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Denis descended from the Old Town. At a turn of the road he overtook the bishop who was moving slowly in the same direction.
"How is Mrs. Meadows?" enquired the young man.
"Not particularly well, I'm afraid. And the Count?"
"Oh, quite all right."
They walked along in silence, having little to say to each other. That visit had done Denis