CHAPTER LI
THE REAL ANNE"It's incredible!" I exclaimed.
"Well, it's true, anyhow!" Jim asserted. "And I don't see myself where the incredibility comes in."
"You say that Mr. Pendennis wrote from Berlin not a week after I left England, and that he and Anne--Anne--are at this moment staying with you in Chelsea? When I've been constantly with her,--saw her murdered in the streets of Warsaw!"
"That must have been the other woman,--the woman of the portrait, whoever she may be. No one seems to know, not even Pendennis. We've discussed it several times,--not before Anne. We don't think it wise to remind her of that Russian episode; it upsets her too much; for she's not at all the thing even yet, poor girl."
He seemed quite to have changed his mental attitude towards Anne, and spoke of her a
