"Lady Jane! I fancied she did not like him. I mean that she positively _dis_liked him; and to say truth, I never saw, on his part, the slightest disposition to make himself agreeable." "I do not judge by words or conduct--in presence of others those are easily controlled; it is when the eyes meet--you can't mistake. Bah! I knew the first evening we arrived. Now see, you must have your eyes about you, Guy. It is _your_ business, not mine. Very important to you, mon petit garçon; of no sort of imaginable consequence to me, except as your friend; therefore you shall watch and report to me. You understand?" Guy flushed with a glow of shame and anger, and looked up with gleaming eyes, expecting to meet the deep-set observation of the old man. Had their eyes encountered, perhaps a quarrel would have resulted, and the fates and furies would have had the consequences in their hands; but M. Varbarriere was at the moment reading his attorney's letter again. Guy looked out of the window, and thought resolutely. "One duplicity I have committed. It is base enough to walk among these people masked, but to be a spy--_never_." And he clenched his hand and pressed his foot upon the floor. It was dreadful to know that these moral impossibilities were expected of him. It was terrible to feel that a rupture with his best, perhaps his only friend, was drawing slowly but surely on; but he was quite resolved. Nothing on earth could tempt him to the degradation of which his kinsman seemed to think so lightly. Happily, perhaps, for the immediate continuance of their amicable relations, the thoughts of M. Varbarriere had taken a new turn, or rather reverted to the channel from which they had only for a few minutes diverged. "You were walking with that old woman, Lady Alice Redcliffe. She seemed to talk a great deal. How did she interest you all that time?" "To say truth, she did _not_ interest me all that time. She talked vaguely about family afflictions, and the death of her son; and she looked at me at first as if I were a brigand, and said I was very like some one whom she had lost." "Then she's a friendly sort of old woman, at least on certain topics, and garrulous? Who's there? Oh! Jacques; very good, you need not stay." The old gentleman was by this time making his toilet. "Did she happen to mention a person named Gwynn, a housekeeper in her service?" "No." "I'm glad she is an affable old lady; we shall be sure to hear something useful," said the old gentleman, with an odd smile. "That housekeeper I must see and sift. They tell me she's impracticable; _they_ found her so. I shall see. While you live, Guy, do your own business; no one else will do it, be sure. I did mine, and I've got on."