Hill. You are a great
deal more like what I was a few months ago than I am now.
Anna laughed softly.
You propose, then, she remarked, that I shall still be saddled
with a pseudo husband. I think not, Annabel. You are welcome to
proclaim yourself 'Alcide' if you will. I would even make over my
engagement to you, if Mr. Earles would permit. But I should certainly
want to be rid of Mr. Montague Hill, and I do not think that under
those circumstances I should be long about it.
Annabel sank suddenly into a chair. Her knees were trembling, her
whole frame was shaken with sobs.
Anna, she moaned, I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. But oh, how
weary I am! I know. If onlyAnna, tell me, she broke off suddenly,
how did you get to know Mr. Ennison?
He spoke to me, thinking that I was you, Anna answered. I liked
him, and I never undeceived him.
And he sat at my table, Annabel said bitterly, and yet he did not
Anna glanced up.
You must remember, she said, that you yourself are responsible
for your altered looks.
For the others, Annabel said tearfully, that is well enough. But
Something in her sister's tone startled Anna. She looked at her for
a moment fixedly. When she tried to speak she found it difficult. Her
voice seemed to come from a long way off.
What do you mean, Annabel? You only knew Mr. Ennison slightly
There was a dead silence in the little room. Anna sat with the face
of a Sphinxwaiting. Annabel thought, and thought again.
I knew Mr. Ennison better than I have ever told you, she said
You knowin Paris they coupled my name with some one'san
Englishman's. Nigel Ennison was he.
Anna stood up. Her cheeks were aflame. Her eyes were lit with
Go on! she commanded. Let me know the truth.
Annabel looked down. It was hard to meet that gaze.
Does he never speak to you ofof old times? she faltered.
Don't fence with me, Anna cried fiercely. The truth!
Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister's ear.
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. She was
wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John
would not be home for several hours at least.
I am delighted to see you, Mr. Ennison, she said, letting her
fingers rest in his. Do come and cheer me up. I am bored to
He took a seat by her side. He was looking pale and ill. There were
shadows under his eyes. He returned her impressive greeting almost
But you yourself, she exclaimed, glancing into his face, you too
look tired. You poor man, what have you been doing to yourself?
Nothing except travelling all night, he answered. I am just back
from Paris. I am bothered. I have come to you for sympathy, perhaps for
You may be sure of the one, she murmured. The other too if it is
within my power.
It is within yoursif anybody's, he answered. It is about your
sister, Lady Ferringhall.
Annabel gave a little gasp. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the
lines of her mouth hardened. The change in her face was not a pleasant
About my sister, she repeated slowly.
Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to
Yes. You remember that you saw us at the Savoy a few evenings ago?
And you knew, of course, that we were old friends?
Lady Ferringhall, I love your sister.
You what? she repeated incredulously.
I love your sister.
Lady Ferringhall sat with half closed eyes and clenched teeth.
Brute! Fool! To have come to her on such an errand. She felt a
hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the
whole miserable truth. The effort to maintain her self-control was
Butyour people! she gasped. Surely Lady Ennison would object,
even if it were possible. And the Duke, tooI heard him say that a
married secretary would be worse than useless to him.
The difficulties on my own side I can deal with, he answered. I
am not dependent upon any one. I have plenty of money, and the Duke
will not be in the next Cabinet. My trouble is with your sister.
Lady Ferringhall was conscious of some relief.
She has refused to listen to you?
She has behaved in a most extraordinary manner, he answered. We
partedthat night the best of friends. She knew that I cared for her,
she had admitted that she cared for me. I suppose I was a little
idioticI don't think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was
arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her.
When I went I was refused admittance. I have since received a most
extraordinary letter from her. She offers me no explanation, permits me
absolutely no hope. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. I
went to the theatre that night. I waited for her at the back. She saw
me, and, Lady Ferringhall, I shall never forget her look as long as I
live. It was horrible. She looked at me as though I were some unclean
thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar.
I could not have spoken to her. It took my breath away. By the time I
had recovered myself she had gone. My letters are returned unopened,
her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep.
The explanation seems to me to be reasonably simple, Annabel said
coldly. You seem to forget that my sister ismarried.
If she is, he answered, I am convinced that there are
circumstances in connexion with that marriage which would make a
You would marry a divorcée? she asked.
I would marry your sister anyhow, under any circumstances, he
She looked at him curiously.
I want to ask you a question, she said abruptly. This wonderful
affection of yours for my sister, does it date from your first meeting
with her in Paris?
I admired your sister in Paris, he answered, but I do not believe
that I regard her now as altogether the same person. Something has
happened to change her marvellously, either that, or she wilfully
deceived me and every one else in those days as to her real self. She
was a much lighter and more frivolous person, very charming and
companionablebut with a differencea great difference. I wonder
whether you would mind, Lady Ferringhall, he went on, with a sudden
glance at her, if I tell you that you yourself remind me a great deal
more of what she was like then, except of course that your complexion
and colouring are altogether different.
I am highly flattered, she remarked, with subtle irony.
Will you help me? he asked.
What can I do?
Go and see her. Find out what I have done or failed to do. Get me
an interview with her.
Really, she said, with a hard little laugh, you must regard me as
a very good-natured person.
You are, he answered unconsciously. I am sure that you are. I
want her to tell me the whole truth about this extraordinary marriage.
We will find some way out of it.
You think that you can do that?
I am sure of it, he answered, confidently. Those things are
arranged more easily in any other country than England. At any rate she
must see me. I demand it as a right. I must know what new thing has
come between us that she should treat me as a lover one day and a
monster the next.
She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. She was very
pale, but she reminded him more at that minute than at any time of
Alcide as he had first known her.
I wonder, she said, how much you care.
I care as a man cares only once in his life, he answered promptly.
When it comes there is no mistaking it.
Did it comein Paris?
I do not know, he answered. I do not think so. What does it
matter? It is here, and it is here to stay. Do help me, Lady
Ferringhall. You need not be afraid. No trouble will ever come to your
sister through me. If this idiotic marriage is binding then I will be
her friend. But I have powerful friends. I only want to know the truth,
and I will move heaven and earth to have it set aside.
The truth, she murmured, with her eyes fixed upon him. Well
She stopped short. He looked at her in some embarrassment.
Forgive me, he said, but I want to hear it from your sister. It
is her duty to tell me, and I would not have her think that I had been
trying to work upon your sympathies to learn her secrets.
She was silent.
You will go and see her, he begged.
Yes, I will go, she promised, with a queer little smile. It is
against my husband's orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be
particularly glad to see me. But I will go.
I shall always be grateful to you, he declared.
Don't be too sure of that, she answered enigmatically.
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her
sister's flat. There was no response. She rang again with the same
result. Then, as she was in the act of turning reluctantly away, she
noticed a thin crack between the door and the frame. She pushed the
former and it opened. The latch had not fully caught.
The flat was apparently empty. Annabel turned on the electric light
and made her way into the sitting-room. There was a coffee equipage on
the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up.
Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her
The clock struck half-past ten. The loneliness of the place somewhat
depressed her. She took up a book and threw it down again. Then she
examined with curiosity some knick-knacks upon a small round table by
her side. Amongst them was a revolver. She handled it half fearfully,
and set it carefully down again. Then for the first time she was
conscious of an unaccountable and terrifying sensation. She felt that
she was not alone.
She was only a few yards from the door, but lacked the courage to
rise and fly. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt
the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her
pallor-stricken cheeks. Her eyes were dilatedfixed in a horrified
stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window.
There was some one there. She had seen a man's head steal out for a
moment and draw the curtains a little closer. Even now she could trace
the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. She was wholly
unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. A little smothered cry
broke from her lipsthe curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped
out. She was powerless to move from her chair. All through that brief
but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as
fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. Her courage
and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. She could neither
speak nor move nor cry out.
Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!
She did not speak. Her lips parted, but no words came.
What have you done to yourself? he muttered. You have dyed your
hair and darkened your eyebrows. But you are Annabel. I should know
youin Heaven or Hell. Who is the other?
Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. Her lips were dry and
The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the 'Unusual'?
They call her by your old name. Her hair and voice and figure are as
yours used to be. Who is she, I say?
My sister! Annabel faltered.
He trembled violently. He seemed to be labouring under some great
I am a fool, he said. All these days I have taken her for you. I
have pleaded with herno wonder that I have pleaded with her in vain.
And all this time perhaps you have been waiting, expecting to hear from
me. Is it so, Annabel?
I did not know, she faltered, anything about you. Why should I?
At last, he murmured, at last I have found you. I must not let
you go again. Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife.
No, she moaned, not that. I thoughtthe papers said
You thought that I was dead, he interrupted. You pushed the wheel
from my hand. You jumped, and I think that you left me. Yet you knew
that I was not dead. You came to see me in the hospital. You must have
repented a little, or you would not have done that.
I did not come, she faltered. It was my sister Anna. I had left
He passed his hand wearily over his forehead.
That is where I got confused, he said. I opened my eyes, and she
was bending over my bedside. Then, I thought, she has repented, all
will be well. So I made haste and recovered. I came to London to look
for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up
with you. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!
Annabel looked around her nervously.
These are her rooms, she said. Soon she will return.
The sooner the better, he answered. I must explain to her.
Annabel, I cannot believe it. I have found you.
His eyes were burning. He advanced a step towards her. She held out
both her hands.
No, no, she cried. You frighten me!
He smiled at her indulgently.
But I am your husband, he said. You have forgotten. I am your
husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine.
It was a mistake, she faltered. You told me that your name was
Meysey Hill. I thought that you were he.
His face darkened.
I did it for love of you, he said. I lied, as I would have
committed a murder, or done any evil deed sooner than lose you. What
does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. I can keep you. You shall
have a house out at Balham or Sydenham, and two servants. You shall
have the spending of every penny of my money. Annabel, tell me that you
did not wish me dead. Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again.
