Madame d'Auffray passed Renee, whispering on her way to take her seat at the breakfast-table.
Renee did not condescend to whisper. 'Roland will be glad,' she said aloud.
Her low eyelids challenged Beauchamp for a look of indifference. There was more for her to unbosom than Madame d'Auffray had revealed, but the comparative innocence of her po