But, when the bewildered Marquis asked her if she had invited him there, and if he was there by her permission, she had indignantly repudiated the suggestion as an insult, which left him more puzzled than before.
The idea that Marteau had come there to hide the Eagle had never entered the Marquis' mind for all his acuteness.

He had asked the girl whether Marteau had brought anything into the room or taken anything from it, and she had answered truthfully that when she saw him he had been exactly as when they saw him.

The testimony of the Marquis and the two Englishmen rendered it unnecessary for the Countess to be present at the court-martial.

There was nothing material she could add, and, indeed, it was not for attempted theft, or assault, that Marteau had been condemned--the Marquis had suppressed that as much as possible--but for his conduct with the Eagle.
It was the fifth of March, a warm and sunny day in the south of France, even amid the mountains and hills of ancient Dauphine.

Great things were toward, although the Marquis did not yet know it.