The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 8 Page 24

figure which was familiar to me, and, dominated by a sudden impulse, I returned quickly on my steps. The woman was Yvette, and she was obviously a little startled when I approached her.

“Are you waiting for your mistress?” I said sharply. “Because� .”

She flashed me a look.

“Did monsieur by any chance imagine that I was waiting for himself?”

There was a calm insolence about the girl which induced me to retire from that parley.

In two hours I was on my way to London.