"How did you see me?" asked a harsh voice.
Coquenil smiled toward a faint light, but kept his eyes closed. "I didn't, I haven't seen you yet."
"But you knew I was writing in my diary?"
"Because you were so absorbed that you did not hear me stir."
"Humph! And the lead pencil?"
"I heard you sharpen it. That was just before you stopped to eat the orange."
The light came nearer. M. Paul felt that the baron was bending over him.
"What's the matter? Your eyes are shut."
"It amuses me to keep them shut. Do you mind?"
"Singular man!" mattered the other. "What makes you think I ate an orange?"