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It
disconcerted
me
,
but
I
did
my
best
not
to
show
it
.
I
adopted
the
tone
used
by
my
Uncle
Henry
,
a
clergyman
,
when
he
was
asking
one
of
his
relatives
for
a
subscription
to
the
Additional
Curates
Society
.
"
You
don
’
t
mind
my
talking
to
you
frankly
?
"
He
shook
his
head
,
smiling
.
"
Has
she
deserved
that
you
should
treat
her
like
this
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Have
you
any
complaint
to
make
against
her
?
"
"
None
.
"
"
Then
,
isn
’
t
it
monstrous
to
leave
her
in
this
fashion
,
after
seventeen
years
of
married
life
,
without
a
fault
to
find
with
her
?
"
"
Monstrous
.
"
I
glanced
at
him
with
surprise
.
His
cordial
agreement
with
all
I
said
cut
the
ground
from
under
my
feet
.
It
made
my
position
complicated
,
not
to
say
ludicrous
.
I
was
prepared
to
be
persuasive
,
touching
,
and
hortatory
,
admonitory
and
expostulating
,
if
need
be
vituperative
even
,
indignant
and
sarcastic
;
but
what
the
devil
does
a
mentor
do
when
the
sinner
makes
no
bones
about
confessing
his
sin
?
I
had
no
experience
,
since
my
own
practice
has
always
been
to
deny
everything
.
