"You should ride in a mask as I do." "I have not one with me," she muttered, her eyes on the water.
"And I but an old one.

But at Angers--" The Countess heard no more; on that word she caught La Tribe's eye.

He was beckoning to her behind Carlat's back, pointing imperiously to the water, making signs to her to drop the packet over the side.

When she did not obey--she felt sick and faint--she saw through a mist his brow grow dark.

He menaced her secretly.