"Why, from across the hall, behind the chair there," I answered. "I've been there a long while back. His Grace told me to wait in the hall, and in the hall I waited, though the Duke, having other things to think of, forgot both his order and his servant."
"Then you heard?" she asked in a whisper.
"All, I think, that the Duke said. Lord Carford said nothing. I was about to interrupt his Grace when the task was better performed for me. I think, madame, you owe some thanks to M. de Perrencourt."
"You heard what he said?"
"The last few words only," I answered regretfully.
She looked at me for an instant, and then said with a dreary little smile,
"I'm to be grateful to M. de Perrencourt?"
"I know no other man who could or would have rid you of the Duke so finely. Besides, he appeared to treat you with much courtesy."
"Courtesy, yes!" she cried, but seemed to check herself. She was still in great agitation, and a moment later she covered her face and I heard her sob again.