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On the morning of the day when the guests were to depart Mrs. Aylmer, having spent a long and almost restless night, sent for Trevor to her room. He entered unwillingly. He had begun to dislike his tete-a-tete with Mrs. Aylmer very much.
"Now, my dear boy, just sit down and let us have a cosy chat," said the old lady.