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She
was
perfectly
impenetrable
to
the
bantering
tone
in
which
he
spoke
.
’
Yes
,
’
she
said
faintly
,
’
I
shall
have
to
move
to
your
hotel
.
’
Her
hand
was
still
on
his
arm
—
he
could
feel
her
shivering
from
head
to
foot
while
she
spoke
.
Heartily
as
he
disliked
and
distrusted
her
,
the
common
instinct
of
humanity
obliged
him
to
ask
if
she
felt
cold
.
’
Yes
,
’
she
said
.
’
Cold
and
faint
.
’
’
Cold
and
faint
,
Countess
,
on
such
a
night
as
this
?
’
’
The
night
has
nothing
to
do
with
it
,
Mr
.
Westwick
.
How
do
you
suppose
the
criminal
feels
on
the
scaffold
,
while
the
hangman
is
putting
the
rope
around
his
neck
?
Cold
and
faint
,
too
,
I
should
think
.
Excuse
my
grim
fancy
.
You
see
,
Destiny
has
got
the
rope
round
my
neck
—
and
I
feel
it
.
’
She
looked
about
her
.
They
were
at
that
moment
close
to
the
famous
cafe
known
as
’
Florian
’
s
.
’
’
Take
me
in
there
,
’
she
said
;
’
I
must
have
something
to
revive
me
.
You
had
better
not
hesitate
.
You
are
interested
in
reviving
me
.
I
have
not
said
what
I
wanted
to
say
to
you
yet
.
It
’
s
business
,
and
it
’
s
connected
with
your
theatre
.
’
Wondering
inwardly
what
she
could
possibly
want
with
his
theatre
,
Francis
reluctantly
yielded
to
the
necessities
of
the
situation
,
and
took
her
into
the
cafe
.
He
found
a
quiet
corner
in
which
they
could
take
their
places
without
attracting
notice
.
’
What
will
you
have
?
’
he
inquired
resignedly
.
She
gave
her
own
orders
to
the
waiter
,
without
troubling
him
to
speak
for
her
.
’
Maraschino
.
And
a
pot
of
tea
.
’
The
waiter
stared
;
Francis
stared
.
The
tea
was
a
novelty
(
in
connection
with
maraschino
)
to
both
of
them
.
Careless
whether
she
surprised
them
or
not
,
she
instructed
the
waiter
,
when
her
directions
had
been
complied
with
,
to
pour
a
large
wine
-
glass
-
full
of
the
liqueur
into
a
tumbler
,
and
to
fill
it
up
from
the
teapot
.
’
I
can
’
t
do
it
for
myself
,
’
she
remarked
,
’
my
hand
trembles
so
.
’
She
drank
the
strange
mixture
eagerly
,
hot
as
it
was
.
’
Maraschino
punch
—
will
you
taste
some
of
it
?
’
she
said
.
’
I
inherit
the
discovery
of
this
drink
.
When
your
English
Queen
Caroline
was
on
the
Continent
,
my
mother
was
attached
to
her
Court
.
That
much
injured
Royal
Person
invented
,
in
her
happier
hours
,
maraschino
punch
.
Fondly
attached
to
her
gracious
mistress
,
my
mother
shared
her
tastes
.
And
I
,
in
my
turn
,
learnt
from
my
mother
.
Now
,
Mr
.
Westwick
,
suppose
I
tell
you
what
my
business
is
.
You
are
manager
of
a
theatre
.
Do
you
want
a
new
play
?
’
’
I
always
want
a
new
play
—
provided
it
’
s
a
good
one
.
’
