Then the sound of talking was heard in the anteroom.
D—— rose and opened the door.
“I can recognize her voice,” said Louis, as he grasped my arm with a vice-like grip.
“We shall see! wait! be a man!” I answered. “It must be evident that if she has thus come to supper with a man, of her own will, to the house of a stranger, she is not worthy your sympathy.”
“I beg, madam, that you will enter,” said D——’s voice in the outer room. “We are all friends here I assure you.”
“Yes, come in, my dear Emily,” said M. de Chateau Renaud, “you need not take off your mask if you do not wish to do so.”
“The wretch,” muttered Louis.
At that moment a lady entered, dragged in rather than assisted by D——, who fancied he was doing the honours, and by Chateau Renaud.
“Three minutes to four,” said Chateau Renaud to D——, in a low voice.