His left hand was gloved and held his beaver and whip.
She nibbled, herself, at one of the comfits, and he followed her example.

The boy, a trifle sullen since the last words, stood on the hearth with his back to the fire, his hands clasped behind him.
"Monsieur," she said, "do you think it would enable you to comply with what I have signified to be not only our own wishes, but those of Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye herself, if she were to state them to you ?" He looked up sharply, his lips parting in a smile that revealed his strong white teeth.
"Are you proposing another of your jests, madame ?" She laughed outright.

A wonderful assurance was hers, thought Monsieur de Garnache.

"Mon Dieu! no, monsieur," she cried.

"If you will, you may see the lady herself." He took a turn in the apartment, idly, as does a man in thought.
"Very well," said he, at last.