With his face excited and eager, he was preparing his question, when, through the door which led to Madame Desvarennes's office, a confused murmur of voices was heard.

At the same time the door was half opened, held by a woman's hand, square, with short fingers, a firm-willed and energetic hand.

At the same time, the last words exchanged between Madame Desvarennes and the Financial Secretary of the War Office were distinctly audible.

Madame Desvarennes was speaking, and her voice sounded clear and plain; a little raised and vibrating.

There seemed a shade of anger in its tone.
"My dear sir, you will tell the Minister that does not suit me.