M. de La Tour d'Azyr never heeded him or his stare; nor, had he done
so, would he have known who it was that looked at him from behind
the make-up of Scaramouche; nor, again, had he known, would he have
been in the least troubled or concerned.
Andre-Louis sat down apart, his mind in turmoil. Presently he found
a mincing young gentleman addressing him, and made shift to answer
as was expected. Climene having been thus sequestered, and Columbine
being already thickly besieged by gallants, the lesser visitors had
to content themselves with Madame and the male members of the troupe.
M. Binet, indeed, was the centre of a gay cluster that shook with
laughter at his sallies. He seemed of a sudden to have emerged from
the gloom of the last two days into high good-humour, and Scaramouche
observed how persistently his eyes kept flickering upon his daughter
and her splendid courtier.
That night there, were high words between Andre-Louis and Climene,
the high words proceeding from Climene. When Andre-Louis again,
and more insistently, enjoined prudence upon his betrothed, and
begged her to beware how far she encouraged the advances of such
a man as M.
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