He had stage-managed everything, but he did not know how the chief actor would play his part.
From time to time, when his feeling of restlessness became quite unendurable, the ex-ambassador would wander round Fort Gayole and on some pretext or other demand to see one or the other of his prisoners.
Marguerite, however, observed complete silence in his presence: she acknowledged his greeting with a slight inclination of the head, and in reply to certain perfunctory queries of his--which he put to her in order to justify his appearance--she either nodded or gave curt monosyllabic answers through partially closed lips.
"I trust that everything is arranged for your comfort, Lady Blakeney." "I thank you, sir." "You will be rejoining the 'Day-Dream' to-night.

Can I send a messenger over to the yacht for you ?" "I thank you.

No." "Sir Percy is well.

He is fast asleep, and hath not asked for your ladyship.

Shall I let him know that you are well ?" A nod of acquiescence from Marguerite and Chauvelin's string of queries was at an end.