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MONSIEUR DE CHATELLERAULT IS ANGRY.
Within the room Chatellerault and I faced each other in silence.

And how vastly changed were the circumstances since our last meeting! The disorder that had stamped itself upon his countenance when first he had beheld me still prevailed.

There was a lowering, sullen look in his eyes and a certain displacement of their symmetry which was peculiar to them when troubled.
Although a cunning plotter and a scheming intriguer in his own interests, Chatellerault, as I have said before, was not by nature a quick man.

His wits worked slowly, and he needed leisure to consider a situation and his actions therein ere he was in a position to engage with it.
"Monsieur le Comte," quoth I ironically, "I make you my compliments upon your astuteness and the depth of your schemes, and my condolences upon the little accident owing to which I am here, and in consequence of which your pretty plans are likely to miscarry." He threw back his great head like a horse that feels the curb, and his smouldering eyes looked up at me balefully.