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In the meantime, Mason reappeared at the Hall upon the following Sunday afternoon and Larose met him there. It had become almost a regular habit with Larose, generally accompanied by his wife, to turn up on Sunday afternoons and give Jean half an hour's sitting for his portrait. This afternoon, however, his wife had gone upon a visit to her mother in Scotland and Larose had come alone. Now in the days which followed, looking back upon that beautiful summer's afternoon when they all seemed so carefree and happy when at tea upon the lawn, Larose often thought that by his actions then he precipitated the various crises which followed so quickly afterwards. According to his usual custom, he made no offer to shake hands with the solicitor, although he gave him a ready smile. There had always