Her passion conquered for a moment her fear.
But I am sorry, she exclaimed. Our marriage must be annulled. It
was no marriage at all.
Never, he exclaimed vehemently. You are mine, Annabel, and
nothing shall ever make me give you up.
But it is too late, she declared. You have no right to hold me to
a bargain which on your side was a lie. I consented to become Mrs.
Meysey Hillnever your wife.
What do you meanby too late? he demanded.
There is some one else whom I care for!
He laughed hardly.
Tell me his name, he said, and I promise that he shall never
trouble you. But you, he continued, moving imperceptibility a little
nearer to her, you are mine. The angels in Heaven shall not tear you
from me. We leave this room together. I shall not part with you again.
No, she cried, I will not. I will have nothing to do with you.
You are not my husband.
He came towards her with that in his face which filled her with
You belong to me, he said fiercely; the marriage certificate is
in my pocket. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough.
He stepped past her to the door and closed it. Then he turned with a
fierce movement to take her into his arms. There was a flash and a loud
report. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and
collapsed upon the floor.
Annabel; he moaned. You have killed me. My wifekilled me.
With a little crash the pistol fell from her shaking fingers. She
stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. Her faculties seemed for
a moment numbed. She could not realize what she saw. Surely it was a
dream. A moment before he had been a strong man, she had been in his
power, a poor helpless thing. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with
ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the
carpet. It could not be she who had done this. She had never let off a
pistol in her life. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint
innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. The smell of gunpowder was
strong in the room.
It was true. She had killed him. It was as much accident as
anything, but she had killed him. Once beforebut that had been
different. This time they would call it murder.
She listened, listened intently for several minutes. People were
passing in the street below. She could hear their footsteps upon the
pavement. A hansom stopped a little way off. She could hear the bell
tinkle as the horse shook its head. There was no one stirring in the
flats. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door. She moved
a little nearer to him.
It was horrible, but she must do it. She sank upon her knees and
unbuttoned his coat. It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal
looking. She drew it out with shaking fingers. There was a great splash
of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky. A deadly sickness
came over her, the room seemed spinning round. She staggered to the
fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. She held it
down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. Then she put
more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright.
Still silence everywhere. She pulled down her veil and made her way
to the door. She turned out the electric light and gained the hall.
Still no sound. Her knees almost sank beneath her as she raised the
latch of the front door and looked out. There was no one to be seen.
She passed down the stairs and into the street.
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
* * * * *
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.
You could never be that, he answered, but you are at least more
serious than usual.
Perhaps, she said, I am superstitious. This is my last week at
the 'Unusual,' you know. We begin rehearsing on Monday at the
Surely, he protested, the change is all in favour of your own
inclinations. It is your own choice, isn't it?
Yes. But I believe that Mr. Earles thinks I am a little mad, and
between ourselves I am not sure about it myself. It is easy enough to
sing these little chansons in an original wayit requires a very
different sort of ability to succeed on the stage.
You have it, he declared confidently.
She laughed altogether in her old manner.
I wonder how it is, she exclaimed, that my friends have so much
more confidence in me than I have in myself.
They know you better, he declared.
I am afraid, she answered, that one's friends can judge only of
the externals, and the things which matter, the things inside are
realized only by oneselfstop.
She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. They
had turned into the street, on the opposite side of which were the
flats where Anna lived. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had
swung round the corner she had seen a strange thing. The curtains which
she had left drawn were open, and the electric lights were turned on.
Then, even as they stood there, the room was plunged into darkness.
There is someone in my rooms, Anna said.
Is it your maid? he asked.
I have given her two days' holiday, Anna answered. She has gone
down into the country.
And no one elsehas a key?
I believe, she said, that that man must have one. I am safe while
I am there, for I have had bolts fitted everywhere, and a pane of glass
in the front door. But I am always afraid that he may get in while I am
away. Look! Is that some one coming out?
The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim
and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps
in the opposite direction. Anna watched her with curious eyes.
Is it any one you know? Brendon asked.
I am not sure, Anna answered. But, of course, she may have come
from one of the other flats.
Perhaps, he said, you had better let me have your key, and I will
go up and explore.
We will go together, she answered.
They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the
outside stone steps of the flat. Anna herself opened the hall door.
They stood for a moment in the passage and listened. Silence! Then Anna
clutched her companion's arm.
What was that? she asked sharply.
He had heard nothing. They both listened intently. Again silence.
I thought that I heard a groan, Anna whispered.
He laughed reassuringly.
I heard nothing, he declared, and my ears are good. Come.
He threw open the door of the sitting-room and switched on the
There is noGood God! he exclaimed.
He turned round to keep Anna out by force if possible, but he was
too late. She was by his side. She too had seen. The thin stream of
blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached
almost to her feet.
After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the
more self-possessed. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently
unbuttoned his waistcoat. Then she looked up at Brendon.
You must fetch a doctor, she said. I do not think that he is
And leave you here alone? he asked, in a hoarse whisper. Come
I am not afraid, she answered. Please hurry.
He reeled out of the room. Anna was afterwards astonished at her own
self-possession. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the
blood seemed to be coming from. Then she stood up and looked around the
There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or
disarranged furniture. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt
paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. On the
floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Anna saw it, and for
the first time found herself trembling.
She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in
front of her whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with
damning insistence. It was Annabel's. The lace was family lace, easily
recognizable. The perfume was the only one she ever used. Annabel had
been here then. It was she who had come out from the flat only a few
minutes before. It was she
Anna's nerves were not easily shaken, but she found herself suddenly
clutching at the table for support. The room was reeling, or was it
that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme
effort. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. She took up the
poker and stirred the fire vigorously. Almost at the same moment the
door opened and Brendon entered, followed by the doctor.
Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker
still in her hand. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man,
between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. Before
he even glanced at the man on the floor he stepped over to her side and
took the poker from her.
Forgive me, madam, he said stiffly, but in such a case as this it
is better that nothing in the room should be disturbed until the
arrival of the police. You have been burning paper, I see.
Are you a detective or a doctor? she asked calmly. Do you need me
to remind you that your patient is bleeding to death?
He dropped on his knees by the man's side and made a hurried
Who tied this scarf here? he asked, looking up.
I did, Anna answered. I hope that it has not done any harm.
He would have been dead before now without it, the doctor answered
shortly. Get me some brandy and my bag.
It was nearly half an hour before they dared ask him the question.
Will he live?
The doctor shook his head.
It is very doubtful, he said. You must send for the police at
once, you know. You, sir, he added, turning to Brendon, had better
take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that
Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business.
Is it necessary to send for the police? Anna asked.
Absolutely, the doctor answered, and the sooner the better. This
is a case either of suicide or murder. The police are concerned in it
in either event.
Please go then, Mr. Brendon, Anna said. You will come back, won't
He nodded cheerfully.
Of course I will, he answered.
The doctor and Anna were left alone. Every moment or two he bent
over his patient. He seemed to avoid meeting Anna's eyes as much as
Does he live here? he asked her presently.
I have no idea, Anna answered.
Who is the tenant of these rooms? he inquired.
You will have no objection to his remaining here? he asked. A
move of any sort would certainly be fatal.
Of course not, Anna said. Had he better have a nurse? I will be
responsible for anything of that sort.
If he lives through the next hour, the doctor answered, I will
send some one. Do you know anything of his friends? Is there any one
for whom we ought to send?
I know very little of him beyond his name, Anna answered. I know
nothing whatever of his friends or his home. He used to live in a
boarding-house in Russell Square. That is where I first knew him.
The doctor looked at her thoughtfully. Perhaps for the first time he
realized that Anna was by no means an ordinary person. His patient was
distinctly of a different order of life. It was possible that his first
impressions had not been correct.
Your name, I believe, is
Pellissier, Anna answered.
Allow me, the doctor said, to give you a word of advice, Miss
Pellissier. A detective will be here in a few moments to make inquiries
into this affair. You may have something to conceal, you may not. Tell
the whole truth. It always comes out sooner or later. Don't try to
shield anybody or hide anything. It is bad policy.
Anna smiled very faintly.
I thank you for your advice, she said. I can assure you that it
was quite unnecessary. I know less about this affair perhaps than you
suppose. What I do know I shall have no hesitation in telling anyone
who has the right to ask.
Just so, the doctor remarked drily. And if I were you I would
keep away from the fire.
Brendon reappeared, followed by a tall thin man with a stubbly brown
moustache and restless grey eyes. The doctor nodded to him curtly.
Good evening, Dorling, he said. Before you do anything else I
should advise you to secure those charred fragments of paper from the
grate. I know nothing about this affair, but some one has been burning
The detective went down on his hands and knees. With delicate touch
he rescued all that was possible of them, and made a careful little
parcel. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded
Shot through the lungs, he remarked.
The doctor nodded.
Bad hemorrhage, he said. I am going to fetch some things that
will be wanted if he pulls through the next hour. I found him lying
like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been
dead by now.
The doctor glanced towards Anna. Considering his convictions he felt
that his remark was a generous one. Anna's face however was wholly
He took up his hat and went. The detective rapidly sketched the
appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from
under the table. Then he turned to Anna.
Can you give me any information as to this affair? he asked.
I will tell you all that I know, Anna said. 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. Since then he has persistently annoyed me. I have suspected
him of possessing a skeleton key to my apartments. To-night I locked up
my flat at six o'clock. It was then, I am sure, empty. I dined with a
friend and went to the 'Unusual.' At a quarter past eleven I returned
here with this gentleman, Mr. Brendon. As we turned the corner of the
street, I noticed that the electric light was burning in this room. We
stopped for a moment to watch it, and almost immediately it was turned
out. We came on here at once. I found the door locked as usual, but
when we entered this room everything was as you see. Nothing has been
The detective nodded.
