He had also--with the utmost caution lest the chair creak--shifted his position so that he might command the profile of the girl.

The entrance to the summer house was fortunately on the other side, and in all likelihood they would not have occasion to look within.

It was eavesdropping of course, but he had already been convicted of that yesterday, and in any case it was not such very bad eavesdropping.

The courtyard of the Hotel du Lac was public property; he had been there first, he was there by rights as a guest of the house; if anything, they were the interlopers.

Besides, nobody talked secrets with a head waiter.