He was at no pains to conceal the intense disappointment which he would experience, were his errand to prove fruitless.
His narrow eyes every now and then wandered towards Juliette, as if asking for her help and guidance.

She, understanding his frame of mind, responded to the look.

Shutting her mentality off from the coarse suggestion of his attitude towards her, she played her part with cunning, and without flinching.

With a glance here and there, she directed the men in their search.

Deroulede himself could scarcely refrain from looking at her; he was puzzled, and vaguely marvelled at the perfection, with which she carried through her role to the end.
Merlin found himself baffled.
He knew quite well that Citizen-Deputy Deroulede was not a man to be lightly dealt with.