Or--' He stopped abruptly, his eyes resting on me.

The relative positions of Bruhl and myself as the agents of Rosny and Turenne occurred to him for the first time, I think, and suggested the idea, perhaps, that I had laid a trap for him, and that he had fallen into it.

At any rate his face grew darker and darker, and at last, 'A nice kettle of fish this is you have prepared for us, sir!' he muttered, gazing at me gloomily.
The sudden change in his humour took even courtiers by surprise.

Faces a moment before broad with smiles grew long again.

The less important personages looked uncomfortably at one another, and with one accord frowned on me.