That must mean that the dragon had retreated from the combat and retired
to her lair!
Not to be chased from the house by the sharp arrows of insult seemed
almost too good to be true. But when Annesley arrived, bag in hand, in
the front corridor, it was to see Ruthven Smith standing there alone, and
the door open to the street.
"Mrs. Ellsworth has gone to her room," he explained, "and--er--your
friend--your fiance--is looking for a taxi, not to keep you waiting. He
didn't leave till Mrs. Ellsworth went. I don't think he would have
trusted me to protect you without him, though I--er--I did my best with
her. Good heavens, what a fury! I never saw that side of her before! I
must say, I don't blame you for making your own plans, Miss Grayle. I--I
don't blame you for anything, and I hope you'll feel the same toward me.
I'd be sorry to think that--er--after our pleasant acquaintance this was
to be our last meeting. Won't you show that you forgive me for the
mistake I made--I think it was natural--and tell me what your married
name will be?"
Annesley looked anxiously at the half-open front door.
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