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She
will
give
up
her
wages
,
and
return
at
once
to
England
.
Being
asked
her
reason
for
this
strange
proceeding
,
she
insolently
hints
that
the
Countess
’
s
service
is
no
service
for
an
honest
woman
,
since
the
Baron
has
entered
the
house
.
The
Countess
does
,
what
any
lady
in
her
position
would
do
;
she
indignantly
dismisses
the
wretch
on
the
spot
.
’
My
Lord
,
hearing
his
wife
’
s
voice
raised
in
anger
,
leaves
the
study
in
which
he
is
accustomed
to
shut
himself
up
over
his
books
,
and
asks
what
this
disturbance
means
.
The
Countess
informs
him
of
the
outrageous
language
and
conduct
of
her
maid
.
My
Lord
not
only
declares
his
entire
approval
of
the
woman
’
s
conduct
,
but
expresses
his
own
abominable
doubts
of
his
wife
’
s
fidelity
in
language
of
such
horrible
brutality
that
no
lady
could
pollute
her
lips
by
repeating
it
.
"
If
I
had
been
a
man
,
"
the
Countess
says
,
"
and
if
I
had
had
a
weapon
in
my
hand
,
I
would
have
struck
him
dead
at
my
feet
!
"
’
The
Baron
,
listening
silently
so
far
,
now
speaks
.
"
Permit
me
to
finish
the
sentence
for
you
,
"
he
says
.
"
You
would
have
struck
your
husband
dead
at
your
feet
;
and
by
that
rash
act
,
you
would
have
deprived
yourself
of
the
insurance
money
settled
on
the
widow
—
the
very
money
which
is
wanted
to
relieve
your
brother
from
the
unendurable
pecuniary
position
which
he
now
occupies
!
"
’
The
Countess
gravely
reminds
the
Baron
that
this
is
no
joking
matter
.
After
what
my
Lord
has
said
to
her
,
she
has
little
doubt
that
he
will
communicate
his
infamous
suspicions
to
his
lawyers
in
England
.
If
nothing
is
done
to
prevent
it
,
she
may
be
divorced
and
disgraced
,
and
thrown
on
the
world
,
with
no
resource
but
the
sale
of
her
jewels
to
keep
her
from
starving
.
’
At
this
moment
,
the
Courier
who
has
been
engaged
to
travel
with
my
Lord
from
England
crosses
the
stage
with
a
letter
to
take
to
the
post
.
The
Countess
stops
him
,
and
asks
to
look
at
the
address
on
the
letter
.
She
takes
it
from
him
for
a
moment
,
and
shows
it
to
her
brother
.
The
handwriting
is
my
Lord
’
s
;
and
the
letter
is
directed
to
his
lawyers
in
London
.
’
The
Courier
proceeds
to
the
post
-
office
.
The
Baron
and
the
Countess
look
at
each
other
in
silence
.
No
words
are
needed
.
They
thoroughly
understand
the
position
in
which
they
are
placed
;
they
clearly
see
the
terrible
remedy
for
it
.
What
is
the
plain
alternative
before
them
?
Disgrace
and
ruin
—
or
,
my
Lord
’
s
death
and
the
insurance
money
!
’
The
Baron
walks
backwards
and
forwards
in
great
agitation
,
talking
to
himself
.
The
Countess
hears
fragments
of
what
he
is
saying
.
He
speaks
of
my
Lord
’
s
constitution
,
probably
weakened
in
India
—
of
a
cold
which
my
Lord
has
caught
two
or
three
days
since
—
of
the
remarkable
manner
in
which
such
slight
things
as
colds
sometimes
end
in
serious
illness
and
death
.
’
He
observes
that
the
Countess
is
listening
to
him
,
and
asks
if
she
has
anything
to
propose
.
She
is
a
woman
who
,
with
many
defects
,
has
the
great
merit
of
speaking
out
.
"
Is
there
no
such
thing
as
a
serious
illness
,
"
she
asks
,
"
corked
up
in
one
of
those
bottles
of
yours
in
the
vaults
downstairs
?
"
’
The
Baron
answers
by
gravely
shaking
his
head
.
