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The others were all gathered together in the far corner of the great hall. Saton turned to the bishop. "This is only a repetition of the sort of thing which you have doubtless seen," he said. "Have you anything in your pocket which you are quite sure that Lady Marrabel knows nothing of?" Silently the bishop produced a small and worn Greek Testament. Saton opened it at random.
His encounter with Pauline Marrabel at the conversazione had given him the keenest pleasure. He had at once fixed a day sometime ahead upon which he would take to her the books he had spoken of. The day had arrived at last, but he had first another engagement.
"I wonder if you can tell me what it is." There was no answer. They listened and watched. Pauline never spoke. Already a smile was parting Rochester's lips. "I think, Lady Marrabel," Saton said slowly, "that you can tell me, if you will. I think that you will tell me. I think that you must!"
Saton contented himself with a grave bow. "I am afraid, Lady Marrabel," he said, "that you are prejudiced against me." "I think not," she answered. "Naturally, seeing you so suddenly brought into my mind the terrible occurrence of only a few days ago." "An occurrence," he declared, "which no one could regret so greatly as myself.
"Lady Marrabel will have nothing to do with your performance." Rochester bit his lip the moment he had spoken. He felt that he had made a mistake. One or two of the guests looked at him curiously. The Duchess was literally open-mouthed. Saton was smiling in a peculiar manner. "In that case," he remarked quietly, "if Mr. Rochester has spoken with authority, I fear that I can do nothing."
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