Marie poured out a glass of wine from a bottle on the table; apparently they had been supping.

They began to converse together in low tones.

My repast arriving, I fell to.

A few moments later, I heard Marie say, in her composed indolent tones: "I'm not sure I shall go at all.

_Entre nous_, he bores me." I stole a glance at Mme.Delhasse.Consternation was writ large on her face, and suspicion besides.