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He only said politely , `` And I am delighted that the trousseau is perfectly satisfactory to you , madame . '' That was an awful shock , and I hope I did n't show it as I murmured `` Perfectly , thank you . '' The word `` trousseau '' can be spoken in a woman 's presence for many years with no effect , but it is an awful shock when she first _ really _ hears it . I felt queer all the afternoon as I packed those trunks for the five o'clock train . Yes , the word `` trousseau '' ought to have a definite surname after it always , and that 's why my loyalty dragged poor Mr. Carter out into the light of my conscience . The thinking of him had a strange effect on me . I had laid out the dream in dark grey-blue cloth , tailored almost beyond endurance , to wear in the train going home , and had thrown the old black silk bag across the chair to give to the hotel maid , but the decision of the session between conscience and loyalty made me pack the precious blue wonder and put on once more the black rags of remembrance in a kind of panic of respect .