Supper was over. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. Her steps slowed. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. Very slowly emerging out of a phase of stupefaction, these personal affairs and her personal problem resumed possession of her mind. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!” She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. ‘Caught in the act by myself and Major Gerald Alderley only last week. What had been happening all this time? ‘Do you tell me he has not again left his apartment?’ ‘Only to go to some party or other Monday night,’ Kimble said. En tout cas, why had he not returned? She pondered the question as, later, she paced about her favourite retreat. ‘A man who is false, who steals papers, who has a plot to take another’s name, who lies to the Mother Abbess and to me, and above all this—’ her voice near to breaking ‘—one who is French.
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