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IN A GLASS DARKLY.
"You leave France, I suppose?" said the ex- Marquis.
"Yes, certainly, to-morrow," answered the Count.
"And where do you mean to go?"
"That I have not yet settled," he answered quickly.
"You won't tell a friend, eh?"
"I can't till I know. This has turned out an unprofitable affair. "
"We shall settle that by-and-by."
"It is time we should get him lying down, eh?" said the Count, indicating me with one finger.
"Yes, we must proceed rapidly now. Are his night-shirt and night-cap—you understand—here?"
"All ready," said the Count.
"Now, Madame," said the doctor, turning to the lady, and making her, in spite of the
