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novelty, the wonderment of her position overpowered her. She yearned for
the shelter of Fraeulein Mueller's wing, albeit the company of that most
prosaic person was certain death to romance.
Miss Mueller was in her accustomed seat by the fire, knitting her
customary muffler. She had appropriated Lady Maulevrier's place, much to
Mary's disgust. It irked the girl to see that stout, clumsy figure in
the chair which had been filled by her grandmother's imperial form. The
very room seemed vulgarised by the change.
Fraeulein looked up with a surprised air when Mary and Hammond entered
together, the girl smiling and happy. She had expected that Mary would
have left her ladyship's room in tears, and would have retired to her
own apartment to hide her swollen eyelids and humiliated aspect. But
here she was, after the fiery ordeal of an interview with her offended
grandmother, not in the least crestfallen.
'Are we not to have any tea to-night?' asked Mary, looking round the
room.
'I think you are unconscious of the progress of time, Lady Mary,'
answered Fraeulein, stiffly.


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