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Leroux rose, forcing a smile to his haggard face.
"You see--much too good," he said. "Altogether--too good."...
"I thought I should find you here," continued the girl, firmly; "but
I did not anticipate"--she indicated the chaos about--"this! The
insolence, the disgraceful, ungrateful insolence, of those women!"
"Dear, dear, dear!" murmured Leroux, waving his hand vaguely; "never
mind--never mind! They--er--they... I don't want them to stop... and,
believe me, I am--er--perfectly comfortable!"
"You should not be in--THIS room, at all. In fact, you should go right
away."...
"I cannot... my wife may--return--at any moment." His voice shook.
"I--am expecting her return--hourly."...
His gaze sought the table-clock; and he drew his lips very tightly
together when the pitiless hands forced upon his mind the fact that the
day was marching to its end.
Helen turned her head aside, inhaling deeply, and striving for
composure.
"Garnham shall come down and tidy up for you," she said, quietly; "and
you must dine with us."
The outer door was noisily closed by the departing servants.
"You are much too good," whispered Leroux, again; and the weary eyes
glistened with a sudden moisture. "Thank you! Thank you! But--er--I
could not dream of disturbing".
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