"
"Yes; you were always a first favorite with the cure," said Lacroix.
"How angry he is with Noel McAllister; needlessly so. _I_ have forgiven
him long ago."
"Have you, indeed? And have you heard about Lady Margaret?"
"Yes. Mr. McAllister did me the honor of calling on me the other day."
"Noel McAllister called on you, Marie?"
The old name slipped out accidentally, and, in his excitement, he did not
notice the mistake.
"Yes."
"And he told you about Lady Margaret, about his wife being dead?"
"Yes."
"Was that all he told you?"
Marie looked rather surprised at being cross-questioned in this abrupt
manner; but replied quietly:--
"No; it was not all. He told me much more."
"Yes! yes!" said Lacroix, with the persistency of a cross-examining
lawyer, "And you Marie, what did you say?"
"If you really want to know exactly what I said, my words were to the
effect that I had no time to reopen a closed chapter in my life, and
that my carriage was at the door."
A strange expression, almost of relief, with surprise mingled, crossed
the artist's grave face, and he did not speak for a moment.
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