No; Du Laurier's no fool, and is said to be a fine sportsman, as well as almost absurdly good-looking.

Mademoiselle Maxine has plenty of excuse for her infatuation--for I assure you it's nothing less.

She'd jump into the fire for this young man, and grill with a Joan of Arc smile on her face." This would have been pleasant hearing for Ivor, if he'd ever been really in love with Maxine; but I was obliged to admit to myself that he hadn't, for he didn't seem to care in the least.

On the contrary, he grew a little more cheerful.
"I can see that du Laurier's being in the French Foreign Office might make it rather awkward for Miss de Renzie if she--if she's been rather too helpful to us," he said.
"Exactly.

And thereby hangs a tale--a sensational and even romantic tale almost complicated enough for the plot of a novel.