” “It was an inspiration—your speaking to him?” “I felt impudent. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. He reached over and took her hand. I'm an old hand at such things. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. The clever hostess having let fall that several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a glimpse of them. I have known Miss Pellissier as long as any of you perhaps, and I have seen something of her since her arrival in London.
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