at is it?" she asked.
"A gentleman asks if he can see you, Madame."
"A gentleman? Have you got his card?"
"No, Madame; he gave no card."
"What is he like?"
"He is English, I think, very thin and very brown. He looks very
strong."
The waiter paused, then added:
"He has a hungry look."
Mrs. Clarke stared at the man with her very wide-open eyes.
"Go down and ask him to wait."
"Yes, Madame."
The man went out. When he had shut the door Mrs. Clarke called:
"Sonia!"
Her raised voice was rather harsh.
The bedroom door was opened, and the Russian maid looked into the
sitting-room.
"Sonia," said Mrs. Clarke rapidly in French, "some one--a man--has
called and asked for me. He's waiting in the hall. Go down and see who
it is. If it's Mr. Leith you can bring him up."
"And if it is not Monsieur Leith?"
"Come back and tell me who it is."
The maid came out of the bedroom, shut the door, crossed the
sitting-room rather heavily on flat feet, and went out on to the
landing.
"Shut the door!" Mrs. Clarke called after her.
When the sitting-room door was shut she sat waiting with her forehead
drawn to a frown. She did not move till the sitting-room door was opened
by the maid and a man walked in.
"Monsieur Leith," said the maid.
And she disappeared.
"Come and sit down," said Mrs. Clarke. "Why have you come to Pera?"
"I wanted to speak to you."
"How tired you look! Have you had dinner?"
"No, I don't want it."
"Did you come by steamer?"
"No, I rowed down."
"All the way?"
He nodded.
"Where are you staying?"
"I haven't decided yet where I shall stay. Not here, of course."
"Of course not. Dion, sit down."
He sat down heavily.
"If you haven't decided about an hotel, where is your luggage?"
"I haven't brought any."
She said nothing, but her distressed eyes questioned him.
"I started out for a row. The current set towards Constantinople, so I
came here."
"I'm glad," she said.
But she did not look glad.
"We can spend a quiet evening together," she added nonchalantly.
"I didn't come for that," he said.
He began to get up, but she put one hand on him.
"Do sit still. What is it, then? Whatever it is, tell me quietly."
He yielded to her soft but very imperative touch, and sat back in his
chair.
"Now, what is it?"
"I'm sure you know. It's Jimmy."
She lowered her eyelids, and her pale forehead puckered.
"Jimmy! What about Jimmy?"
"I don
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