Chapter 7
I examined the tickets carefully and placed them in my pocket-book. Then I paused to light a cigarette on my way out of the office, and almost immediately felt a hand upon my arm. I looked at first at the hand. It was feminine and delicately gloved. Then I looked upwards into the blue eyes of Lady Delahaye. "Abominable!" she murmured. "You are not glad to see me!" I raised my hat. "The Boulevard des Italiennes," I said, "has never seemed to me to be a place peculiarly suitable for the display of emotion." "Come and try the Rue Strelitz," she answered, smiling. I glanced down at her. She was gowned even more perfectly than usual-Parisienne to the finger-tips. She had too all the delightful confidence of a woman who knows that she is looking her best. I smiled back at her. It was impos
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