She moved to him and laid her hands
upon his shoulders.
"Will you serve me and fight for me against all my enemies?" she asked.
"So long as I live," he answered.
She glanced round. There was no sign of the returning waiter. She bent
over him and kissed him.
"Don't come with me," she said. "There's a cab stand in the Avenue. I
shall walk to Sevres and take the train."
She did not look back.
CHAPTER XII
She reached home in the evening. The Phillips's old rooms had been twice
let since Christmas, but were now again empty. The McKean with his
silent ways and his everlasting pipe had gone to America to superintend
the production of one of his plays. The house gave her the feeling of
being haunted. She had her dinner brought up to her and prepared for a
long evening's work; but found herself unable to think--except on the one
subject that she wanted to put off thinking about. To her relief the
last post brought her a letter from Arthur. He had been called to Lisbon
to look after a contract, and would be away for a fortnight.
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