\"You are horrified? Yes, of course; I understand. I don't defend poor Stanislas, though he has always called me his best friend. He does not defend himself—he casts himself at her feet: in my person.\" She tapped her emaciated bosom. \"I have his letter here.\"
\"A letter?—Has Madame Olenska seen it?\" Archer stammered, his brain whirling with the shock of the announcement.
The Marchioness Manson shook her head softly. \"Time—time;
\"You are horrified? Yes, of course; I understand. I don't defend poor Stanislas, though he has always called me his best friend. He does not defend himself—he casts himself at her feet: in my person.\" She tapped her emaciated bosom. \"I have his letter here.\"
\"A letter?—Has Madame Olenska seen it?\" Archer stammered, his brain whirling with the shock of the announcement.
The Marchioness Manson shook her head softly. \"Time—time;
