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“
Nothing
so
romantic
,
I
am
sure
,
M
.
le
juge
.
”
M
.
Hautet
also
smiled
.
“
True
,
we
must
not
permit
ourselves
to
get
melodramatic
.
There
is
one
thing
more
—
”
he
hesitated
.
Stonor
broke
in
impetuously
:
“
They
’
ve
got
an
extraordinary
idea
into
their
heads
Mrs
.
Renauld
.
They
actually
fancy
that
Mr
.
Renauld
was
carrying
on
an
intrigue
with
a
Madame
Daubreuil
who
,
it
seems
,
lives
next
door
.
”
The
scarlet
colour
flamed
into
Mrs
.
Renauld
’
s
cheeks
.
She
flung
her
head
up
,
then
bit
her
lip
,
her
face
quivering
.
Stonor
stood
looking
at
her
in
astonishment
,
but
M
.
Bex
leaned
forward
and
said
gently
:
“
We
regret
to
cause
you
pain
,
madame
,
but
have
you
any
reason
to
believe
that
Madame
Daubreuil
was
your
husband
’
s
mistress
?
”
With
a
sob
of
anguish
,
Mrs
.
Renauld
buried
her
face
in
her
hands
.
Her
shoulders
heaved
convulsively
.
At
last
she
lifted
her
head
,
and
said
brokenly
:
“
She
may
have
been
.
”
Never
,
in
all
my
life
,
have
I
seen
anything
to
equal
the
blank
amazement
on
Stonor
’
s
face
.
He
was
thoroughly
taken
aback
.
What
the
next
development
of
the
conversation
would
have
been
,
I
cannot
say
,
for
at
that
moment
the
door
was
thrown
violently
open
,
and
a
tall
young
man
strode
into
the
room
.
