"Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. I'm about to leave this country for ever. I forget. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. ‘Would you like me to enquire for your mystery lady, Gerald? I know the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme quite well. But he was wide awake. You never can tell. No, none at all. " "I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions. “If you cannot listen to me now it must remain undelivered. It contains news of the serious illness of a near relation at Paris. As a matter of fact it isn’t their affair. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. The late afternoon, en effet.
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