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“
Well
—
of
course
it
was
just
what
one
expected
.
”
“
She
takes
it
so
badly
,
you
mean
?
”
“
All
the
heavy
batteries
were
brought
up
:
my
father
,
Givre
,
Monsieur
de
Chantelle
,
the
throne
and
the
altar
.
Even
my
poor
mother
was
dragged
out
of
oblivion
and
armed
with
imaginary
protests
.
”
Anna
sighed
out
her
sympathy
.
“
Well
—
you
were
prepared
for
all
that
?
”
“
I
thought
I
was
,
till
I
began
to
hear
her
say
it
.
Then
it
sounded
so
incredibly
silly
that
I
told
her
so
.
”
“
Oh
,
Owen
—
Owen
!
”
“
Yes
:
I
know
.
I
was
a
fool
;
but
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
”
“
And
you
’
ve
mortally
offended
her
,
I
suppose
?
That
’
s
exactly
what
I
wanted
to
prevent
.
”
She
laid
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
“
You
tiresome
boy
,
not
to
wait
and
let
me
speak
for
you
!
”
He
moved
slightly
away
,
so
that
her
hand
slipped
from
its
place
.
“
You
don
’
t
understand
,
”
he
said
,
frowning
.
“
I
don
’
t
see
how
I
can
,
till
you
explain
.
If
you
thought
the
time
had
come
to
tell
your
grandmother
,
why
not
have
asked
me
to
do
it
?
I
had
my
reasons
for
waiting
;
but
if
you
’
d
told
me
to
speak
I
should
have
done
so
,
naturally
.
”
