Upon the intruder he turned a crimson, furious face, perspiration gleaming like varnish on brow and nose.

At sight of Marius, who stood arrested, scowling villainously upon the pair, the fire died suddenly from his glance.
"Ah, my dear Marius," said he, with a flourish and an air of being mightily at his ease.

But the young man's eyes went over and beyond him to rest in a look of scrutiny upon his mother.

She had risen too, and he had been in time to see the startled manner of her rising.

In her cheeks there was a guilty flush, but her eyes boldly met and threw back her son's regard.
Marius came slowly down the room, and no word was spoken.