A very clear statement, madam, he said. From what you saw from
the opposite pavement then, it is certain that some person who was able
to move about was in this room only a minute or so before you entered
That is so, Anna answered.
You met no one upon the stairs, or saw no one leave the flats?
No one, Anna answered firmly.
Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him
immediately before your arrivalor rather if it was not himself the
person who did it was in the room, say two minutes, before you
That is so, Anna admitted.
I will not trouble you with any questions about the other occupants
of the flats, Mr. Dorling said. I shall have to go through the
building. You say that this gentleman was with you?
I was, Brendon answered, most providentially.
You did not notice anything which may have escaped this lady? You
saw no one leave the flats?
No one, Brendon answered.
You heard no pistol-shot?
The detective turned again to Anna.
You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?
There is no one else who has a key to your rooms?
No one except my maid, who is away in Wiltshire.
The inference is, then, the detective said smoothly, that this
man obtained admission to your rooms by means of a false key, that he
burnt some papers here and shot himself within a few moments of your
return. Either that or some other person also obtained admission here
and shot him, and that person is either still upon the premises or
escaped without your notice.
I suppose, Anna said, that those are reasonable deductions.
The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket.
I brought a man with me who is posted outside, he remarked. With
your permission I should like to search the remainder of your rooms.
Anna showed him the way.
Have either of you been out of this room since you discovered what
had happened? he asked.
Mr. Brendon went for the doctor, Anna answered. I have not left
this apartment myself.
Nothing unusual was discovered in any other part of the flat. While
they were still engaged in looking round the doctor returned with a
nurse and assistant.
With your permission, he said to Anna, I shall arrange a bed for
him where he is. There is scarcely one chance in a dozen of saving his
life; there would be none at all if he were moved.
You can make any arrangements you like, Anna declared. I shall
leave the flat to you and go to a hotel.
You would perhaps be so good as to allow one of my men to accompany
you and see you settled, Mr. Dorling said deferentially. In the event
of his death we should require you at once to attend at the inquest.
I am going to pack my bag, Anna answered. In five minutes I shall
The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had
entered the room with a deferential little gesture.
You will pardon me, sir, he said in a subdued tone, but I think
that you have forgotten to look at your engagement book. There is Lady
Arlingford's reception to-night, ten till twelve, and the Hatton House
ball, marked with a cross, sir, important. I put your clothes out an
Nigel Ennison looked up with a little start.
All right, Dunster, he said. I may go to Hatton House later, but
you needn't wait. I can get into my clothes.
The man hesitated.
Can I bring you anything, sira whisky and soda, or a liqueur?
You'll excuse me, sir, but you haven't touched your coffee.
Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes, Ennison
answered, and then leave me alone, there's a good fellow. I'm a little
The man obeyed his orders noiselessly and then left the room.
Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his
whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette.
What a fool I am! he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and
leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. And yet I wonder
whether the world ever held such another enigma in her sex. Paris looms
behinda tragedy of strange recollectionshere she emerges
Phoenix-like, subtly developed, a flawless woman, beautiful,
self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all others
beside her seem plain or vulgar. And thenthis sudden thrust. God only
knows what I have done, or left undone. Something unpardonable is laid
to my charge. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her
eyes.... I have written, calledof what avail is anythingagainst
that look.... What the devil is the matter, Dunster?
I beg your pardon, sir, the man answered, there is a lady here to
Ennison turned round sharply.
A lady, Dunster. Who is it?
The man came a little further into the room.
Lady Ferringhall, sir.
Lady Ferringhallalone? Ennison exclaimed.
Quite alone, sir.
Ennison was dismayed.
For Heaven's sake, Dunster, don't let her out of the carriage, or
hansom, or whatever she came in. Say I'm out, away, anything!
I am sorry, sir, the man answered, but she had sent away her
hansom before I answered the bell. She is in the hall now. I
The door was thrown open. Annabel entered.
Forgive my coming in, she said to Ennison. I heard your voices,
and the hall is draughty. What is the matter with you?
Dunster had withdrawn discreetly. Ennison's manner was certainly not
one of a willing host.
I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall, he
said quietly. For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a
moment. Dunster shall fetch you a cab. I
She threw herself into an easy chair. She was unusually pale, and
her eyes were brilliant. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna.
You needn't be worried, she said quietly. The conventions do not
matter one little bit. You will agree with me when you have heard what
I have to say. For me that is all over and done with.
Lady Ferringhall! Anna! he exclaimed.
She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him.
Suppose you call me by my proper name, she said quietly. Call me
He started back as though he had been shot.
Annabel? he exclaimed. That is your sister's name.
It came upon him like a flash. Innumerable little puzzles were
instantly solved. He could only wonder that this amazing thing had
remained so long a secret to him. He remembered little whispered
speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he
loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago.
Nevertheless it was overwhelming.
But your hair, he gasped.
And your figure?
One's corsetière arranges that. My friend, I am only grieved
that you of all others should have been so deceived. I have seen you
with Anna, and I have not known whether to be glad or sorry. I have
been in torment all the while to know whether it was to Anna or to
Annabel that you were making love so charmingly. Nigel, do you know
that I have been very jealous?
He avoided the invitation of her eyes. He was indeed still in the
throes of his bewilderment.
But Sir John? he exclaimed. What made you marry him? What made
you leave Paris without a word to any one? What made you and your
sister exchange identities?
There is one answer to all those questions, Nigel, she said, with
a nervous little shudder. It is a hateful story. Come close to me, and
let me hold your hand, dear. I am a little afraid.
There was a strange look in her face, the look of a frightened
child. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy
approaching. He stood by her side, and he suffered her hands to rest in
You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me aboutMeysey
Hill they called him?
Miserable bounder, he murmured. Turned out to be an impostor,
He imposed on me, Annabel continued. I believed that he was the
great multi-millionaire. He worried me to marry him. I let him take me
to the English Embassy, and we went through some sort of a ceremony. I
thought it would be magnificent to have a great house in Paris, and
more money than any other woman. Afterwards we started for déjeuner
in a motor. On the way he confessed. He was not Meysey Hill, but an
Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. Every one took
him for the millionaire, and he had lost his head about me. Iwell, I
lost my temper. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering
wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the
road with the motor on top of him. This is the first act.
Served the beast right, Ennison declared. I think I can tell you
something which may be very good news for you presently. But go on.
Act two, she continued. Enter Sir John, very honest, very much in
love with me. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I
wanted to get away from Paris. Sir John heard gossip about usabout
Anna the recluse, a paragon of virtue, and Annabel alias 'Alcide' a
dancer at the cafés chantants, and concerning whom there were
many stories which were false, and a fewwhich were true. Iwell, I
borrowed Anna's name. I made her my unwilling confederate. Sir John
followed me to London and married me. To this day he and every one else
thinks that he married Anna.
Act three. Anna comes to London. She is poor, and she will take
nothing from my husband, the man she had deceived for my sake, and he,
on his part, gravely disapproves of her as 'Alcide.' She tries every
way of earning a living and fails. Then she goes to a dramatic agent.
Curiously enough nothing will persuade him that she is not 'Alcide.' He
believes that she denies it simply because owing to my marriage with
Sir John, whom they call the 'Puritan Knight,' she wants to keep her
identity secret. He forces an engagement upon her. She never calls
herself 'Alcide.' It is the Press who find her out. She is the image of
what I was like, and she has a better voice. Then enter Mr. Hill
againalive. He meets Anna, and claims her as his wife. It is Anna
again who stands between me and ruin.
I cannot let you go on, Ennison interrupted. I believe that I can
give you great news. Tell me where the fellow Hill took you for this
It was behind the Place de Vendome, on the other side from the
I knew it, Ennison exclaimed. Cheer up, Annabel. You were never
married at all. That place was closed by the police last month. It was
a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an
Englishman. Everything was done in the most legal and imposing way, but
the whole thing was a fraud.
Then I was never married to him at all? Annabel said.
Neverbut, by Jove, you had a narrow escape, Ennison exclaimed.
Annabel, I begin to see why you are here. Think! Had you not better
hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough.
You can tell me the rest another time.
She smiled faintly.
The rest, she said, holding tightly to his hands, is the most
important of all. You came to me, you wished me to speak to Anna. I
went to her rooms to-night. There was no one at home, and I was coming
away when I saw that the door was open. I decided to go in and wait. In
her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. He had gained admission
somehow, and he too was waiting for Anna. Buthe was cleverer than any
of you. He knew me, Nigel. 'At last,' he cried, 'I have found you!' He
would listen to nothing. He swore that I was his wife, andI shot him,
Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. Shot him, do you hear?
Good God! he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. Is this true,
Annabel? Is he dead?
I shot him. I saw the blood come as he rolled over. I tore the
marriage certificate from his pocket and burnt it. And then I came
You camehere! he repeated, vaguely.
Nigel, Nigel, she cried. Don't you understand? It is I whom you
cared for in Paris, not Anna. She is a stranger to you. You cannot care
for her. Think of those days in Paris. Do you remember when we went
right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past
Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and
the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the
rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. Oh, the scent of the
flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before
us in the river. Nigel! You have not forgotten. It was the first day
you kissed me, under the willows, coming into Veraz. Nigel, you have
No, he said, with a little bitter smile. I have never forgotten.
She suddenly caught hold of his shoulders and drew him down towards
Nigel, don't you understand. I must leave England to-night. I must
go somewhere into hiding, a long, long way off. I killed him, Nigel.
They will say that it was murder. But if only you will come I do not
He shook her hands off almost roughly. He stood away from her. She
listened with dumb fear in her eyes.
