ridge, looked down. The road, running with the irritating straightness of so many of the roads of France, was visible for a full three miles. It was empty.
"Perhaps the Duke went to the Château de Relzières to see his cousin—though I fancy that at bottom the Duke does not care very much for the Baron de Relzières. They always look as though they detested one another," said Sonia, without raising her eyes from the letter she was addressing.
"You've noticed that, have you?" said Germaine. "Now, as far as Jacques is concerned—he's—he's so indifferent. None the less, when we were at the Relzières on Thursday, I caught him quarrelling with Paul de Relzières."
"Quarrelling?" said Sonia sharply, with a sudden uneasiness in air and eyes and voice.
"Yes; quarrelling. And they said good-bye to one another in the oddest way."
"But surely they shook hands?" said Sonia.
"Not a bit of it. They bowed as if each of them had swallowed a poker."
"Why—then—then" said Sonia, starting up with a frightened air; and her voice stuck in her throat.
"Then what?" said Germaine, a little startled by her panic-stricken face.
