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“
And
Madame
Renauld
?
”
he
asked
at
length
.
“
How
did
she
take
this
—
friendship
.
”
Françoise
shrugged
her
shoulders
.
“
She
was
always
most
amiable
—
most
polite
.
One
would
say
that
she
suspected
nothing
.
But
all
the
same
,
is
it
not
so
,
the
heart
suffers
,
monsieur
?
Day
by
day
,
I
have
watched
Madame
grow
paler
and
thinner
.
She
was
not
the
same
woman
who
arrived
here
a
month
ago
.
Monsieur
,
too
,
has
changed
.
He
also
has
had
his
worries
.
One
could
see
that
he
was
on
the
brink
of
a
crisis
of
the
nerves
.
And
who
could
wonder
,
with
an
affair
conducted
such
a
fashion
?
No
reticence
,
no
discretion
.
Style
anglais
,
without
doubt
!
”
I
bounded
indignantly
in
my
seat
,
but
the
examining
magistrate
was
continuing
his
questions
,
undistracted
by
side
issues
.
“
You
say
that
M
.
Renauld
had
not
to
let
Madame
Daubreuil
out
?
Had
she
left
,
then
?
”
“
Yes
,
monsieur
.
I
heard
them
come
out
of
the
study
and
go
to
the
door
.
Monsieur
said
good
night
,
and
shut
the
door
after
her
.
”
“
What
time
was
that
?
”
“
About
twenty
-
five
minutes
after
ten
,
monsieur
.
”
“
Do
you
know
when
M
.
Renauld
went
to
bed
?
”
