And I believe in my heart, Lady Hermione, that you will soon see how fortunate you were in escaping that mincing little Frenchman----" "Marcelle, the poor man is dead." "Then it is the best turn he has done you, miladi.

I never fancied him.

There was something underhanded and mean about him.

I have seen his face when you were not looking, and I'm sure he was a hypocrite." "Marcelle, you will drive me crazy.

Don't you understand that I have never intended to marry anybody--really ?" A knock at the door opening into the sitting-room came to Hermione's relief.
"Yes ?" she said.
"If you can spare Marcelle, I would recommend that she should go to your flat for any clothes you may need," said Curtis's voice.
Hermione threw open the door.
"A little while ago you told me that it was impossible to think of returning there," she said.
"For you, yes, but not for your maid.