"Remember, my child, that if we find Monsieur de Sabron, the circumspection will have to be even greater still."
"Leave that to me, ma tante."
"You don't know," said the determined lady quite sweetly, "that he has the slightest desire to marry you, Julia."
Miss Redmond sat up in her chair, and flamed.
"Do you want to make me miserable?"
"I intend to let my worldly wisdom equal this emergency, Julia. I want Robert to have no suspicion of the facts."
"How can we prevent it, ma tante?"
"We can do so if you will obey me."
The girl started, and her aunt, looking up at the Duc de Tremont where he stood in the bow, saw that he showed signs of finishing his smoke and of joining them.
"Ma tante," said the girl quickly, "have you brought me here under false colors? Have you let him think..."