Ana entered slowly, without uttering a word, and took no

[Alvera Everheart <franking at deloitte dot kz>]

she was still alone in the drawing-room seemed like so many centuries;
but the door was opened, and Norbert and his wife appeared. Then, with
a charming smile, Madame de Mussidan rose and bowed gracefully to the
Duchess de Champdoce, making a series of half-jesting apologies for her
intrusion. She had been utterly unable, she said, to resist
the pleasure she should experience in seeing an old country neighbor,
the more so as they were now separated by so short a
distance. She had, therefore, disregarded all the rules
of etiquette so that they might have a cozy chat about Poitiers,
Bevron, Champdoce, and all the country where she had been born, and
which she so dearly
loved. The Duchess listened in silence
to this torrent of words, and the expression of her face showed how
surprised she was at this unexpected
visit. A less perfectly self-possessed woman than Diana de Mussidan
might have felt abashed, but the slight annoyance was not to be
compared to the prospective advantages that she hop

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