I should before this have
sent--quite privately and in a friendly way, to question you about this
Mr. Dundas, who passed under another name at the hotel where you called
upon him; but I received a request from a very high quarter to wait
before communicating with you. Now, as you have come to me, I suppose I
may speak."
"Ask me any questions you choose," I said, "and I'll answer them."
"Then, to begin with, since you are engaged to Monsieur du Laurier, how
do you explain the statement you made at the hotel, concerning Mr.
Dundas?"
"That is one of the many things I have come here on purpose to tell
you," I answered him; "for I am going to give you my whole confidence. I
throw myself upon your mercy."
"You do me a great honour. Will you speak without my prompting?"
"Yes. I would prefer it. In England, a year ago, I had a little
flirtation with Mr. Dundas--no more, though we liked and admired each
other. We exchanged a few silly letters, and I forgot all about them
until I fell in love with Raoul and promised to marry him--only a short
time ago. Then I couldn't bear to think that I had written these foolish
letters, and that, perhaps, Mr.
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