She led the baron away, after looking again in a domineering manner at Cristiano. Now this is how he obeyed her:
“So that is Baron Olaus de Waldemora?” he said, approaching Margaret and Mademoiselle Potin, who had hastened to join the young girl at the approach of her chaperone.
“That is he!” replied Margaret, with a bitter smile. “What do you think of him?”
“He must have been quite handsome thirty years ago.”
“That, at least,” rejoined Margaret, with a sigh. “Did you like his face?”
“Yes; I have a great admiration for cheerful faces. There is a certain gayety about his—”
“Is it not frightful?”
“What was that you said to my uncle?” said Cristiano, sitting down beside her chair, and lowering his voice; “did he kill his sister-in-law?”
“It is thought so.”
“For my part, I am sure of it.”