“Do what I told you!” she ordered.
And as soon as the footman had gone, turning to M. de Tregars,
“Alas!” she said, “who would have thought that I would curse the day when you first entered our house?”
But, whilst, she spoke, M. de Tregars noticed in the glass the result of the order she had just given.
The footman walked into the grand parlor, spoke a few words; and at once the man with the alarming countenance put on his hat and went out.
“This is very strange!” thought M. de Tregars. Meantime, the baroness was going on,
“If your intentions are to that point irrevocable, how is it that you are here? You have too much experience of the world not to have understood, this morning, the object of my visit and of my allusions.”
Fortunately, M. de Tregars’ attention was no longer drawn by the proceedings in the next room. The decisive moment had come: the success of the game he was playing would, perhaps, depend upon his coolness and self-command.
“It is because I did understand, madame, and even better than you suppose, that I am here.”
“Indeed!”