When the Abbé went out into the garden on the following morning Jeanne left the Marquis at once, and joined him for their usual walk. Certainly she had not given the Marquis more than five minutes of her company. The Abbé would have talked of him, but Jeanne pleaded that he should talk of something interesting.
"Upon my honor, mademoiselle, I believe you will end by disliking poor Monsieur de Castellux."
"Would that be worth while?" Jeanne asked.
She seemed to listen eagerly to all the Abbé said to her, but she was thinking of her short conversation with Barrington. She must show no excitement.
Legrand came into the salon that night. He took no notice of Barrington, who was playing cards, totally absorbed in his game, but he watched Jeanne for a little while, and presently approached her.
"You are very brave, mademoiselle," he said.
"Is it not best?"
"I am very grieved," said Legrand.
"Monsieur, you have heard nothing from—from Lucien Bruslart?"
"Nothing."