His quick eye glanced round the room and fell on the pocket-book on the table.

He snatched it up, and slipped it into the breast of his tunic.

He had scarcely done it--one button of his tunic was still to fasten--when the bedroom door opened, and Lupin came out: "What do you want ?" he said sharply; and his keen eyes scanned the porter with a disquieting penetration.
"I've brought a letter to the Duke of Charmerace, to be given into his own hands," said Bonavent, in a disguised voice.
"Give it to me," said Lupin, holding out his hand.
"But the Duke ?" said Bonavent, hesitating.
"I am the Duke," said Lupin.
Bonavent gave him the letter, and turned to go.
"Don't go," said Lupin quietly.

"Wait, there may be an answer." There was a faint glitter in his eyes; but Bonavent missed it.
Charolais came into the room, and said, in a grumbling tone, "A run-away knock.

I wish I could catch the brats; I'd warm them.