Listen, Annabel, he said hoarsely. We played at love-making in
Paris. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we
played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the
gameboth of us. Other things came. We went our ways. There was no
broken faithnot even any question of anything of the sort. I met you
here as Lady Ferringhall. We have played at a little mild love-making
again. It has been only the sort of nonsense which passes lightly
enough between half the men and women in London. You shall know the
truth. I do not love you. I have never loved you. I call myself a man
of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love
meantuntil I met your sister.
You loveAnna? she exclaimed.
I do, he answered. I always shall. Now if you are ready to go
with me, I too am ready. We will go to Ostend by the early morning boat
and choose a hiding place from there. I will marry you when Sir John
gets his divorce, and I will do all I can to keep you out of harm. But
you had better know the truth to start with. I will do all this not
because I love you, butbecause you are Anna's sister.
Annabel rose to her feet.
You are magnificent, she said, but the steel of your truth is a
little oversharpened. It cuts. Will you let your servant call me a
hansom, she continued, opening the door before he could reach her
side. I had no idea that it was so abominably late.
He scarcely saw her face again. She pulled her veil down, and he
knew that silence was best.
Where to? he asked, as the hansom drove up.
Home, of course, she answered. Eight, Cavendish Square.
David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room
with outstretched hands.
You cannot say that you did not expect me, he answered. I got
Sydney's telegram at ten o'clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the
Gare du Nord.
It is very nice of you, Anna said softly.
Rubbish! he answered. I could not have stayed in Paris and waited
for news. Tell me exactly what has happened. Even now I do not
understand. Is this man Hill dead?
She shook her head.
He was alive at four o'clock this afternoon, she answered, but
the doctors give little hope of his recovery.
What is there to be feared? he asked her quietly.
You are my friend, she said, if any one is. I think that I will
tell you. The man Hill has persecuted me for monthsever since I have
been in England. He claimed me for his wife, and showed to every one a
marriage certificate. He shot at me at the 'Unusual,' and the
magistrates bound him over to keep the peace. I found him once in my
rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. Last night Mr.
Brendon and I returned from the 'Unusual,' and found him lying in my
room shot through the lungs. In the grate were some charred fragments
of a marriage certificate. We fetched the doctor and the police. From
the first I could see that neither believed my story. I am suspected of
having shot the man.
But that is ridiculous! he exclaimed.
She laughed a little bitterly.
I am under police surveillance, she said. So is Mr. Brendon.
But there is not a shadow of evidence against you, he objected.
The man alone could supply any, and if he recovers sufficiently to say
anything, what he would say would exonerate you.
There was a moment's silence. Anna's face was half turned from him,
but her expression, and the tone of her monosyllable puzzled him. He
stepped quickly towards her. Her eyes seemed to be looking backwards.
She distinctly shivered as he forced her to look at him. He was
Anna! he exclaimed hoarsely. Look at me. What is it? Good God!
An unhappy little smile parted her lips. She clenched her hands
together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the
I think, she said, that I will tell you everything. I must tell
somebodyand you would understand.
I am your friend, he said slowly, whatever you may have to tell
me. You can trust me, Anna. You know that. I will be as silent as the
Not long ago, she said, you left me in anger, partly because of
this exchange of identities between Annabel and myself. You said that
it would bring trouble. It has.
Annabel's real reason for wishing to leave Paris, the real reason
she married Sir John Ferringhall, was because of a very foolish thing
which she did. It wasin connection with this man Hill. He personated
over there a millionaire named Meysey Hill, and it seems that he
induced Annabel to go through some sort of marriage with him at the
Where? Courtlaw asked quickly.
Courtlaw seemed about to say something. He changed his mind however,
and simply motioned to her to proceed.
Then there was a motor accident only an hour or so after this
ceremony, and Hill was reported to be killed. Annabel believed it, came
to England and married Sir John. Now you can understand why I have been
Yes, yes, I understand that, Courtlaw interrupted. But about last
Annabel knew where I lived, Anna continued slowly. She has been
to my flat before. I saw her come out from the flat buildings two
minutes before we entered it last night. I picked up her handkerchief
on the floor.
You meanyou think
Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he
met there. What passed between them I cannot thinkI dare not. The
pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him
when he forced his way in upon me before. Now you can understand why
every minute is a torture to me. It is not for myself I fear. But if he
speaksI fear what he may tell.
You have been to her? he asked.
I dare not, she answered.
I will go, he said. She must be warned. She had better escape if
Anna shook her head.
She will take her risk, she answered. I am sure of it. If he
recovers he may not accuse her. If he dies she is safe.
He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly.
There are some people, he said at last, who seem fated to carry
on their shoulders the burdens of other people. You, Anna, are one of
them. I know in Paris you pinched and scraped that your sister might
have the dresses and entertainments she desired. You fell in at once
with her quixotic and damnable scheme of foisting her reputation and
her follies upon your shoulders whilst she marries a rich man and
commences all over again a life of selfish pleasure. You on the other
hand have to come to London, a worker, with the responsibility of life
upon your own shouldersand in addition all the burden of her
You forget, she said, looking up at him with a faint smile, that
under the cloak of her name I am earning more money a week than I could
ever have earned in a year by my own labours.
It is an accident, he answered. Besides, it is not so. You sing
better than Annabel ever did, you have even a better style. 'Alcide' or
no 'Alcide,' there is not a music hall manager in London or Paris who
would not give you an engagement on your own merits.
Perhaps not, she answered. And yet in a very few weeks I shall
have done with it all. Do you think that I shall ever make an actress,
I doubt it, he answered bluntly. You have not feeling enough.
She smiled at him.
It is like old times, she said, to hear these home truths. All
the same, I don't admit it.
He shook his head.
To be an actress, he said, you require a special and peculiar
temperament. I do not believe that there has ever lived a really great
actress whose moral character from the ordinary point of view would
Then I, she said, have too much character.
Too much character, and too little sentiment, he answered. Too
much sensibility and too cold a heart. Too easily roused emotions and
too little passion. How could you draw the curtain aside which hides
the great and holy places of lifeyou, who have never loved?
You have become French to the core, she murmured. You would
believe that life is kindled by the passions alone.
There was silence between them. Then a servant girl brought in a
telegram. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw. It was from
Hill gradually recovering consciousness. Doctor says
to-night. Recovery impossible.BRENDON.
He looked at her gravely.
I think, he said, that some one ought to warn her.
It is Number 8, Cavendish Square, she answered simply.
* * * * *
Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel's long
low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise,
crowded with guests. From the further end of the apartment came the low
music of a violin. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with
tea and chocolate. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. Then she
came a few steps to meet him.
Mr. Courtlaw, is it not, she remarked, with lifted eyebrows.
Really it is very kind of you to have found me out.
He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped,
having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals.
Lady Mackinnor, she said, I am sure that you must have heard of
Mr. David Courtlaw. Permit me to make him known to youMr.
With a murmured word of excuse she glided away, and Courtlaw, who
had come with a mission which seemed to him to be one of life or death,
was left to listen to the latest art jargon from Chelsea. He bore it as
long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel
moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile
and a whisper for nearly everybody. Grudgingly he admired her. To him
she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasitesomething
quite insignificant. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had
the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty
fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. And
instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. She
knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met,
and she laughed mockingly at him. At last he could bear it no longer.
He left his companion in the midst of a glowing eulogy of Bastien
Leparge, and boldly intercepted his hostess as she moved from one group
to join another.
Can you spare me a moment? he asked. I have a message from your
Are you in a hurry, she asked carelessly. A lot of these people
will be going presently.
My message is urgent, he said firmly. If you cannot listen to me
now it must remain undelivered.
She shrugged her shoulders and led him towards a small recess. So
you come from Anna, do you? she remarked. Well, what is it?
Montague Hill is recovering consciousness, he said. He will
probably make a statement to-night.
That sounds very interesting, she answered coolly. Perhaps I
should better be able to understand its significance if you would
explain to me who Mr. Montague Hill is.
Your husband, he answered bluntly.
She did not wince. She laughed a little contemptuously.
You and Anna, she said, seem to have stumbled upon a mare's nest.
If that is my sister's message, pray return to her and say that the
doings and sayings of Mr. Montague Hill do not interest me in the
Don't be foolish, he said sharply. You were seen to leave the
flat, and your handkerchief was found there. Very likely by this time
the whole truth is known.
She smiled at him, an understanding smile, but her words defied him.
What a beautiful mare's nest! she exclaimed. I can see you and
Anna groaning and nodding your grave heads together. Bah! She does not
know me very well, and younot at all. Do have some tea, won't you? If
you must, go then.
Courtlaw was dismissed. As he passed out he saw in the hall a
quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen.
He shivered and looked behind as he stepped into his hansom. Had it
Confess, my dear husband, Annabel said lightly, that you are
Sir John smiled.
My dear Anna, he answered. To tell you the truth, it has seemed
just lately as though we were becoming in some measure estranged. You
certainly have not shown much desire for my society, have you?
You have been wrapped up in your politics, she murmured.
He shook his head.
There have been other times, he said a little sadly.
Her little white hand stole across the table. There was a look in
her eyes which puzzled him.
I have been very selfish, she declared. But you must forgive me,
I would forgive you a great deal more, he answered readily, for
the sake of an evening like this. You have actually given up a
dinner-party to dine alone with me.
And made you give up a political meeting, she reminded him.
Quite an unimportant one, he assured her. I would have given up
anything to see you your old self againas you are this evening.
I am afraid I have not been very nice, she said sadly. Never
mind. You must think of this evening, John, sometimesas a sort of
I hope, he answered, looking at her in some surprise, that we
shall have many more such to think about.
They were lingering over their dessert. The servants had left the
room. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little
folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it.
