Then, of a sudden, the little colour faded from her cheeks again, and she seemed stricken with a silence.

Garnache's eyes, directed in a sidelong glance to the Marquise's face, surprised there a frown that had prompted that sudden change.
He half-turned, his manner changing suddenly to a freezing civility.
"Madame la Marquise," said he, "I beg with all deference to suggest that I am not allowed the interview you promised me with Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye." The ominous coldness with which he had begun to speak had had a disturbing effect upon the Dowager; the words he uttered, when she had weighed them, brought an immense relief.

It seemed, then, that he but needed convincing that this was Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye.

This argued that for the rest he was satisfied.
"There, monsieur, you are at fault," she cried, and she was smiling into his grave eyes.

"Because once I put that jest upon you, you imagine--" "No, no," he broke in.