"Just slip up to her room and search her trunks."
"There is no need to take the trouble," said Guerchard, in the same low voice, but with sufficient emphasis.
"No, of course not. There's no need to take the trouble," M. Formery repeated after him.
The door opened, and Sonia came in. She was still wearing her travelling costume, and she carried her cloak on her arm. She stood looking round her with an air of some surprise; perhaps there was even a touch of fear in it. The long journey of the night before did not seem to have dimmed at all her delicate beauty. The Duke's eyes rested on her in an inquiring, wondering, even searching gaze. She looked at him, and her own eyes fell.
"Will you come a little nearer. Mademoiselle?" said M. Formery. "There are one or two questions——"
"Will you allow me?" said Guerchard, in a tone of such deference that it left M. Formery no grounds for refusal.
M. Formery flushed and ground his teeth. "Have it your own way!" he said ungraciously.
"Mademoiselle Kritchnoff," said Guerchard, in a tone of the most good-natured courtesy, "there is a matter on which M. Formery needs
