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"Why not?" he said, in the tone of one who meant, "Who's keeping you?"
Then in my weakness I spoke to Alma, who answered:
"Certainly, my sweet girl. We shall miss you _dreadfully_, but it's your
duty. And then you'll see that _dear_ Mr. . . . What d'ye callum?"
Finally, feeling myself a poor, pitiful hypocrite, I apologised for my
going away to the guests also, and they looked as if they might say:
"We'll survive it, perhaps."
The night before my departure my maid said:
"Perhaps your ladyship has forgotten that my time's up, but I'll stay
until you return if you want me to."
I asked her if she would like to stay with me altogether and she said:
"Indeed I should, my lady. Any woman would like to stay with a good
mistress, if she _is_ a little quick sometimes. And if you don't want me
to go to your father's I may be of some use to you here before you come
back again."
I saw that her mind was still running on divorce, but I did not reprove
her now, for mine was turning in the same direction.


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