“Nigel Ennison.
“P.S. My address is 94, Pall Mall.”
Anna read, and her cheeks grew slowly scarlet. She crushed the letter in her hand.
“I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning.”
Chapter X
THE TRAGEDY OF AN APPETITE
Anna, notwithstanding her quiet clothes, a figure marvellously out of accord with her surroundings, sat before a small marble-topped table at a crowded A.B.C., and munched a roll and butter with hearty appetite.
“If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. “I wonder why I am always hungry nowadays. It is so ridiculous.”