“You’ve noticed that, have you?” said Germaine. “Now, as far as Jacques is concerned—he’s—he’s so indifferent. None the less, when we were at the Relzières on Thursday, I caught him quarrelling with Paul de Relzières.”
“Quarrelling?” said Sonia sharply, with a sudden uneasiness in air and eyes and voice.
“Yes; quarrelling. And they said good-bye to one another in the oddest way.”
“But surely they shook hands?” said Sonia.
“Not a bit of it. They bowed as if each of them had swallowed a poker.”
“Why—then—then—” said Sonia, starting up with a frightened air; and her voice stuck in her throat.
“Then what?” said Germaine, a little startled by her panic-stricken face.
“The duel! Monsieur de Relzières’ duel!” cried Sonia.
“What? You don’t think it was with Jacques?”
“I don’t know—but this quarrel—the Duke’s manner this morning—the Du Buits’ drive—” said Sonia.