"And we go--back to our table, to let
you finish your meal, Mr. and Mrs. Smith."
His black glance sprang like a tarantula from her face to her
companion's, then to his friend's. The latter accepted the ultimatum and
followed in sulky silence; but when the pair were seated at their own
table, though they ordered food and wine, their attention was still for
the alleged Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Annesley tried to ignore the fact that they stared without ceasing, but
she could not help being aware of their eyes. She felt faint, and
everything in the room whirled giddily.
"Drink some champagne," said Smith's quiet voice.
The girl obeyed, and the ice-cold wine cooled the fire in blood and
nerves.
"You have been splendid," Smith encouraged her. "I know you won't fail me
now."
"I promise you I will not!" returned Annesley. "The worst is over. I feel
ready for anything."
"How can I thank you?" he murmured. "If I had all the rest of my life to
do it in, instead of a few minutes, it wouldn't be too much. You were
perfect in your manner, not anxious, only annoyed; just the right air for
a self-respecting Mrs.
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