Part 25 (1/2)
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 naht her wrist and turned her face towards him Her eyes ide open with amazement
”Mr Ennison!”
He released her
”Good God!” he exclaihost?”
Anna laughed
”If it is a choice between the two,” she answered, ”I host”
”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 hied from the veriest butterfly to a woman--you 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 asylurave
”So Mr Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked
”Don't befool hly ”If any one should know----you should! He was your friend We were only--_les autres_”
”That is quite untrue,” she declared cheerfully ”I certainly knew him no better than you”
”Then he--and Paris--lied,” Ennison answered
”That,” she answered, ”is far easier to believe You are too credulous”
Ennison had things to say, but he looked at her and held his tongue
They turned the last corner, and al there turned and struck Ennison a violent blow on the cheek
Ennison reeled, and al himself quickly his instinct of self-defence was quicker than his recollection of Anna's presence He struck out froth upon the pavehtly away across the street Brendon and Courtlaho had been watching for her, met her at the door She pointed across the road
”Please go and see that--nothing happens,” she pleaded