Miss Chressham crossed to the spinet.
"How dare she play my instrument!" the fair countenance was angry. "And come here in this manner to my lady's house?"
"I do not know," said Marius again, staring at the floor.
Susannah looked up at him sharply.
"I think you had better go to Paris," she said slowly.
CHAPTER II
BEDCHAMBER PLOTS
The Countess Lavinia sat by the heavily curtained window, her hands idle in her lap; she wore a loose, slightly soiled white mob; her hair in front was twisted into paper curlers and hung straightly down her back behind, her bare feet were thrust into low blue slippers, and a fat little dog lay asleep on the edge of her striped petticoat.