No farther went she than the doorway of her room, where she remained standing, watching the fray as earlier she had stood and watched it from the door of the antechamber.
Suddenly she was moved by inspiration.

He had gained an advantage before, by retreating through a doorway into an inner room.

Might he not do the same again, and be in better case if he were to retreat now to her own chamber?
Impulsively she called to him.
"In here, Monsieur de Garnache.

In here." The Marquise looked across at her, and smiled in mockery.

Garnache was too well occupied, she thought, to attempt any such rashness.