The Pere Anselme was uneasy.

Very little escaped his observation, and he saw at tea that his much loved Dame d'Heronac was not herself.

She had not been herself the night before at dinner either--there was more in the coming of these two Englishmen than met the eye.

He had seen her with Michael in the morning in the summer-house from a corner of the garden, too, where he was having a heated argument with the gardener in chief, as well as when he met them on the causeway bridge.

He felt it his duty to do something to smooth matters, but what he could not decide.