"Bancroft? What does he say of me?"
"A great deal, if all I hear is true."
Philip set down his glass.
"Indeed! Now, what might you have heard, De Ravel?"
"It would appear that ce cher Bancroft feels no love for you, mon pauvre. If De Graune is to be believed, he resents your presence here. He says he has been deceived in you. It is all very sad."
"Yes," said Philip. He frowned. "Very sad. But what does he say?"
"He divulges your close-guarded secret," said the Vicomte solemnly.
"Oh!" Philip turned in his chair and leaned his elbows on the table. "It is possible that I shall have a word to say to M. Bancroft. Continue, Charles!"
"He speaks of a lady in 'Leetle Feeteldean' who has blue, blue eyes, and—"
"Shall we pass over her eyes?" smiled Philip.