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Mademoiselle Debelleyme was not deceived by the false calm which had descended on the household in the Faubourg St. Honoré, nor by the compliments that passed between herself and Madame du Boccage, nor even by the seats in the carriage and at the Opera.
She understood perfectly the intentions of M. Frediani to get rid of her quietly when the gossip died away. She waited, tenacious, resolute and patient, but she saw, with a certain ironic tenderness, that M. du Boccage, at least, thought that he had triumphed over his wife and father-in-law, for he began to plan other journeys to England, to Italy, with his eldest children and the governess for company.