"Oh, the Duchess and Delafield and I have done our best to protect her, and to keep the peace. I am quite sure Lady Henry has poured out her grievances to you, hasn't she?"
"Alack, she has!"
"I knew she couldn't hold her tongue to you, even for a day. She has really been losing her head over it. And it is a thousand pities."
"So you think all the fault's on Lady Henry's side?"
The Minister gave a shrug.
"At any rate, I have never myself seen anything to justify Lady Henry's state of feeling. On the famous Wednesdays, Mademoiselle Julie always appears to make Lady Henry her first thought. And in other ways she has really worn herself to death for the old lady. It makes one rather savage sometimes to see it."
"So in your eyes she is a perfect companion?"
Montresor laughed.
"Oh, as to perfection--"
"Lady Henry accuses her of intrigue. You have seen no traces of it?"