Cette petite perle."
Outraged, Philip threw the parchment at his head.
[Nine]
Mr. Bancroft Is Enraged
"Philippe, do you go to De Farraud's to-night?" asked De Bergeret suddenly. He was lounging on the couch in Philip's room, watching Philip adjust his patches.
"De Farraud's? I'd not thought of it. Whom shall I meet there?"
"Your very obedient," said De Bergeret, flourishing his hat.
"The prospect does not entice me," answered Philip. "No, don't retort! Don't speak. Don't move!" He leaned forward, shifting a candle to throw its light on his face, and frowned at his reflection. The white hand that held the haresfoot wavered an instant, and then alighted at the corner of his mouth. Philip sat back, studying the effect.
"Whom else shall I meet, Jules?"
"The usual people, I fancy. And some others, no doubt."