Oh, John. ‘How could you possibly know it?’ ‘I know it,’ Lucilla told him frostily, ‘because Dorothée told me that Madame Valade went off with Gerald positively purring in her ear—which is a thing he never does—and came back with him looking like the cat after cream. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. “Come upstairs,” she said, “and I will show you your room. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. But all this business has driven it clean out of my head.
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