"I am going down to Stepney to see a man who I think will be interested
in my scheme," he said. "When may I come down again and have tea with
you?"
"Any afternoon, if you will drop me a line the night before," she said,
"but I am not very likely to be out, in any case. Thank you so much for
my dinner. My aunt seemed to think that I was coming to London to
starve. I think I feel fairly safe this evening, at any rate."
The cab drove off, skirting the gaily-lit crescent of Regent Street.
The smile almost at once died away from her lips. She leaned forward
and looked at herself in one of the oblong mirrors. Her face was almost
colourless, the skin seemed drawn closely round her eyes, giving her
almost a strained look. For the rest, her hair, smoothly brushed away
from her face, was in perfect order, her prim little hat was at exactly
the right angle, her little white tie alone relieved the sombreness of
her black jacket. She sighed and suddenly felt a moistening of her hot
eyes. She leaned far back into the corner of the cab.
CHAPTER VI
KINGSTON BROOKS, PHILANTHROPIST
"It is my deliberate intention," Lord Arranmore said, leaning over
towards her from his low chair, "to make myself a nuisance to you.
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