He eyed
Madame discreetly; he saw that she had accepted merely the
surface tones.
"And you will wear one, too, Jack?" said Maurice.
"No, thank you. I pass my word, Madame; I do not like
confinement."
"Well, then, the count will shortly return and establish you in
better quarters. Let us suppose you are my guests for a--a
fortnight. Since both of us are right, since neither your cause
nor mine is wrong, an armistice! Ah! I forgot. The east corridor
on the third floor is forbidden you. Should you mistake and go
that way, a guard will direct you properly. Messieurs, till
dinner!" and with a smile which illumined her face as a sudden
burst of sunshine flashes across a hillside, she passed out of
the room, followed by her henchman, who had not yet put aside
the thoughtful repose of his countenance.
"A house party," said Maurice, when he could no longer hear
their footsteps. "And what the deuce have they got so valuable
in the east corridor on the third floor?"
"It's small matter to me," said Fitzgerald tranquilly. "The main
fact is that she has given up her game."
Said Maurice, his face expressing both pity and astonishment:
"My dear, dear John! Didn't you see that woman's eyes, her hair,
her chin, her nose?"
"Well?"
"True; you haven't had any experience with petticoats.
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