The maid ran to the door and held it open.

Fitzgerald hurried through, but Maurice lingered a moment.

He put his hand under the porcelain chin and looked into the china-blue eyes.

Fitzgerald turned.
"What was that noise ?" he asked, as Maurice shouldered him along the hall.
"What noise ?" Madame came back to the chateau at five, and dinner was announced at eight.

The Countess Herzberg was young and pretty, the possessor of a beautiful mouth and a charming smile.