“Well, when you see him, and speak to him, you will be interested, Madame.”
She replaced the red king on the board.
“Why?”
“He is an enigma.”
Madame looked up. De Pomponne had piqued her curiosity and her vanity, as he intended.
“You think I can solve this enigma?”
The Marquis smiled.
“If any one can, Madame.”
“I wonder?” she mused languidly, then she rose with a soft sound of silks.
“What do you want me to do?”