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"Not ungraceful, certainly; but Mrs. Bellairs is graceful, and Miss Latour not bad; it must be walking so much. What a gorilla that fellow looks! The women here are decidedly better than the men." His soliloquy stopped short. Lucia had turned to look at something, and their eyes met.
The aristocrat, Lucien Bruslart, who had posed as an honest citizen, yet had hidden an emigré in the city. Denounced by Citizeness Pauline Vaison, who was declared with one consent to be a true patriot, what hope could there be for him? Yet this man found a strange advocate, no less a person than Raymond Latour.
"Probably we shall never hear of them," said Richard. "Always I think of Latour in my prayers," Jeanne said. "Yes, you promised that. I wonder whether he ever had your message?" "I cannot decide," said Jeanne, thoughtfully. "At first I felt that he had not, and then, quite suddenly, Richard, it seemed to me that he knew and was glad.
"Citizen Bruslart is a friend of yours?" "Yes." "Have you ever heard that he was to marry Jeanne St. Clair?" "Whatever he once intended, I have the best reason for knowing that he has changed his mind. Lucien Bruslart is to marry me." Latour showed no surprise. "Have you ever seen this Jeanne St. Clair?" he asked. "Never."
The orchestra filled in the time by playing lively marches, while the boys behind the scenes worked feverishly to mend the severed wires, and the curtain went up a whole hour after scheduled time. The first act went off famously. Gladys was a born actress and sustained the difficult role of Marie Latour well. The part where she defies her tyrannical father brought down the house.
I began by simply obeying Citizen Latour, for my own benefit, I make no secret of it; now I am also interested in Monsieur Barrington." The letter to Seth was written and given to Sabatier to deliver. Two more weary days of waiting passed, and then late one afternoon Raymond Latour came. Barrington welcomed him, both hands held out to him. "It was bravely done," he exclaimed.
Barrington's anger was quickly absorbed in the realization of the utter hopelessness of his position. Latour had trapped him. When he sent him the appointment to come to the Chat Rouge, he must have known what he had told him to-day; he had deliberately said nothing until after Seth's anxiety had been quieted; and his jailer, Jacques Sabatier, was a party to the deceit.
Barrington told her everything from his first meeting with Raymond Latour when a filthy crowd was yelling round a prisoner, to the moment when her letter had been handed to him by Seth. "Your letter gave me an idea, mademoiselle. To help you I must become an inmate of this house. Yesterday Seth brought me here, posing as a wealthy eccentric relative anxious to place me in safety.
Without a word he followed me and I washed his face as gently as I could and did my best to clean his shirt and waistcoat with my handkerchief. His nose was badly swollen. "Latour, women have been good to me," I said. "I've been taught to think that a man who treats them badly is the basest of all men. I can't help it. The feeling has gone into my bones.
There was in her attitude that sudden savagery which a cat shows at the prospect of being robbed of its prey. "He has not left Paris," said Latour. "Even if he had, I should find him," she said. Latour left her and returned to his own rooms. "This woman will find him, once she is let loose," he muttered. "I can almost pity Citizen Bruslart, thrice damned villain that he is. And Barrington?
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