I am developing ailments, she said, meeting his questioning eyes.
It is nothing of any importance. John, I have something to say to
If you want to ask a favour, he remarked smiling, you have made
it almost impossible for me to refuse you anything.
I am going to ask more than a favour, she said slowly. I am going
to ask for your forgiveness.
He was a little uneasy.
I do not know what you mean, he said, but if you are referring to
any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again.
I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I'm afraid, but if you treat me
like this you will teach me to forget it.
Annabel looked intently into her glass.
John, she said, I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy.
I am very, very sorry, but you must listen to me.
He relapsed into a stony silence. A few feet away, across the low
vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night
perhaps than ever before in her life. She wore a wonderful dress of
turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she
knew very well now that she would never attend. Her hair once more was
arranged with its old simplicity. There was a new softness in her eyes,
a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic.
You remember our first meeting?
Yes, he answered hoarsely. I remember it very well indeed. You
have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of
a frightened child.
She looked into her glass.
I was frightened then, she declared. I am frightened now. But it
is all very different. There was hope for me then. Now there is none.
No, none at all.
You talk strangely, Anna, he said. Go on!
People talked to you in Paris about us, she continued, about Anna
the virtuous and Annabel the rake. You were accused of having been seen
with the latter. You denied it, remembering that I had called myself
Anna. You went even to our rooms and saw my sister. Anna lied to you, I
lied to you. I was Annabel the rake, 'Alcide' of the music halls. My
name is Annabel, not Anna. Do you understand?
I do not, he answered. How could I, when your sister sings now at
the 'Unusual' every night and the name 'Alcide' flaunts from every
placard in London?
The likeness between us, she said, before I began to disfigure
myself with rouge and ill-dressed hair, was remarkable. Anna failed in
her painting, our money was gone, and she was forced to earn her own
living. She came to London, and tried several things without any
Sir John stopped short. With a moment of inward shame he remembered
his deportment towards Anna. It was scarcely likely that she would have
accepted his aid. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig.
He remembered it suddenly. He thought of his severe attitude towards
the girl who was rightly and with contempt refusing his measured help.
He looked across at Annabel, and he groaned. This was his humiliation
as well as hers.
Anna of course would not accept any money from us, she continued.
She tried everything, and last of all she tried the stage. She went to
a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing
in Paris. He refused to believe that Anna was not 'Alcide.' He thought
she wished to conceal her identity because of the connexion with you,
and he offered her an engagement at once. She was never announced as
'Alcide,' but directly she walked on she simply became 'Alcide' to
every one. She had a better voice than I, and the rest I suppose is
only a trick. The real 'Alcide', she wound up with a faint smile
across the table at him, is here.
He sat like a man turned to stone. Some part of the stiff vigour of
the man seemed to have subsided. He seemed to have shrunken in his
seat. His eyes were fixed upon her face, but he opened his lips twice
before he spoke.
When you married me
Her little hand flashed out across the table.
John, she said, I can spare you that question. I had been about
as foolish and selfish as a girl could be. I had done the most
compromising things, and behaved in the most ridiculous way. But from
the restyou saved me.
Sir John breathed a long deep sigh. He sat up in his chair again,
the colour came back to his cheeks.
John, don't! she cried. You think that this is all. You are going
to be generous and forgive. It isn't all. There is worse to come. There
is a tragedy to come.
Out with it, then, he cried, almost roughly. Don't you know,
child, that this is torture for me? What in God's name more can you
have to tell me?
Her face had become almost like a marble image. She spoke with a
certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops
of ice upon the man who sat listening.
Before I met you I was deluded into receiving upon friendly terms a
man named Hill, who passed himself off as Meysey Hill the railway man,
but who was in reality an Englishman in poor circumstances. He was
going to settle I forget how many millions upon me, and I think that I
was dazzled. I went with him to what I supposed to be the British
Embassy, and went through a ceremony which I understood to be the usual
form of the marriage one used there. Afterwards we started for a motor
ride to a place outside Paris for déjeuner, and I suppose the
man's nerve failed him. I questioned him too closely about his
possessions, and remarked upon the fact that he was a most inexpert
driver, although Meysey Hill had a great reputation as a motorist.
Anyhow he confessed that he was a fraud. I struck him across the face,
jumped out and went back by train to Paris. He lost control of the
machine, was upset and nearly killed.
Did you say, Sir John asked, that the man's name was Hill?
Yes, she answered.
The man who was found dead in your sister's room was named Hill?
It is the man, she answered. I killed him.
Sir John clutched at the table with both hands. A slow horror was
dawning in his fixed eyes. This was not the sort of confession which he
had been expecting. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but
his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. It
seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. Everything
was blurred. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost
flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Annabel a
murderess! It was not possible.
Child! he cried. You do not know what you say. This is part of a
dreamsome evil fancy. Think! You could not have done it.
She shook her head deliberately, hopelessly.
I think that I know very well what I am saying, she answered. I
went to Anna's rooms because I felt that I must see her. He was there
concealed, waiting her return. He recognized me at once, and he behaved
like a madman. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me
to him at last. John, he was between me and the door. A strong coarse
man, and there were things in his eyes which made my blood run cold
with terror. He came over to me. I was helpless. Beside me on Anna's
table was a pistol. I was not even sure whether it was loaded. I
snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired.
Ah! Sir John exclaimed.
He fell over at my feet, she continued. I saw him stagger and
sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. I bent over
him. Anna had told me that he carried always with him this bogus
marriage certificate. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket.
I burned it.
But the marriage itself? Sir John asked. I do not understand.
There was no marriage, she answered. I was very foolish to have
been deceived even for a moment. There was no marriage, and I hated,
oh, how I hated the man.
Did any one see you leave the flat? he asked.
I do not know. But David Courtlaw has been here. To-night they say
he will be conscious. He will say who it was. So there is no escape.
And listen, John.
I went from Anna's flat to Nigel Ennison's rooms. I told him the
truth. I asked him to take me away, and hide me. He refused. He sent me
Sir John's head bent lower and lower. There was nothing left now of
the self-assured, prosperous man of affairs. His shoulders were bent,
his face was furrowed with wrinkles. He looked no longer at his wife.
His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth.
There was a gentle rustling of skirts. Softly she rose to her feet.
He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she
leaned over him. He did not look up, so he did not know that in her
other hand she held a glass of wine.
Dear husband, she murmured. I am so very, very sorry. I have
brought disgrace upon you, and I haven't been the right sort of wife at
all. But it is all over now, and presently there will be some one else.
I should like to have had you forgive me.
He did not move. He seemed to be thinking hard. She paused for a
moment. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips.
Good-bye, John, she said simply.
Something in her tone made him look up. In a second the glass lay
shattered upon the carpet. There was a stain of wine upon her dress.
God in Heaven, Annabel! he cried. What were you doing?
Her voice was a little hysterical. Her unnatural calm was giving
It was poisonwhy not? she answered. Who is there to care
His arms were around her. He kissed her once on the lips with a
passion of which, during all their days of married life, he had given
You poor little girl! he cried. Forgive you, indeed. There isn't
a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn't have blessed that pistol in
your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. It is no
crime, none at all. It is one of God's laws that a woman may defend her
honour, even with the shedding of blood. While you talked I was only
making our plans. It was necessary to think, and think quickly.
She was altogether hysterical now.
But II went to Nigel Ennison for help. I asked himto take me
She saw him flinch, but he gave no sign of it in his tone.
Perhaps, he said, I have been to blame. It must be my fault that
you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come toat such a
time as this. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. You were afraid of me,
afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. Bah.
Little woman, you have been brave enough before. Pull yourself together
now. Drink this!
He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her
lips. She drank it obediently.
Good, he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks.
Now listen. You go to your room and ring for your maid. I received a
telegram, as you know, during dinner. It contains news of the serious
illness of a near relation at Paris. Your maid has twenty minutes to
pack your dressing case for one night, and you have the same time to
change into a travelling dress. In twenty minutes we meet in the hall,
remember. I will tell you our plans on the way to the station.
But you, she exclaimed, you are not coming. There is the
He laughed derisively.
Election be hanged! he exclaimed. Don't be childish, Annabel. We
are off for a second honeymoon. Just one thing more. We may be stopped.
Don't look so frightened. You called yourself a murderess. You are
nothing of the sort. What you did is called manslaughter, and at the
worst there is only a very slight penalty, nothing to be frightened
about in the least. Remember that.
She kissed him passionately, and ran lightly upstairs. In the hall
below she could hear his firm voice giving quick commands to the
There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of
feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a
storm. Anna, who had sung the first verse of her song, looked around
the house, a little surprised at the absence of the applause which had
never yet failed her. She realized in a moment what had happened. Even
though the individual faces of her audience were not to be singled out,
she had been conscious from the first moment of her appearance that
something was wrong. She hesitated, and for a moment thought of
omitting her second verse altogether. The manager, however, who stood
in the wings, nodded to her to proceed, and the orchestra commenced the
first few bars of the music. Then the storm broke. A long shrill
cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. Then a roar of hisses.
They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery,
even from the stalls. And there arose too, a background of shouts.
Who killed her husband?
Go and nurse him, missus!
Anna looked from left to right. She was as pale as death, but she
seemed to have lost the power of movement. They shouted to her from the
wings to come off. She could not stir hand or foot. A paralyzing horror
was upon her. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those
hideous shouts. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her
upon the cheek. The stage manager came out from the wings, and taking
her hand led her off. There was more shouting.
