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The governess moved slowly down the corridor, repulsed, defeated, her alliance refused, before her the prospect of another departure, another period of servitude in a place that was sure to be far less pleasant than this.

Already she was at home in her elegant apartments, already she had introduced order, serenity, discipline into her little world and secured the grateful allegiance of the children; already amid the confusion of the mismanaged household her department ran smoothly, without friction or dispute.

And must all this be given up because that other woman did not like her, would not trust her?

Faint with rage Lucille Debelleyme leant against the wall of the corridor.

"She has everything, youth, beauty, wealth, rank, a charming husband, delicious children—a powerful father, hosts of friends—I have just myself, possess nothing, have no one to help me. Possess nothing? I have also beauty, youth—perhaps more wit. Dare I match myself against her?"