The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 3 Page 12

Without quite intending to do so, I touched her on the shoulder.

“Alresca doesn’t mean that!” she stammered.

Her blue eyes were fixed on me, luminous through her tears, and I feasted on all the lovely curves of that incomparable oval which was her face.

“I am sure he doesn’t,” I answered. “But you had better go, hadn’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, “I will go.”

“Forgive my urgency,” I murmured. Then she drew back and vanished in the throng.

In the calm of the untidy dressing-room, with the aid of Alresca’s valet, I made my patient as comfortable as possible on a