The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech. He
regrettedmore deeply than he could saythe occurrence of this
evening. He fancied that when they had had time to reflect, they would
regret it still more. (No, no.) They had shown themselves grossly
ignorant of facts. They had chosen to deliberately and wickedly insult
a lady who had done her best to entertain them for many weeks. He could
not promise that she would ever appear again in that house. (Good
job.) Well, they might say that, but he knew very well that before
long they would regret it. Of his own certain knowledge he could tell
them that. For his own part he could not sufficiently admire the pluck
of this lady, who, notwithstanding all that she had been through, had
chosen to appear this evening rather than break her engagement. He
should never sufficiently be able to regret the return which they had
made to her. He begged their attention for the next turn.
He had spoken impressively, and most likely Anna, had she
reappeared, would have met with a fair reception. She, however, had no
idea of doing anything of the sort. She dressed rapidly and left the
theatre without a word to any one. The whole incident was so unexpected
that neither Courtlaw nor Brendon were awaiting. The man who sat behind
a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment
absent. Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a
hansom. Suddenly she felt her wrist grasped by a strong hand. It was
Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows.
Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. But you have not finished
surely. Your second turn is not over, is it?
She laughed a little hardly. Even now she was dazed. The horror of
those few minutes was still with her.
Have you not heard? she said. For me there is no second turn. I
have said good-bye to it all. They hissed me!
Beasts! he muttered. But was it wise to sing to-night?
Why not? The man was nothing to me.
You have not seen the evening paper?
No. What about them?
He called a hansom.
They are full of the usual foolish stories. To-morrow they will all
be contradicted. To-night all London believes that he was your
That is why they hissed me, then?
Of course. To-morrow they will know the truth.
Is this hansom for me? she said. Thank youand good-bye.
I am coming with you, he said firmly.
She shook her head.
Don't! she begged.
You are in trouble, he said. No one has a better right than I to
be with you.
You have no right at all, she answered coldly.
I have the right of the man who loves you, he declared. Some day
you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to
remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated.
Anna gave her address to the driver. She leaned back in the cab with
This is all madness, she declared wearily. Do you think it is
fair of you to persecute me just now?
It is not persecution, Anna, he answered gently. Only you are the
woman I love, and you are in trouble. And you are something of a
heroine, too. You see, my riddle is solved. I know all.
You know all?
Your sister has told me.
You have seen hersince last night?
Anna shivered a little. She asked no further questions for the
moment. Ennison himself, with the recollection of Annabel's visit still
fresh in his mind, was for a moment constrained and ill at ease. When
they reached her rooms she stepped lightly out upon the pavement.
Now you must go, she said firmly. I have had a trying evening and
I need rest.
You need help and sympathy more, Anna, he pleaded, and I have the
right, yes I have the right to offer you both. I will not be sent
It is my wish to be alone, she said wearily. I can say no more.
She turned and fitted the latchkey into the door. He hesitated for a
moment and then he followed her. She turned the gas up in her little
sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. On the mantelpiece
in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel's handwriting.
She looked at it with a little shudder, but she made no motion to take
Will you say what you have to say, please, and go. I am tired, and
I want to be alone.
He came and stood on the hearthrug close to her.
Anna, he said, you make it all indescribably hard for me. Will
you not remember what has passed between us? I have the right to take
my place by your side.
You have no right at all, she answered. Further than that, I am
amazed that you should dare to allude to those few moments, to that
single moment of folly. If ever I could bring myself to ask you any
favour, I would ask you to forget even as I have forgotten.
Why in Heaven's name should I forget? he cried. I love you, Anna,
and I want you for my wife. There is nothing but your pride which
stands between us.
There is great deal more, she answered coldly. For one thing I am
going to marry David Courtlaw.
He stepped back as though he had received a blow.
It is not possible, he exclaimed.
Because you are mine. You have told me that you cared. Oh, you
cannot escape from it. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so
He fancied that she was yielding, but her eyes fell once more upon
that fatal envelope, and her tone when she spoke was colder than ever.
That was a moment of madness, she said. I was lonely. I did not
know what I was saying.
I will have your reason for this, he said. I will have your true
She looked at him for a moment with fire in her eyes.
You need a reason. Ask your own conscience. What sort of a standard
of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very
well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult,
every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage. That is
what stands between us, if you would knowthat.
She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. He
recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. Her eyes noted it
But your sister, he said. What has she told you?
He was a little bewildered.
But, he said, you do not blame me altogether?
She rose to her feet.
I am tired, she said, and I want to rest. But if you do not leave
this room I must.
He took up his hat.
Very well, he said. You are unjust and quixotic, Anna, you have
no right to treat any one as you are treating me. And yetI love you.
When you send for me I shall come back. I do not believe that you will
marry David Courtlaw. I do not think that you will dare to marry
He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks,
listening to his retreating footsteps. When she was quite sure that he
was gone she took her sister's note from the mantelpiece and slowly
broke the seal.
I lied to you. Nigel Ennison was my very good friend, but
is not the slightest reason for your not marrying him, if you
wish to do so.
My husband knows all. We leave England to-night.
Anna moved softly to the window, and threw up the sash. Ennison had
The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him.
Where am I? he muttered.
Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him.
You are in a private room of St. Felix Hospital, he said.
Hospital? What for? What's the matter with me?
Courtlaw's voice sank to a whisper. A nurse was at the other end of
There was an accident with a pistol in Miss Pellissier's room, he
The light of memory flashed in the man's face. His brows drew a
little nearer together.
Accident! She shot me, he muttered. I had found her at last, and
she shot me. Listen, you. Am I going to die?
I am afraid that you are in a dangerous state, Courtlaw answered
gravely. The nurse will fetch the doctor directly. I wanted to speak
to you first.
Who are you?
I am a friend of Miss Pellissier's, Courtlaw answered.
The Miss Pellissier in whose rooms you were, and who sings at the
'Unusual,' Courtlaw answered. The Miss Pellissier who was at White's
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
And who made the arrangements for you, and sent you there?
Hainault, Celeste's friend. He did everything.
I thought so, Courtlaw said. You too were deceived. The place to
which you went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance
was a fraud. I heard rumours of it in Paris, and the place since then
has been closed.
But Hainaultassuredmethat the marriage was binding.
So it would have been at the English Embassy, Courtlaw answered,
but the place to which you went was not the English Embassy. It was
rigged up for the occasion as it has been many a time before.
But Hainaultwasa pal. II don't understand, the man faltered
Hainault was Celeste's friend, and Celeste was Annabel's enemy,
Courtlaw said. It was a plot amongst them all to humiliate her.
Then she has never been my wife.
Never for a second. She is the wife now of another man.
Hill closed his eyes. For fully five minutes he lay quite
motionless. Then he opened them again suddenly, to find Courtlaw still
by his side.
It was a bad day for me, he said, speaking slowly and painfully.
A bad thing for me when that legacy came. I thought I'd see Paris, do
the thinglike a toff. And I heard 'Alcide' sing, and that little
dance she did. I was in the front row, and I fancied she smiled at me.
Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched
her come in, I watched her go. She dropped a flowerit's in my
pocket-book now. I couldn't rest or eat or sleep. I made Hainault's
acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. He shook his head all
the time. Annabel Pellissier was not like the others, he said. She had
a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her
sisterwas a lady. But one day he came to me. It was Celeste's idea. I
could be presented as Meysey Hill. We were alike. He wasa
millionaire. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and sincethenI
haven't had a minute's peace. God help me.
Courtlaw was alarmed at the man's pallor.
You mustn't talk any more, he said, but I want you to listen to
me just for a moment. The doctor will be here to see you in five
minutes. The nurse sent for him as soon as she saw that you were
conscious. It is very possible that he will ask you to tell him before
witnesses how you received your wound.
The man smiled at him.
You are their friend, then?
I am, Courtlaw answered.
The one whose life you have been making a burden, who has been all
the time shielding her sister. I would have married her long ago, but
she will not have me.
Bring herhere, Hill muttered. I
The door opened, and the doctor entered softly. Hill closed his
eyes. Courtlaw stood up.
He has asked to see some one, he whispered to the doctor. Is
there any urgency?
The doctor bent over his patient, who seemed to have fallen asleep.
Presently he turned to Courtlaw.
I think, he said, that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to
see. His condition is not unfavourable, but there may be a relapse at
So only a few minutes after Ennison's departure, while Anna stood
indeed with her sister's open letter still in her hand, Courtlaw drove
up in hot haste. She opened the door to him herself.
Will you come round to the hospital? he asked. Hill has asked for
you, and they will take his depositions to-night.
She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. They
drove rapidly through the emptying streets.
Will he die? she asked.
Impossible to say, he answered. We have a private room at St.
Felix. Everything is being done that can be.
You are sure that he asked for menot for Annabel?
Certain, Courtlaw answered.
Has he accused any one yet?
Not yet, he answered. I have scarcely left his side.
He was still conscious when they reached the hospital and his state
was much more favourable. The doctor and another man were by his
bedside when they entered the room, and there were writing materials
which had evidently been used close at hand. He recognised Anna, and at
once addressed her.
Thank youfor coming, he said. The doctor has asked me to give
them my reasonsfor shooting myself. I've told them all that was
necessary, but Iwanted to ask your pardonfor having made myself a
nuisance to you, and for breaking into your roomsand to thank
youthe doctor says you bound up my woundor I should have bled to
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 wordswith 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.
They all left the room. Anna leaned over so that he needed only to
Tell your sister she was right to shoot, quite right. I meant
mischief. But tell her this, too. I believed that our marriage was
genuine. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe
I will tell her, Anna promised.
She has nothing to be afraid of, he continued. I have signed a
statement that I shot myself; bad trade and drink, both trueboth
His eyes were closed. Anna left the room on tiptoe. She and Courtlaw
drove homewards together.
Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey
little room writing letters. The room was worse than pokey, it was
shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs,
wholly uninspiring. Nevertheless, Sir John had the look of a man who
was enjoying himself. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of
his tie and hair were almost rakish. He stamped his last letter as
She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was
accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat.
