CHAPTER X.
Left on my Hands.
"There is nothing else for it!" I exclaimed, as I set out for the hotel.
"I'll go back to England." I could not resist the conclusion that my presence in Avranches was no longer demanded.

The duchess had, on the one hand, arrived at a sort of understanding with her husband; while she had, on the other, contrived to create a very considerable misunderstanding with me.

She had shown no gratitude for my efforts, and made no allowance for the mistakes which, possibly, I had committed.

She had behaved so unreasonably as to release me from any obligation.

As to Marie Delhasse, I had had enough (so I declared in the hasty disgust my temper engendered) of Quixotic endeavors to rescue people who, had they any moral resolution, could well rescue themselves.