Chaudoreille paused, arrested in the middle of his smile, and could not find words to answer her.
"Why were you coming to me?" resumed Julia; "is the marquis here, or his confidant, the barber Touquet?"
"No, beautiful lady, I am at present alone with you and Marcel in the house. I have passed the night in watching over your safety, believing that the marquis would arrive."
"Who is this Marcel? the servant who opened the door to us, I suppose."
"Precisely!"
"He has served the marquis for a long time in this house?"
"No, I believe he has only been here four or five years."
"And you, when did you come here?"
"I came yesterday for the first time."
Julia was silent and Chaudoreille resumed after a moment,—