John, she declared, I must eat or die. Do get your hat, and we
will go to that corner café.
Right, he answered. I know the place you meanvery good cooking
for such an out-of-the-way show. I'll be ready in a moment.
Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave
his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass.
I really do not believe, he announced with satisfaction, that any
one would recognize me. What do you think, Annabel?
I don't think they would, she admitted. You seem to have
cultivated quite a jaunty appearance, and you certainly look years
younger. One would think that you enjoyed crawling away out of your
world into hiding, with a very foolish wicked wife.
Upon my word, he declared, you are right. I really am enjoying
it. It is like a second honeymoon. If it wasn't for the fear that after
allbut we won't think of that. I don't believe any one could have
traced us here. You see, we travelled second class, and we are in the
least known quarter of Paris. To-night we leave for Marseilles. On
Thursday we embark for South America.
You are a marvellous courier, she declared, as they passed into
the street. You see, I will take your arm. It looks so French to be
There are some French customs, he declared, which are admirable.
I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?
Certainly not, sir, she replied, laughing. If you attempted such
a thing it would be in order that I should smack you hard with the palm
of my hand upon the cheek.
That is another French custom, he remarked, which is not so
agreeable. Here we are. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre
of something to give us an appetite while dinner is being prepared?
Certainly not, she answered. I am already so hungry that I shall
begin on the petit pains. I have an appetite which I dare not
They entered the place, a pleasant little café of the sort to be met
with in the outlying parts of Paris. Most of the tables were for those
who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with
tablecloths and laid for dinner. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves
at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man,
radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter.
Monsieur would dine! It was very good! And Madame, of course? with
a low bow. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. He had but to
give his orders. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and
for the cookingwell, he had his customers, who came from their homes
to him year after year. And always they were well satisfied. He waited
the pleasure of Monsieur.
Sir John gave his order, deliberately stumbling now and then over a
word, and anglicizing others. When he had finished he took up the wine
list and ordered a bottle of dry champagne.
I am afraid, he said to Anna afterwards, that it was a mistake to
order the champagne sec. They will guess that I am English.
Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in
Did youdid you really think that they would take you for a
Frenchman? she exclaimed.
I don't see why not, he answered. These clothes are French, and
I'm sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. Perhaps I
ought to have let you order the dinner, but I think I got through it
You did, Anna exclaimed. Thank Heaven, they are bringing the
hors d'oeuvres. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines. Do
take them away from me after I have had four.
After all, Sir John remarked complacently, it is astonishing how
easy it is for people with brains and a little knowledge of the world
to completely hide themselves. I am absolutely certain that up to the
present we have escaped all notice, and I do not believe that any
casual observer would take us for English people.
A man who had been sitting with his hat tilted over his eyes at an
adjacent table had risen to his feet and stood suddenly before them.
Permit me to offer you the English paper which has just arrived,
Sir John, he said, holding out a Daily Telegraph. You may find
in it a paragraph of some interest to you.
Sir John was speechless. It was Annabel who caught at the paper.
Youappear to know my name, sir, Sir John said.
Oh, yes, the stranger remarked good-humouredly. I know you very
well by sight, Sir John. It is my business to know most people. We were
fellow passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers
in the Rue d'Entrepot. I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if
I express my pleasure that henceforth our ways will lie apart.
A little sobbing cry from Annabel arrested Sir John's attention. The
stranger with a bow returned to his table.
Read this, John.
THE BUCKNALL MANSIONS MYSTERY.
Montague Hill, the man who was found lying wounded in Bucknall
Mansions late on Wednesday night in the rooms of a well-known
artiste, has recovered sufficiently to make a statement to the
police. It appears that he was an unsuccessful admirer of the
lady in question, and he admits that, under the influence of
drink, he broke into her rooms, and there made a determined
attempt at suicide. He further gave the name and address of
firm from whom he purchased the revolver and cartridges, a
of which firm has since corroborated his statement.
Hill's confession will finally refute a number of absurd
which have been in circulation during the last few days. We
understand that, notwithstanding the serious nature of the
injuries, there is every possibility of his recovery.
Annabel pulled down her veil to hide the tears. Sir John filled his
glass with trembling hand.
Thank God, he exclaimed. The fellow is not such a blackguard,
Annabel's hand stole into his.
And I have dragged you all over here for nothing, she murmured.
For nothing, do you call it? he declared. I wouldn't have been
without this trip for worlds. It has been a real honeymoon trip,
Annabel, for I feel that it has given me a wife.
Annabel pulled up her veil.
You are a dear, she exclaimed affectionately. I do hope that I
shall be able to make it up to you.
Sir John's reply was incoherent. He called a waiter.
Garçon, he said, will you ask the gentleman at the next table if
he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me.
The stranger came over to them smiling. He had been on the point of
leaving the restaurant. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed.
I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall, he
said, and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. If I might
take the liberty, Sir John, he added, with a humorous gleam in his
eyes, I should like to congratulate you upon your tie.
Oh, damn the thing! Sir John exclaimed, tucking the loose ends
inside his coat.
* * * * *
I propose, Sir John said, that we pay for our dinnerwhich we
haven't hadtip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz.
Annabel shook her head.
Look at our clothes, she exclaimed, and besides, the funny little
proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. He would be so
disappointed. I am sure it will be good, John, and I could eat
anything. No, let us dine here, and then go and have our coffee on the
boulevards. We can take our things up with us and stay at the
Continental or the Ritz.
Excellent, Sir John declared. We will do Paris like the tourists,
and thank God here comes dinner.
Everything was good. The garçon was tipped as he had never been
tipped before in his life. They drove up into Paris in an open
fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand
beneath the rug. They went first to a hotel, and then out again on to
the boulevards. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected
them both. They laughed and talked and stared about them. She took his
hand in hers.
Dear John, she whispered. We are to begin our married life
to-nighthere where I first met you. I shall only pray that I may
reward you for all your goodness to me.
Sir John, frankly oblivious of the possibility of passers-by, took
her into his arms and kissed her. Then he stood up and hailed a
I suppose you haven't the least idea who I am, Lady Lescelles
said, as she settled herself in Anna's most comfortable chair.
I have heard of you, of course, Anna answered hesitatingly,
You cannot imagine what I have come to see you about. Well, I am
Nigel Ennison's sister!
Oh! Anna said.
Nigel is like all men, Lady Lescelles continued. He is a sad
blunderer. He has helped me out of scrapes though, no end of times. He
is an awfully good sortand now he has come to me to help him if I
can. Do you know that he is very much in love with you?
Well, she admitted. He has said something of the sort.
And you have sent him about his business. He tells me that you will
not even see him. I don't want to bother you, of course. A woman has a
perfect right to choose her own husband, but Nigel seemed to think that
there was something a little mysterious about your treatment of him.
You seemed, he thought, to have some grievance which you would not
explain and which he thought must arise from a misunderstanding. There,
that sounds frightfully involved, doesn't it, but perhaps you can make
out what I mean. Don't you care for Nigel at all?
Anna was silent for a moment or two.
Lady Lescelles, graceful, very fashionably but quietly dressed,
leaned back and watched her with shrewd kindly eyes.
I like your brother better than any other man I know, Anna said at
Well, I don't think you told him as much as that, did you? Lady
I did not, Anna answered. To be frank with you, Lady Lescelles,
when your brother asked me the other day to be his wife I was under a
false impression as regards his relationswith some other person. I
know now that I was mistaken.
That sounds more promising, Lady Lescelles declared. May I tell
Nigel to come and see you again? I am not here to do his love-making
for him, you know. I came to see you on my own account.
Thank you very much, Anna said. It is very nice of you to come,
but I do not think for the present, at any rate, I could give him any
other answer. I do not intend to be married, or to become engaged just
Well, why not? Lady Lescelles asked, smiling. I can only be a few
years older than you, and I have been married four years. I can assure
you, I wouldn't be single again for worlds. One gets a lot more fun
Our cases are scarcely similar, Anna remarked.
Why not? Lady Lescelles answered. You are one of the Hampshire
Pellissiers, I know, and your family are quite as good as ours. As for
money, Nigel has tons of it.
It isn't exactly that, Anna answered, but to tell you the truth,
I cannot bear to look upon myself as a rank failure. We girls, my
sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up
my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. I tried
painting and couldn't get on. Then I came to London and tried almost
everythingall failures. I had two offers of marriage from men I liked
very much indeed, but it never occurred to me to listen to either of
them. You see I am rather obstinate. At last I tried a dramatic agent,
and got on the music hall stage.
Well, you can't say you're a failure there, Lady Lescelles
remarked, smiling. I've been to hear you lots of times.
I have been more fortunate than I deserved, Anna answered, but I
only meant to stay upon the music hall stage until I could get
something better. I am rehearsing now for a new play at the 'Garrick'
and I have quite made up my mind to try and make some sort of position
for myself as an actress.
Do you think it is really worth while? Lady Lescelles asked
gently. I am sure you will marry Nigel sooner or later, and then all
your work will be thrown away.
Anna shook her head.
If I were to marry now, she said, it would be with a sense of
humiliation. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one
else to fight my battles for me.
What else, Lady Lescelles murmured, are men for?
Afterwards, she said, I should be perfectly content to have
everything done for me. But I do think that if a girl is to feel
comfortable about it they should start fairly equal. Take your case,
for instance. You brought your husband a large fortune, your people
were well known in society, your family interest I have heard was
useful to him in his parliamentary career. So far as I am concerned, I
am just now a hopeless nonentity. Your brother has everythingI have
not shown myself capable even of earning my own living except in a way
which could not possibly bring any credit upon anybody. And beyond
this, Lady Lescelles, as you must know, recent events have set a good
many people's tongues wagging, and I am quite determined to live down
all this scandal before I think of marrying any one.
