Maurice glanced from Madame to Fitzgerald and back to Madame; he frowned.

The Englishman, who had never before had cause to dissemble, caught up his pipe and fumbled it.

This act merely discovered his embarrassment to the keen eyes of his friend.

He had forgotten all about Maurice.

What would he say?
Maurice was something like a conscience to him, and his heart grew troubled.
"Madame," Maurice whispered to the countess, "I have lost all faith in you; you have kept me too long under the stars." "Confidences ?" said Madame, with a swift inquiring glance at the countess.
"O, no," said Maurice.