He, Anatole Ferraud, knew; it was his business to know; and that she should happen upon the scene he considered as one of these rare good pieces of luck that fall to the lot of few.

There would be something more than treasure hunting here; an intricate comedy-drama, with as many well-defined sides as a diamond.

He ate his endive with pleasure and sipped the old yellow _Pol Roger_ with his eyes beaming toward the gods.

To be, after a fashion, the prompter behind the scenes; to be able to read the final line before the curtain! Butterflies and butterflies and pins and pins.
Did Laura note any of the portentous glances, those exchanged between the singer and Cathewe and Breitmann?
Perhaps.

At all events she felt a curiosity to know how long Hildegarde von Mitter had known her father's secretary.