“Well?”
“True; you haven't had any experience with petticoats. This woman will rend heaven and earth rather than relinquish her projects, or rather those of her mistress. I should like to see this duchess, who shows a fine discernment in the selection of her assistants. Beware of the woman who is frankly your enemy. If she is frank, it is because she is confident of the end; if not, she is frank in order to disarm us of the suspicion of cunning. I would give much to know the true meaning of this house party.”
“Hang me if I can see what difference it makes. She can not do anything either by frankness or by cunning.”
“She gathered us in neatly, this red-haired Amazon.”
“Red-haired!” in a kind of protest.
“Why, yes; that's the color, isn't it?” innocently.
“I thought it a red-brown. It's too bad that such a woman should be mixed up in an affair like this.”
“Woman will sacrifice to ambition what she never will sacrifice to love. Hush; I hear the Colonel returning.”
They were conducted to the opposite wing of the chateau, to a room on the second floor. Its windows afforded an excellent view of the land which lay south. Hills rolled away like waves of gold, dotted here and there with vineyards. Through the avenue of trees they could see the highway, and beyond, the river, which had its source in the mountains ten miles eastward.
The room itself was in red, evidently a state chamber, for it contained two canopied beds. Several fine paintings hung from the walls, and between the two windows rose one of those pier glasses which owe their existence to the first empire of France. On one of the beds Maurice saw the hussar uniform. On the dresser were razors and mugs and a pitcher of hot water.