It was just
then that she came face to face with Nigel Ennison. “And now tell me, please, how you eloped
from Morningside Park. Until then we mean to keep on hammering away. The soldiers! They must not find her here. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a
corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for
good liquor and good living. Ennison, who had been standing with his back
to the window, came suddenly a little further into the room. He encouraged her to join him in his debauchery. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. “Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the
show, you know—last September I think it was. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was
difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. "You have lived over here?"—astonished.
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