The conference was broken up and the parties to it were talking in the passage on their way to regain their own apartments.
I paid no heed to them; my eyes were fixed on the intruder who came so boldly and unabashed up to the Duke.

I knew him now; he was M.de Perrencourt, Madame's gentleman.
Without wavering or pausing, straight he walked.

Monmouth seemed turned to stone; I could see his face set and rigid, although light failed me to catch that look in the eyes by which you may best know a man's mood.
Not a sound or a motion came from Carford.

Barbara herself was stiff and still, her regard bent on M.de Perrencourt.

He stood now directly over against her and Monmouth; it seemed long before he spoke.