So George, Bettina, Frances, and I went to a window at the far end of the room to hold a consultation.
"Since I did not recognize you, perhaps Lilly will not," I suggested.

"I trust the Doctor, but perhaps we had better leave him under the impression that you are Monsieur l'Abbe du Boise and give no intimation of the truth." "I had not hoped that my disguise would deceive you, Baron Ned," said George, "but since it has, it is just as well that we leave Lilly in the dark if we can." "But he will know.

The stars will tell him," suggested Bettina, opening her eyes very wide.
"The stars will tell him what he is paid to hear," I remarked.

Then turning to Frances, I asked, "How is it that you were able to recognize him ?" "By his eyes!" exclaimed Frances and Bettina in concert.
"That gives me a valuable hint," said George, hastily adjusting his colored spectacles.

"Now, how about it ?" "I still should know you," answered Frances.
"Not I!" exclaimed Bettina.
Presently Lilly came in, and I presented him to Monsieur l'Abbe du Boise and explained the presence of Frances and Bettina by saying:-- "A friend of ours in France has asked Mistress Jennings to render what aid she can to Monsieur l'Abbe, and she is here at my request to receive his commands." "It is good!" exclaimed Lilly.