Meanwhile the door opened, and Mme.

de Lorcy appeared.
"What are you doing here, Camille ?" she exclaimed.
"You see, madame," he answered, "I am waiting until this great comedian has finished playing his piece." He was not aware that Mlle.

Moriaz also had just entered the _salon_.
She cast him an angry, indignant, threatening glance, in which he read his condemnation.

He tried to find some word of excuse or explanation to disarm her anger, but his voice failed him.

He bowed low, took his hat, and went away.
Mme.