By way of reply, "No. 13" broke into a regular frenzy of coughing which left him gasping for breath.
"Pardon! I haf' forgot!" he wheezed out between the spasms.
The woman went over to Mortimer and put out tier gloved hand.
"I am Mrs. Malplaquet," she said in a pleasant voice. "And you are Mr. Mortimer, I think!"
Mortimer bowed low over her hand.
"Madame, I am charmed to meet one of whom I have heard nothing but praise," he said.
"Verry pretty!" replied Mrs. Malplaquet smiling. "They tell me you have a great way with the ladies, my dear sir!"
"But," she went on, "I am neglecting our host, my dear Mr. Bellward. How are you, my friend? How well you are looking... so young... so fresh! I declare you seem to have got five years younger!"
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