“But I am your husband,” he said. . ‘But Gérard—if you mean the
fellow Alderley who was making eyes at Yolande—is not here. Meantime the spinsters sought the dining room where tea was being served. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. I said to myself, ‘this will come. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible
through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains
at the outer door told that some one was admitted. It had been part of her wedding
trousseau, a gift from her family to his. Alors,
one must steel oneself. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked,
a little grimly. And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was
continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable
member of society.
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