"Pray excuse me if I disturb the lovers!"
But he stopped, astonished at seeing Cisy, and that Cisy had taken his own seat.
Another cover was brought; and, as he was very hungry, he snatched up at random from what remained of the dinner some meat which was in a dish, fruit out of a basket, and drank with one hand while he helped himself with the other, all the time telling them the result of his mission. The two bow-wows had been taken home. Nothing fresh at the house. He had found the cook in the company of a soldier—a fictitious story which he had especially invented for the sake of effect.
The Maréchale took down her cloak from the window-screw. Frederick made a rush towards the bell, calling out to the waiter, who was some distance away:
"A carriage!"
"I have one of my own," said the Vicomte.
"But, Monsieur!"
"Nevertheless, Monsieur!"
And they stared into each other's eyes, both pale and their hands trembling.
At last, the Maréchale took Cisy's arm, and pointing towards the Bohemian seated at the table: