The Duchess's maid entered, carrying a long cloak of glimmering lace and satin.
The Duchess nodded.
"I come at once, Hortense," she said, in French.

"Sir Leslie," she added, turning towards him, "you are making a great mistake, and I advise you to be careful.

You are one of those who think ill of all men.

Such men as Lawrence Mannering belong to a race of human beings of whom you know nothing.

I listened to you once, and I was a fool.