How did you come to be Annesley?"
"It was part of my mother's maiden name. She was an Annesley-Seton."
"There's a Lord Annesley-Seton, isn't there?"
"Yes."
"Related to you?"
"A cousin. But Grayle isn't a name in their set. He and his wife have
forgotten my existence. I'm not likely to remind them of it."
"His wife was an American girl, wasn't she?"
"How odd that you should know!"
"Not very. I remember there being a lot in the papers about the wedding
six or seven years ago. The girl was very rich--a Miss Haverstall. Her
father's lost his money since then."
"How _can_ you keep such uninteresting things in your mind--just now?"
"They're not uninteresting. They concern you!"
"Lord Annesley-Seton's affairs don't concern me, and never will."
"I wonder?" said Smith, looking thoughtful; and the girl wondered, too:
not about her future or her relatives, but what the next few minutes
would do with this strange young man, and how at such a time he could
bear to talk commonplaces.
"If you're trying to keep me from being nervous," she whispered, "it's
not a bit of use! I can't think of anything or any one except those men.
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