He told me how charming you are"-- Harry was quite sure then that she was fibbing--"and that it was so pleasant! Edouard is very much attached to Julie; very much.

Though, of course, all that was mere nonsense; just lies told by that wicked lord.

Bah! what did he know ?" Harry by this time was beginning to wish that he had never found his way to Mount Street.
"Of course they were lies," he said roughly.
"Of course, mon cher.

Those things always are lies, and so wicked! What good do they do ?" "Lies never do any good," said Harry.
To so wide a proposition as this madame was not prepared to give an unconditional assent; she therefore shrugged her shoulders, and once again looked like her brother.
"Ah!" she said.

"Julie is a happy woman now.