I found her husband awaiting me with ill-concealed anxiety.

“Well?” he asked, at my reappearance.

“I have come to a conclusion,” said I.

He drew me into a remote corner of the room, where, without our

conversation being overheard, he could still keep his eye on the

staircase, visible through the half-open door.

“Let me hear,” said he.

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