Anna the Adventuress Part 14

"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 then--without a word to any one you disappeared. Now we meet again, and you will scarcely look at me. You seem altogether altered, too. Upon my word--you are Miss Pellissier, aren't you?"

"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 somehow--and 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 know."

He nodded.

"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 was good.

"I will come--with pleasure," she said, "if you will promise to treat me as a new acquaintance--not to refer to--Paris--at 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 for--and 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 old friends."

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 Sat.u.r.day?"

Anna shook her head.

"Thank you," she said coolly. "Those things are not for me just at present."

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 quietly--and 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 Russell Square."

He dropped his eye-gla.s.s with a clatter.

"At a boarding-house?" he gasped.

She nodded.

"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 clerk--without shorthand--or a tryer-on, or a copyist, or----"

"For Heaven's sake stop, Miss Pellissier," he interrupted. "What a hideous repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don't you accept an engagement here?"

"An engagement?" she queried.

"On the stage? Yes. 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 Londoners--particularly 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.