‘No, monsieur,’ replied the exempt; ‘but I am upon one now. Who is that with Sainte-Croix?’
‘I do not know. She has been closely masked all the evening. Is she suspected of anything?’
‘No,’ replied Desgrais, with apparent unconcern, ‘no—nothing. I have something to say to her companion, though.’
As he spoke, he went to the side of Sainte-Croix and whispered—
‘Can you spare me a minute or two, monsieur, in private? I have some business concerning you which requires immediate adjustment.’
Sainte-Croix trembled for the instant as he recognised Desgrais; but his presence of mind immediately returned, and he said gaily to Lauzun—
‘Marquis, I may leave this lady in your charge for two minutes. Be courteous to her as you are a gentleman and a friend of mine.’
Marie started back as Gaudin withdrew his arm, and vainly endeavoured to make him seek some other cavalier; for she feared a recognition. But, anxious to know what was the motive of the exempt’s appointment, he took no notice of her, and handing her over to Lauzun, followed him to the landing at the top of the grand staircase, where they were alone.
‘You will excuse this interruption,’ said Desgrais. ‘I have been looking after you all day; for I thought a meeting might save you much unpleasantness. I believe you know M. François d’Aubray?’
‘What of him?’ asked Sainte-Croix quickly. ‘Is he not at Offemont?’