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ll her." Browne thanked her, and, to make assurance doubly sure, slipped five shillings into her hand. Then, passing out of the garden, he made his way back to the High Street. He had not proceeded more than a hundred yards down that interesting thoroughfare, however, before he saw no less a person than Katherine herself approaching him. They were scarcely a dozen paces apart when she recognised him. "Good-morning, Miss Petrovitch," he said, raising his hat and speaking a little nervously. "I have just called at your studio in the hope that I might see you. The woman told me that she did not know when you would return. I thought I might possibly meet you here." It was a poor enough excuse, but the only one he could think of at the moment. "You wanted to see me?" she said in a tone of surprise. "Are you angry with me for that?" he asked. "I did not think you would be; but if you are I will go away again. By this time you should know that I have no desire save to make you happy." This was the first time he had spoken so plainly. Her face paled a little. "I did not know that you were so anxious to see me," she said, "or I would have made a point of being at home." All this time they had been standing on the spot where they had first met. "Perhaps you will permit me to walk a little way with you?" said Browne, half afraid that she would refuse. "I shall be very pleased," she answered promptly. Thereupon they walked back in the direction of the studio. At the gate they stopped. She turned and faced him, and as she did so she held out her hand; it was plain that she had arrived at a decision on some important point. "Good-bye, Mr. Browne," she said, and as she said it Browne noticed that her voice trembled and her eyes filled with tears. He could bear it no longer. "Miss Petrovitch," he began, "you must forgive my rudeness; but I feel sure that you are not happy. Will you not trust me and let me help you? You know how gladly I would do so." "There is no way in which you can help me," she answered, and then she bade him good-bye, and, with what Browne felt sure was a little sob, vanished into the studio. For some moments he stood waiting where he was, overwhelmed by the suddenness of her exit, and hoping she might come out again; then, realising that she did not intend doing so, he turned on his heel and made his way back to the High Street, and so to Park Lane. His afternoon
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