"
I said that it was monstrous. Judith retorted that I had brought
the calumny upon myself.
"But what can I do?" I asked.
"Board her out with a suburban family, as you should have done
from the first. Even I, who am not strait-laced, consider it
highly improper for you to have her alone with you in the house."
"My dear," said I, "there is Antoinette."
"Tush"--or something like it--said Judith.
"And Stenson. No one seeing Stenson could doubt the
irreproachable propriety of his master."
"I really have no patience with you," said Judith.
It is hopeless to discuss Carlotta with her. I shall do it no
more.
We sat for a while under the trees, and conversed on rational
topics. She likes her employment with Willoughby. The morning
she spends among blue books and other waste matter at the British
Museum, and she devotes the evening to sorting her information.
Willoughby commends her highly.
"And there is something I know you'll be very pleased to hear,"
she continued. "Who do you think called on me yesterday? Mrs.
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