"Our grudge is not individual, it is against France, and we'll pay it soon with good interest, monsieur." "The individual grudge will not be lost sight of in the general, I hope ?" rejoined Detricand with cool suggestion, his clear, persistent grey eye looking straight into Philip's.
"I shall do you that honour," said Philip with mistaken disdain.
Detricand bowed low.

"You will always find me in the suite of the Prince of Vaufontaine, monsieur, and ready to be so distinguished by you." Turning to Guida, he added: "Mademoiselle will perhaps do me the honour to notice me again one day ?" then, with a mocking nod to Philip, he left the house.
Guida and Philip stood looking after him in silence for a minute.
Suddenly Guida said to herself: "My handkerchief--why did he take my handkerchief?
He put it in his pocket again." Philip turned on her impatiently.
"What was that adventurer saying to you, Guida?
In the suite of the Prince of Vaufontaine, my faith! What did he come here for ?" Guida looked at him in surprise.

She scarcely grasped the significance of the question.

Before she had time to consider, he pressed it again, and without hesitation she told him all that had happened--it was so very little, of course--between Detricand and herself.

She omitted nothing save that Detricand had carried off the handkerchief, and she could not have told, if she had been asked, why she did not speak of it.
Philip raged inwardly.