She had even
prayed for it. Now the moment seemed to have come. God would not let her
be the victim of an ignoble trick!
"I'm glad," she said, her face lit by a light from within. And at that
moment, bending toward each other, they were a beautiful couple. A seeker
of romance would have taken them for lovers.
"Tell me what you want me to do," Annesley said once more.
"The worst of it is, I can't tell you exactly. Two men may come into this
restaurant looking for me. One or both will speak to me. They'll call me
a certain name, and I shall say they've made a mistake. You must say so,
too. You must tell them I'm your husband, and stick to that no matter
what the man, or men, may tell you about me. The principal thing now is
to choose a name. But--by Jove--I forgot it in my hurry! Are you
expecting any one to join you? If you are, it's awkward."
"I was expecting someone, but I've given him up."
"Was this table taken in his name or yours? Or, perhaps--but no, I'm sure
you're _not_!"
"Sure I'm not what?"
"Married. You're a girl. Your eyes haven't got any experience of life in
them."
Annesley looked down; and when she looked down her face was very sweet.
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