Seven--thousand--pounds a year! One does not know how to believe it; does one ?" "I never heard the amount of her income," said Harry.
"It is all that," said the Franco-Pole, energetically; "every franc of it, beside the house! I know it.

She told me herself.Yes.What woman would risk that, you know; and his life, you may say, as good as gone?
Of course they were lies." "I don't think you understand her, Madame Gordeloup." "Oh, yes; I know her, so well.

And love her--oh, Mr.Clavering, I love her so dearly! Is she not charming?
So beautiful, you know, and grand.
Such a will, too! That is what I like in a woman.

Such a courage! She never flinched in those horrid days, never.

And when he called her--you know what--she only looked at him, just looked at him, miserable object.
Oh, it was beautiful!" And Madame Gordeloup, rising in her energy from her seat for the purpose, strove to throw upon Harry such another glance as the injured, insulted wife had thrown upon her foul-tongued, dying lord.
"She will marry," said Madame Gordeloup, changing her tone with a suddenness that made Harry start; "yes, she will marry, of course.