He carefully locked the three envelopes in the drawer of his desk.

He saw, on passing, that Lincoln was not in his studio.

He asked the footman if Madame Maitland was at home.

The reply received was that she was dressing, and that she had ordered her carriage for three o'clock.
"Good," said he, "neither of them will have the slightest suspicion; I am saved." How astonished he would have been could he, while walking leisurely toward his destination, have returned in thought to the smoking-room he had just left! He would have seen a woman glide noiselessly through the open door, with the precaution of a malefactor! He would have seen her examine, without disarranging, all the papers on the table.

She frowned on seeing Dorsenne's and the Marquis's cards.