Mr.Devar nodded easily, smiled like an advertisement of dentifrice, and moved back to the centre of the room.

It naturally fell to him to offer his arm to the hostess, while Madame accompanied me to the dining-room.
Alphonse and Lucille paired off, as it seemed to me, very naturally.
As we passed down the stairs I fell into thought, and made a mental survey of all these people as they stood in respect to myself.
Alphonse had progressed, as was visible on his telltale face, from suspicion to something near hostility.

Isabella--always a puzzle--was more enigmatic than ever; for she showed herself keenly alive to my faults, and made no concealment of her distrust, though she threw open her house to me with a persistent and almost anxious hospitality.

Here was no friend.

Had I, in Isabella, an enemy?
Of Devar, all that I could conclude was that he was suspicious.