“Come back!”
“So that you can scold me if I am not ready when you want to go? Thank you, no.”
“I command you to come back, Cesarine.”
No answer. She was far already.
Mme. de Thaller closed the door of the little parlor, and returning to take a seat by M. de Tregars,
“What a singular girl!” she said.
Meantime he was watching in the glass what was going on in the other room. The suspicious-looking man was there still, and alone. A servant had brought him pen, ink and paper; and he was writing rapidly.
“How is it that they leave him there alone?” wondered Marius.
And he endeavored to find upon the features of the baroness an answer to the confused presentiments which agitated his brain. But there was no longer any trace of the emotion which she had manifested when taken unawares. Having had time for reflection, she had composed for herself an impenetrable countenance. Somewhat surprised at M. de Tregars’ silence,
“I was saying,” she repeated, “that Cesarine is a strange girl.”