"Foolish?" she repeated, still keeping her temper well under control, though it was her voice which was shaking now. "Foolish? Ma foi! when my husband obtains——"
"'Sh! 'sh! 'sh!" he said quickly, as with rough gesture he grasped her wrist, and gave it a warning pressure.
"Bah!" she retorted; "no one can hear."
"The walls have ears!"
"And if they have? I cannot keep up this deception for ever, Gaston."
"'Twere worse than foolish to founder within sight of port."
"You trust Lydie d'Aumont's word then?"
"If you will do nothing to spoil the situation!" he retorted grimly. "Another word such as you said just now, too long a prolongation of this charming tête-à-tête, and Mlle. d'Aumont will make a fresh promise to some one else."
"I was right, then?"
"Right in what?"