But I will not be under the same roof with Marie Delhasse." And her declaration finished, the duchess nodded most emphatically, and turned to her cup again.
The name of Marie Delhasse, shot forth from Mme.

de Saint-Maclou's pouting lips, pierced the cloud that had seemed to envelop my brain.

I sat up on the sofa and looked eagerly at the duchess.
"You saw her, then, at the convent ?" I asked.
"Yes, I met her in the chapel.

Really, I should have expected to be safe from her there.

And the Mother would not turn her out!" And then the duchess, by a sudden transition, said to me, with a half-apologetic, half challenging smile: "You got my note, I suppose, Mr.Aycon ?" For a minute I regarded the duchess.