"It is a conspiracy," she exclaimed. "Come, we must go home and have some luncheon. My little maidservant will think that I am lost." They clambered down the hill together. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. Ennison paused by the little gate. "I think," he said, "that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. Here one might live the life of golden days." She shook her head gently. "Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff," she answered. "These are the playgrounds of life. The great heart of the world beats only where men and women are gathered together. You have your work before you, and I----" He kissed her on the lips. "I believe," he said, "that you mean me to be Prime Minister." TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent. In addition to minor changes in punctuation, the theater in London in which the main character was a singer was referred to as the 'Unusual' and as the 'Universal'; this has been changed to refer to the theater consistently as the 'Unusual'. Additionally, Russell Square, the area in London where the main character resided was referred to twice as Russell Street; this has been changed to be consistent throughout this etext. Otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and intent. End of Project Gutenberg's Anna the Adventuress, by E. Phillips Oppenheim