Bella Donna - A Novel by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"You were talking about Mrs. Chepstow?" Isaacson said slowly. "The
famous Mrs. Chepstow?" "Famous!" said Armine. "I hardly see that Mrs. Chepstow is a famous woman. She is not a writer, a singer, a painter, an actress. She does nothing that I ever heard of. I shouldn't call such a woman famous. I daresay her name is known to lots of people. But this is the age of chatterboxes, and of course--" At this moment the brougham rolled on to the rubber pavement in front of the Savoy Hotel and stopped before the entrance. As he was getting out and going into the hall, Meyer Isaacson remembered that the letter Mrs. Chepstow had written to him asking for an appointment had been stamped "Savoy Hotel." She had been staying at the hotel then. Was she staying there now? He had never heard Armine mention her before, but his feminine intuition suddenly connected Armine's words, "I'm very happy at the Savoy," with the invitation to sup there, and the conversation about Mrs. Chepstow just reported to him by his friend. Armine knew Mrs. Chepstow. They were going to meet her in the restaurant to-night. Meyer Isaacson felt sure of it. They left their coats in the cloak-room and made their way to the restaurant, which as yet was almost empty. The _maître d'hôtel_ came forward to Armine, bowing and smiling, and showed them to a table in a corner. Meyer Isaacson saw that it was laid for only two. He was surprised, but he said nothing, and they sat down. "I really can't eat supper, Armine," he said. "Don't order it for me." |
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