And you will be a lucky girl. He, too,
will be lucky. I see that!" with another smile.
Annesley was disappointed because the beautiful woman's voice was not
sweet.
"Now you must engage her room," Nelson Smith said, abruptly. "It's late.
You can make friends afterward."
"Very well," the Countess agreed. "And you--will you come to the desk?
Yet, no--it is better not. Miss Grayle and I will go together--two women
alone and independent. Lucky it's not the season, or we might find
nothing free at short notice. But Don--I mean Nelson--always did have
luck. I hope he always will!"
She flashed him a meaning look, though what the meaning was Annesley
could not guess. She knew only that she did not like the Countess as she
had wished to like her lover's friend. There was something secret in the
dark eyes, something repellent about the long, slender thumb with its
glittering nail.
CHAPTER VIII
THE BLUE DIAMOND RING
Annesley had not expected to sleep. There were a million things to
think of, and it was one o'clock before she was ready to slip into bed
in the green-and-white room with its bathroom annex.
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