I am sure, Lady Lescelles said, gently, that the last
consideration need not weigh with you in the least. No one in the world
is beyond the shaft of scandalwe all catch it terribly sometimes. It
simply doesn't count.
You are very kind, Anna said. I do hope I have been able to make
you understand how I feel, that you don't consider me a hopeless prig.
It does sound a little horrid to talk so much about oneself and to have
I think, Lady Lescelles said, putting down her teacup, that I
must send Nigel to plead his own cause. I may tell him, at any rate,
that you will see him?
I shall like to see him, Anna answered. I really owe him
something of an apology.
I will tell him, Lady Lescelles said. And now let us leave the
men alone and talk about ourselves.
* * * * *
I am delighted to see you all here, Anna said smiling upon them
from behind the tea-tray, but I shall have to ask you to excuse me for
a few minutes. My agent is here, and he has brought his contract for me
to sign. I will give you all some tea, and then I must leave you for a
The three men, who had arrived within a minute or two of one
another, received her little speech in dead silence. Ennison, who had
been standing with his back to the window, came suddenly a little
further into the room.
Miss Pellissier, he said, I came here this afternoon hoping
particularly to see you for a few moments before you signed that
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
And I also, Brendon echoed.
Anna was suddenly very quiet.
She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life.
If I had three hands, she said, with a faint smile, I would give
one to each of you. I know that you are all my friends, and I know that
you all have very good advice to give me. But I am afraid I am a
shockingly obstinate and a very ungrateful person. No, don't let me
call myself that. I am grateful, indeed I am. But on this matter my
mind is quite made up.
Ennison hesitated for a moment.
Miss Pellissier, he said, these gentlemen are your friends, and
therefore they are my friends. If I am to have no other opportunity I
will speak before them. I came here to beg you not to sign that
contract. I came to beg you instead to do me the honour of becoming my
And I, Courtlaw said, although I have asked before in vain, have
come to ask you once more the same thing.
And I, Brendon said, humbly, although I am afraid there is no
chance for me, my errand was the same.
Anna looked at them for a moment with a pitiful attempt at a smile.
Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders
Please forgive mefor one moment, she sobbed. II shall be all
Brendon rushed to the piano and strummed out a tune.
The others hurried to the window. And Anna was conscious of a few
moments of exquisite emotion. After all, life had still its pulsations.
The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a
curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret
or even pity.
She called them back very soon.
The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to
have stolen into her face. She spoke readily enough, but there was a
new timidity in her manner.
My friends, she said, my dear friends, I am going to make the
same answer to all of youand that is perhaps you will say no answer
at all. At present I cannot marry, I will not become bound even to any
one. It would be very hard perhaps to make you understand just how I
feel about it. I won't try. Only I feel that you all want to make life
too easy for me, and I am determined to fight my own battles a little
longer. If any of youor all of you feel the same in six months' time
from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?
There was a brief silence. Ennison spoke at last.
You will sign the contract?
I shall sign the contract. I think that I am very fortunate to have
it to sign.
Do you mean, Courtlaw asked, that from now to the end of the six
months you do not wish to see usany of us?
Her eyes were a little dim again.
I do mean that, she declared. I want to have no distractions. My
work will be all sufficient. I have an aunt who is coming to live with
me, and I do not intend to receive any visitors at all. 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 myselfand 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. May you
have as much good fortune as you deserve, but not enough to make you
Courtlaw rose too.
You are of the genus obstinate, he said. I do not know whether to
wish you success or not. I will wish you success or failure, whichever
is the better for you.
And I, Ennison said, holding her fingers tightly, and forcing her
to look into his eyes, I will tell you what I have wished for you when
we meet six months from to-day.
Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met,
came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning
walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes.
In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in
the other the post-bag.
She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering
creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. Breakfast
was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. By the
side of her plate was a small key. With trembling fingers she opened
the post-bag. There was one letter. One only.
She opened and read it at once. It was dated from the House of
Commons on the previous day.
MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,
To-morrow the six months will be up. For days I have been
undecided as to whether I would come to you or no. I would
you to believe that the decision I have arrived atto stay
awayis wholly and entirely to save you pain. It should be
happiest day of your life, and I would not detract from its
happiness by letting you remember for a moment that there are
others to whom your inevitable decision must bring some pain.
For I know that you love Ennison. You tried bravely enough to
hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to
speak to us in the same tone. It was not your fault you
If by any chance I have made a mistake a word will bring me to
you. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken.
Your great success has been my joy, our joy as well as yours.
You have made for yourself a unique place upon the stage. We
so many actresses who aspire to great things in the drama, not
one who can interpret as you have interpreted it, the delicate
finesse, the finer lights and shades of true comedy. Ennison
make a thousand enemies if he takes you from the stage. Yet I
think that he will do it.
For my own part I have come fully now into my inheritance. I
bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life. Every
I spend here is an education to me. Before very long I hope to
have definite work. Some of my schemes are already in hand.
People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist.
fancy that we who have been poor ourselves must be the best
judges of the needs of the people.
You will write to me, I am sureand from the date of your
letter I trust most earnestly that I may come back to my old
Your devoted friend,
She set the letter down, and drew from her pocket another with a
foreign post mark which had come the day before. This one too she read.
On or about the day you receive this letter, Anna, the six
months will be up. Do you expect me, I wonder. I think not. At
any rate, here I am, and here I shall be, twenty thousand feet
above all your poison-reeking cities, up where God's wind
fresh from heaven, very near indeed to the untrodden snows.
Sometimes I tremble, Anna, to think how near I came to passing
through life without a single glimpse, a moment's revelation
this greatest and most awful of mysteries, the mystery of
primaeval nature. It is a true saying that in the mountains
is peace. One's sense of proportion, battered out of all shape
the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. I love you still,
Anna, but life holds other things than the love of man for
Some day I shall come back, and I will show you on canvas the
things which have come to me up here amongst the eternal
Many nights I have thought of you, Anna. Your face has flitted
out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. But
with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion
living would stir even the blood of a clod. It comes over the
mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a
wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. It is enough
make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless
precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter
absolute impotence. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest
of us all a pigmy. When I think of those ateliers of ours, the
art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long
a two-edged sword and a minute of Divinity. To perdition with
I shall come back, if at all, a new man. I have a new cult to
teach, a new enthusiasm. I feel years younger, a man again. My
first visit will be to you. I must tell you all about God's
this marvellous virgin country, with its silent forests and
dazzling peaks. I make no apology for not being with you now.
love Ennison. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost
departed, crushed out of me together with much of the
and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of
lonely months. Yet I shall think of you to-day. I pray, Anna,
that you may find your happiness.
P.S.I do not congratulate you on your success. I was certain
of it. I am glad or sorry according as it has brought you
Anna's eyes were a little dim as she poured out her coffee, and the
laugh she attempted was not altogether a success.
This is all very well, she said, but two out of the three are
rank desertersand if the papers tell the truth the third is as bad. I
believe I am doomed to be an old maid.
She finished her breakfast and strolled out across the garden with
the letters still in her hand. Beyond was a field sloping steeply
upwards, and at the top a small pine plantation. She climbed slowly
towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses,
and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Arrived in the
plantation she sat down with her back against a tree trunk.
Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious
odour. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow
cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather
and golden gorse. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the
last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the
surroundings. And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort. A
new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. She started at the
falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. Her
heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot,
she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine
was scarcely responsible for. She struggled against it quite uselessly.
She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. The period of
repression was over. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish.
He will not come. He cannot.
And then all her restlessness was turned to joy. She sprang to her
feet and stood listening with parted lips and eager eyes. So he found
her when he came round the corner of the spinney.
Anna, he cried eagerly.
She held out her arms to him and smiled.
* * * * *
And where, he asked, are my rivals?
Deserters, she answered, laughing. It is you alone, Nigel, who
have saved me from being an old maid. Here are their letters.
He took them from her and read them. When he came to a certain
sentence in Brendon's letter he stopped short and looked up at her.
So Brendon and I, he said, have been troubled with the same
fears. I too, Anna, have watched and read of your success withI must
confess itsome misgiving.
Please tell me why? she asked.
Do you need me to tell you? You have tasted the luxury of power.
You have made your public, you are already a personage. And I want you
for myselffor my wife.
She took his hand and smiled upon him.
Don't you understand, Nigel, she said softly, that it was
precisely for this I have worked so hard. It is just the aim I have had
in view all the time. I wanted to have something to give up. I did not
careno woman really caresto play the beggar maid to your King
Then you will really give it all up! he exclaimed.
When we go indoors I will show you the offers I have refused, she
answered. They have all been trying to turn my head. I think that
nearly every manager in London has made me an offer. My reply to all of
them has been the same. My engagement at the 'Garrick' terminates
Saturday week, and then I am free.
You will make me horribly conceited, he answered. I think that I
shall be the most unpopular man in London. You are not playing
to-night, are you?
Not to-night, she answered. I am giving my understudy a chance. I
am going up to dine with my sister.
Annabel is a prophetess, he declared. I too am asked.
It is a conspiracy, she exclaimed. Come, we must go home and have
some luncheon. My little maidservant will think that I am lost.
They clambered down the hill together. The air was sweet with the
perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky
was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented
west wind. Ennison paused by the little gate.
I think, he said, that you have found the real home of the
lotus-eaters. Here one might live the life of golden days.
She shook her head gently.
Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff, she answered.
These are the playgrounds of life. The great heart of the world beats
only where men and women are gathered together. You have your work
before you, and I
He kissed her on the lips.
I believe, he said, that you mean me to be Prime Minister.