de Plougastel, and, oddly reticent for one who could be
very glib, he bowed in silence.
"But sit, monsieur, I beg. You are fatigued."
"You are gracious to observe it. With your permission, then." And
he resumed his seat. She continued on her way to the door and
passed out upon her errand.
When presently she returned they had almost unaccountably changed
places. It was Mme. de Plougastel who was seated in that armchair
of brocade and gilt, and M. de La Tour d'Azyr who, despite his
lassitude, was leaning over the back of it talking earnestly,
seeming by his attitude to plead with her. On Aline's entrance he
broke off instantly and moved away, so that she was left with a
sense of having intruded. Further she observed that the Countess
was in tears.
Following her came presently the diligent Jacques, bearing a tray
laden with food and wine. Madame poured for her guest, and he
drank a long draught of the Burgundy, then begged, holding forth
his grimy hands, that he might mend his appearance before sitting
down to eat.
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