“Where is Monsieur le Comte?”
“Monsieur le Comte est couché.”
“Et Madame?”
“Madame aussi, Monsieur.”
“Then show this gentleman in.”
“Bien, Monsieur,” said the man, and made his escape. . . .
Amid an electric silence Nicholas picked up his glass and drank comfortably.
Susan was touching his arm.
“Nicholas! What are you doing?”
Her lover turned with a swift smile.