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Herr Freudenberg shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the softly-closed door.
"Mademoiselle is a paragon," he declared. "Always she understands. Sir Julien, will you not sit down for a moment? Let me confess that this little supper-party is a pretense. For five minutes I wish to talk to you."