There were footsteps outside, and Henri drew the door a little closer. But he was dismayed to find it Marie. She crept in, a white and broken thing, and looked about her.
"Maurice!" she called.
She sat down for a moment, and then, seeing the disorder about her, set to work to clear the table. It was then that Henri lowered his pistol and opened the door.
"Don't shriek, Marie," he said.
She turned and saw him, and clutched at the table.
"Monsieur!"
"Marie," he said quietly, "go up these stairs and remain quiet. Do not walk round. And do not come down, no matter what you hear!"
She obeyed him, stumbling somewhat. For she had seen his revolver, and it frightened her. But as she passed him she clutched at his sleeve.
"He is good—Maurice," she said, gasping. "Of the father I know nothing, but Maurice—"
"Go up and be silent!" was all he said.