François looked at this strangely quiet gentleman with the large, light-gray, unpleasant eyes, and then at the woman.
"Come, Toto; we must take a look."
The marquis stood still, quietly watching thief, dog, and boy.
"Renée," he said, "don't make a fool of yourself."
Then from a distance the boy cried, "We found it, mama!" and ran to meet her.
The marquis took it as François rejoined the group.
"Ah, Master Thief, you are clever; but it is a little wet, this trifle, and warm too. The dog had it all the while in his mouth. He is well taught. Why the deuce did you give it up?"
The boy began to understand this small drama. He had the courage of his breed, and the training.
"Did you dare to steal my mama's picture?"
"Yes; when she let it fall."