"Who is it?" she asked quickly.
A little of Lady Anne's confidence for the moment had almost deserted her. The girl's face was invisible and the interior of the passage looked cheerless. Nevertheless, she answered briskly.
"Don't you remember me, Mademoiselle Janette? I am Lady Anne—Lady Anne
Clonarty, you know."
There was a wondering scream, an exclamation of delight, and Julien stood on the pavement for fully five minutes. Then Lady Anne reappeared, followed by her friend.
"Sir Julien," she said, "this is Mademoiselle Rignaut. I am awfully lucky. Mademoiselle Rignaut has a room she can let me have and we are going to raid her shop and get everything I want. She has costumes as well as hats."
Julien shook hands with the little Frenchwoman, who had not yet recovered from her amazement.
"But this is wonderful, monsieur, is it not," she cried, "to see dear Lady Anne like this? Such a surprise! Such a delight! But, miladi," she added suddenly, "you must be hungry—starving!"
"I am," Lady Anne admitted frankly.
The little woman's face fell.
"But only this afternoon," she explained, "my servant was taken away to the hospital! What can we—"