Chapter Six.
Valérie Dedieu.
“Look! there she goes! Isn’t she lovely? By Jove, she’s the most charming woman I’ve ever met!”
“The less of her sort there are about, the better for society at large, old fellow.”
“What? You know her?”
“Yes. Unfortunately.”
“Oh, of course. Some frivolous tale; but I’ll not hear a word of it. Some people are never satisfied unless they are polluting a fair name, or washing their neighbour’s dirty linen.”
“That’s meant to be personal, I suppose?”
“As you please.”