"We will see the house some other day." The young man put down his candlestick with mock solemnity, and, shaking his head, "Ah, you have defeated a great scheme, sir!" he said.
"A scheme?
I don't understand," said Newman.
"You would have played your part in it all the better.

Perhaps some day I shall have a chance to explain it." "Be quiet, and ring for the tea," said Madame de Cintre.
The young man obeyed, and presently a servant brought in the tea, placed the tray on a small table, and departed.

Madame de Cintre, from her place, busied herself with making it.

She had but just begun when the door was thrown open and a lady rushed in, making a loud rustling sound.
She stared at Newman, gave a little nod and a "Monsieur!" and then quickly approached Madame de Cintre and presented her forehead to be kissed.

Madame de Cintre saluted her, and continued to make tea.