'I'm glad to find you both here,' said Arthur, as he shook hands with
them.
'Has anything happened?' cried Susie.
His manner was curiously distressing, and there was a nervousness about
his movements that was very unexpected in so restrained a person.
'I've seen Margaret again,' he said.
'Well?'
He seemed unable to go on, and yet both knew that he had something
important to tell them. He looked at them vacantly, as though all he had
to say was suddenly gone out of his mind.
'I've come straight here,' he said, in a dull, bewildered fashion. 'I
went to your hotel, Susie, in the hope of finding you; but when they told
me you were out, I felt certain you would be here.'
'You seem worn out, _cher ami_,' said Dr Porhoet, looking at him. 'Will
you let Matilde make you a cup of coffee?'
'I should like something,' he answered, with a look of utter weariness.
'Sit still for a minute or two, and you shall tell us what you want to
when you are a little rested.'
Dr Porhoet had not seen Arthur since that afternoon in the previous year
when, in answer to Haddo's telegram, he had gone to the studio in the Rue
Campagne Premiere.
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