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"May I drive you home, Mr. Leigh?" she asked. "Thank you!" And Aubrey smiled as he accepted the invitation. And presently the carriages started, Sylvie's light victoria leading, and the Princesse D'Agramont's landeau following.
No one could really tell whether she grieved for D'Agramont's death or not; no one but herself knew how she had loved him, no one guessed what agonies of pain and shame she had endured for his sake, nor how she had wept herself half blind with despair when he died.