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She was dressed in black with touches of white. But her gown was sophisticated, elegant, Parisienne black, which had nothing in common with the sombre, dull mourning assumed by a British widow. Drawing in a deep breath, Fenella moved forward and dropped a curtsey. “You must be Madame D’Arbley,” she smiled, “I am delighted to welcome you to the Priory.” “Enchantèe, Madame,” Madame D’Arbley replied. “Has Lord Corbury received my letter?” She spoke with a pronounced accent which made her words sound extremely attractive. “Yes, indeed, Madame,” Fenella answered. “Will you not come into the Salon?” She led the way across the Hall, opened the door into the Salon, and invited the French woman to precede her. As she did so she glanced towards the passage and saw that Lord Corbury was waiting