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Every one hated her." "Except those, I suppose, who liked her too much!" Mr. Flack permitted himself to guess. "And who's Mme. de Villepreux?" he proceeded. "She's the daughter of Mme. de Marignac." "And who's THAT old sinner?" the young man asked. "Oh I guess she's dead," said Francie. "She used to be a great friend of Mr. Probert of Gaston's father." "He used to go to tea with her?"
Mme. de Cliche can't bear Mme. de Villepreux." "Well, he seems a kind of MEAN man," George Flack moralised. "Oh his mother was very bad. That was one thing they had against the marriage." "Who had? against what marriage?" "When Maggie Probert became engaged." "Is that what they call her Maggie?" "Her brother does; but every one else calls her Margot. Old Mme. de Cliche had a horrid reputation.
It's a thunderbolt indeed, my poor and innocent but disastrous little friend! Poor Leonie de Villepreux has been with us constantly and Jeanne and her husband have telegraphed that we may expect them day after to-morrow. They are evidently immensely emotionnes, for they almost never telegraph. They wish so to receive Gaston.
"And about me too, and about Gaston and my marriage, and all sorts of personalities, and all the names, and Mme. de Villepreux, and everything. It's all printed there and they've read it. It says one of them steals." "Will you be so good as to tell me what you're talking about?" Delia enquired sternly. "Where is it printed and what have we got to do with it?" "Some one sent it, and I told Mr.
"Oh the most awful thing; a newspaper sent this morning from America to my father containing two horrible columns of vulgar lies and scandal about our family, about all of us, about you, about your picture, about poor Marguerite, calling her 'Margot, about Maxime and Leonie de Villepreux, saying he's her lover, about all our affairs, about Gaston, about your marriage, about your sister and your dresses and your dimples, about our darling father, whose history it professes to relate in the most ignoble, the most revolting terms.
"Almost every day. Susan says he has never been the same since her death." "The way they do come out with 'em!" Mr. Flack chuckled. "And who the mischief's Susan?" "Why Mme. de Brecourt. Mr. Probert just loved Mme. de Marignac. Mme. de Villepreux isn't so nice as her mother. She was brought up with the Proberts, like a sister, and now she carries on with Maxime." "With Maxime?"
That's why one must forgive her if she's rather peculiar. She's very unhappy." "Do you mean through her husband?" "Yes, he likes other ladies better. He flirts with Mme. de Brives." Mr. Flack's hand closed over it. "Mme. de Brives?" "Yes, she's lovely," said Francie. "She ain't very young, but she's fearfully attractive. And he used to go every day to have tea with Mme. de Villepreux.
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