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Anna the Adventuress

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"Confess, my dear husband," Annabel said lightly, "that you are

bewildered."

Sir John smiled.

"My dear Anna," he answered. "To tell you the truth, it has seemed

just lately as though we were becoming in some measure estranged. You

certainly have not shown much desire for my society, have you?"

"You have been wrapped up in your politics," she murmured.

He shook his head.

"There have been other times," he said a little sadly.

Her little white hand stole across the table. There was a look in her

eyes which puzzled him.

"I have been very selfish," she declared. "But you must forgive me,

John."

"I would forgive you a great deal more," he answered readily, "for the

sake of an evening like this. You have actually given up a

dinner-party to dine alone with me."

"And made you give up a political meeting," she reminded him.

"Quite an unimportant one," he assured her. "I would have given up

anything to see you your old self again--as you are this evening."

"I am afraid I have not been very nice," she said sadly. "Never mind.

You must think of this evening, John, sometimes--as a sort of

atonement."

"I hope," he answered, looking at her in some surprise, "that we shall

have many more such to think about."

They were lingering over their dessert. The servants had left the

room. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little

folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it.

"I am developing ailments," she said, meeting his questioning eyes.

"It is nothing of any importance. John, I have something to say to

you."

"If you want to ask a favour," he remarked smiling, "you have made it

almost impossible for me to refuse you anything."

"I am going to ask more than a favour," she said slowly. "I am going

to ask for your forgiveness."

He was a little uneasy.

"I do not know what you mean," he said, "but if you are referring to

any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again.

I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I'm afraid, but if you treat me

like this you will teach me to forget it."

Annabel looked intently into her glass.

"John," she said, "I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy. I

am very, very sorry, but you must listen to me."

He relapsed into a stony silence. A few feet away, across the low

vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night

perhaps than ever before in her life. She wore a wonderful dress of

turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she

knew very well now that she would never attend. Her hair once more was

arranged with its old simplicity. There was a new softness in her

eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost

pathetic.

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