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There was a murmur of approval from several members of the company,
who, having heard the arrogant tone assumed by the Marquis, were
filled with resentment against the slur cast upon them all.
"And I say further," Andre-Louis went on, "that a man who respects
himself, on quite other grounds, would have been only too glad to
have seized this pretext to show M. de La Tour d'Azyr the door."
"What do you mean by that?" There was a rumble of thunder in the
question.
Andre-Louis' eyes swept round the company assembled at the
supper-table. "Where is Climene?" he asked, sharply.
Leandre leapt up to answer him, white in the face, tense and
quivering with excitement.
"She left the theatre in the Marquis de La Tour d'Azyr's carriage
immediately after the performance. We heard him offer to drive
her to this inn."
Andre-Louis glanced at the timepiece on the overmantel. He seemed
unnaturally calm.
"That would be an hour ago - rather more. And she has not yet
arrived?"
His eyes sought M. Binet's. M. Binet's eyes eluded his glance.


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