“Yes, you understand perfectly. And if you wish further information ask for it from your sister.”
“These are strange words,” said the Italian, arrogantly.
“Every one does as well as he can; all men have not the privilege of being strange in their actions.”
Agostini was about to reply, and the two men stood threateningly in front of one another, when a hand was laid on the Italian’s arm, and the voice of Mademoiselle Lichtenbach was heard saying—
“Monsieur le Comte, will you come this way, please? My father is looking for you.”
Cesare gave Marcel a defiant glance. Then, turning with flattering humility to the young girl, he said—
“Your slightest wish shall be obeyed, mademoiselle. But I shall see this gentleman again, and—”
“I forbid you!”
“Very good.”
Lichtenbach came up to them. He passed in front of Graff, without appearing to see him.