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Mr
.
Troy
smiled
—
not
satirically
,
but
compassionately
’
The
little
simpleton
!
’
he
thought
to
himself
.
’
If
half
of
what
they
say
of
Lady
Montbarry
is
true
,
Mrs
.
Ferrari
and
her
trap
have
but
a
poor
prospect
before
them
.
I
wonder
how
it
will
end
?
’
All
Mr
.
Troy
’
s
experience
failed
to
forewarn
him
of
how
it
did
end
.
In
the
mean
time
,
Mrs
.
Ferrari
held
to
her
resolution
.
She
went
straight
from
Mr
.
Troy
’
s
office
to
Newbury
’
s
Hotel
.
Lady
Montbarry
was
at
home
,
and
alone
.
But
the
authorities
of
the
hotel
hesitated
to
disturb
her
when
they
found
that
the
visitor
declined
to
mention
her
name
.
Her
ladyship
’
s
new
maid
happened
to
cross
the
hall
while
the
matter
was
still
in
debate
.
She
was
a
Frenchwoman
,
and
,
on
being
appealed
to
,
she
settled
the
question
in
the
swift
,
easy
,
rational
French
way
.
’
Madame
’
s
appearance
was
perfectly
respectable
.
Madame
might
have
reasons
for
not
mentioning
her
name
which
Miladi
might
approve
.
In
any
case
,
there
being
no
orders
forbidding
the
introduction
of
a
strange
lady
,
the
matter
clearly
rested
between
Madame
and
Miladi
.
Would
Madame
,
therefore
,
be
good
enough
to
follow
Miladi
’
s
maid
up
the
stairs
?
’
In
spite
of
her
resolution
,
Mrs
.
Ferrari
’
s
heart
beat
as
if
it
would
burst
out
of
her
bosom
,
when
her
conductress
led
her
into
an
ante
-
room
,
and
knocked
at
a
door
opening
into
a
room
beyond
.
But
it
is
remarkable
that
persons
of
sensitively
-
nervous
organisation
are
the
very
persons
who
are
capable
of
forcing
themselves
(
apparently
by
the
exercise
of
a
spasmodic
effort
of
will
)
into
the
performance
of
acts
of
the
most
audacious
courage
.
A
low
,
grave
voice
from
the
inner
room
said
,
’
Come
in
.
’
The
maid
,
opening
the
door
,
announced
,
’
A
person
to
see
you
,
Miladi
,
on
business
,
’
and
immediately
retired
.
In
the
one
instant
while
these
events
passed
,
timid
little
Mrs
.
Ferrari
mastered
her
own
throbbing
heart
;
stepped
over
the
threshold
,
conscious
of
her
clammy
hands
,
dry
lips
,
and
burning
head
;
and
stood
in
the
presence
of
Lord
Montbarry
’
s
widow
,
to
all
outward
appearance
as
supremely
self
-
possessed
as
her
ladyship
herself
.
It
was
still
early
in
the
afternoon
,
but
the
light
in
the
room
was
dim
.
The
blinds
were
drawn
down
.
Lady
Montbarry
sat
with
her
back
to
the
windows
,
as
if
even
the
subdued
daylight
were
disagreeable
to
her
.
She
had
altered
sadly
for
the
worse
in
her
personal
appearance
,
since
the
memorable
day
when
Doctor
Wybrow
had
seen
her
in
his
consulting
-
room
.
Her
beauty
was
gone
—
her
face
had
fallen
away
to
mere
skin
and
bone
;
the
contrast
between
her
ghastly
complexion
and
her
steely
glittering
black
eyes
was
more
startling
than
ever
.
Robed
in
dismal
black
,
relieved
only
by
the
brilliant
whiteness
of
her
widow
’
s
cap
—
reclining
in
a
panther
-
like
suppleness
of
attitude
on
a
little
green
sofa
—
she
looked
at
the
stranger
who
had
intruded
on
her
,
with
a
moment
’
s
languid
curiosity
,
then
dropped
her
eyes
again
to
the
hand
-
screen
which
she
held
between
her
face
and
the
fire
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
you
,
’
she
said
.
’
What
do
you
want
with
me
?
’
Mrs
.
Ferrari
tried
to
answer
.
Her
first
burst
of
courage
had
already
worn
itself
out
.
The
bold
words
that
she
had
determined
to
speak
were
living
words
still
in
her
mind
,
but
they
died
on
her
lips
.
There
was
a
moment
of
silence
.
Lady
Montbarry
looked
round
again
at
the
speechless
stranger
.
’
Are
you
deaf
?
’
she
asked
.
There
was
another
pause
.
Lady
Montbarry
quietly
looked
back
again
at
the
screen
,
and
put
another
question
.
