He was now the picture of respectful attention.
"It is possible," said the Comte, "that in the course of the next few days various strangers may come to the house. They will endeavour to scrape acquantance with you and with Marie. They will probably ask you various questions concerning me."
"Yes, Monsieur le Comte."
"Perhaps this has already happened?"
"No, Monsieur le Comte."
"There have been no strangers about the place? You are certain?"
"There has been no one, Monsieur le Comte."
"That is well," said the Comte drily; "nevertheless they will come—I am sure of it. They will ask questions."
Hippolyte looked at his master in intelligent anticipation.
The Comte spoke slowly, without looking at Hippolyte.
"As you know, I arrived here last Tuesday morning. If the police or any other inquirer should question you, do not forget that fact. I arrived on Tuesday, the 14th—not Wednesday, the 15th. You understand?"
"Perfectly, Monsieur le Comte."
"In an affair where a lady is concerned, it is always necessary to be discreet. I feel certain, Hippolyte, that you can be discreet."
"I can be discreet, Monsieur."
"And Marie?"
"Marie also. I will answer for her."
"That is well then," murmured the Comte.
When Hippolyte had withdrawn, the Comte sipped
