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“
My
compliments
to
Madame
Renauld
,
and
I
should
be
glad
to
speak
to
her
for
a
few
minutes
.
Beg
her
not
to
disturb
herself
.
I
will
wait
upon
her
upstairs
.
”
Marchaud
saluted
and
disappeared
.
We
waited
some
minutes
,
and
then
,
to
our
surprise
,
the
door
opened
,
and
Mrs
.
Renauld
,
deathly
pale
in
her
heavy
mourning
,
entered
the
room
.
M
.
Hautet
brought
forward
a
chair
,
uttering
vigorous
protestations
,
and
she
thanked
him
with
a
smile
.
Stonor
was
holding
one
hand
of
hers
in
his
with
an
eloquent
sympathy
.
Words
evidently
failed
him
.
Mrs
.
Renauld
turned
to
M
.
Hautet
.
“
You
wished
to
ask
me
something
,
M
.
le
juge
.
”
“
With
your
permission
,
madame
.
I
understand
your
husband
was
a
French
Canadian
by
birth
.
Can
you
tell
me
anything
of
his
youth
,
or
upbringing
?
”
She
shook
her
head
.
“
My
husband
was
always
very
reticent
about
himself
,
monsieur
.
He
came
from
the
North
West
,
I
know
,
but
I
fancy
that
he
had
an
unhappy
childhood
,
for
he
never
cared
to
speak
of
that
time
.
Our
life
was
lived
entirely
in
the
present
and
the
future
.
”
“
Was
there
any
mystery
in
his
past
life
?
”
Mrs
.
Renauld
smiled
a
little
,
and
shook
her
head
