"There is nothing which you need say!" she exclaimed. "It is finished, this fine scheme of yours! See, he is here himself. This afternoon we go to warn those whom you would rob!"
Once more that look flashed between Louis and Delora, and this time there was borne in upon me the swift consciousness of what it might mean. Delora returned to his place opposite Felicia. I bent across the table to Lamartine.
"Lamartine," I said, "there was a man who came here once—a companion of that woman—Bartot. He came to make trouble with Louis, and he dined here once. He dined nowhere else on earth!"
Lamartine was suddenly grave.
"Would Louis dare!" he muttered.
"Why not?" I answered. "See, Louis is watching us even now!"
Lamartine half rose from his seat. I pushed him back.
"No!" I said. "It is not for you! It is I who will arrange this thing."
I left my place and walked towards the table where the two were sitting. I saw Delora lay down his knife and fork and watch me with fixed, intent gaze. I saw Louis' lips twist into a snarl. He glided to the table even as I did. I held out my hand to the woman.
"You have not forgotten me, I hope?" I asked. "I am very glad indeed to see you in London."