.. had imagined, from the accounts which... I have had of
you."...
She seated herself in an armchair.
"Had of me from Mira?" asked Helen.
"Yes... from Mrs. Leroux."
"How delightful it must be for you to have her with you so often!
Marriage, as a rule, puts an end to that particular sort of good-time,
doesn't it?"
"It does... very properly... too. No MAN... no MAN in his ... right
senses... would permit... his wife... to gad about in Paris with
another... girl" (she presumably referred to herself) "whom HE had only
met... casually... and did not like"...
"What! do you mean that Mr. Leroux doesn't like you? I can't believe
that!"
"Then the sooner... you believe it... the better."
"It can only be that he does not know you, properly?"
"He has no wish... to know me... properly; and I have no desire... to
cultivate... the... friendship of such... a silly being."
Helen Cumberly was conscious that a flush was rising from her face to
her brow, and tingling in the very roots of her hair. She was indignant
with herself and turned, aside, bending over her table in order to
conceal this ill-timed embarrassment from her visitor.
"Poor Mr. Leroux!" she said, speaking very rapidly; "I think it awfully
good of him, and sporty, to allow his wife so much liberty.
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