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O the fool, the fool that I was!' Now Millborne was not so soundly asleep as to prevent his hearing these animadversions that were almost execrations, and many more of the same sort.

As there was no peace for him at home, he went again to his club, where, since his reunion with Leonora, he had seldom if ever been seen.
But the shadow of the troubles in his household interfered with his comfort here also; he could not, as formerly, settle down into his favourite chair with the evening paper, reposeful in the celibate's sense that where he was his world's centre had its fixture.

His world was now an ellipse, with a dual centrality, of which his own was not the major.
The young curate of Ivell still held aloof, tantalizing Frances by his elusiveness.

Plainly he was waiting upon events.