The conversation thus intermingled and confused, horrified and irritated this _blase_ by its gravity and selfishness. He summed up an entire character in a single phrase and shook his head as he very shrewdly remarked: "Suppose _Universal Suffrage_ were listening?" Lissac did not take any part in these conversations. It was his delight to observe. He drew amusement from all these wearisome commonplaces, according to his custom as a curious spectator. He was about, however, to rise and approach Vaudrey, who was instinctively coming toward him, when the Prefect of Police, Monsieur Jouvenet, without noticing it, placed himself between the minister and his friend. Jouvenet spoke in a low tone to Vaudrey, smiling at the same time very peculiarly and passing his fingers through his whiskers. Whatever discretion the prefect employed, Guy was near enough to him to hear the name of Marianne Kayser, which surprised him. Marianne! what question of Marianne could there be between these two men? Lissac observed that Vaudrey suddenly became very pale. He drew still nearer, pretending to finish a cup of coffee while standing. Then he heard these words very distinctly: "A reporter saw you leave her house the other evening!" Guy moved away very quickly. He felt a sort of sudden bewilderment, as if the few words spoken by the Prefect of Police were the natural result of his conversation with Adrienne, an immediate response thereto. "It would be astonishing if Marianne--" thought Lissac. Besides, he would know soon. He would merely question Vaudrey. As soon as Jouvenet, always polite, grave and impassive, had left "Monsieur le Ministre" in a state of visible nervousness, almost of anxiety, he entered upon his plan. "You know Mademoiselle Kayser intimately then?" he asked Vaudrey, who, taken aback, looked at him for a moment without replying and endeavored to grasp Lissac's purpose. "Am I imprudent?" further asked Guy. "No, but who has told you--?" "Nothing, your Prefect of Police only spoke a little too loud. He seemed to me to understand." Vaudrey's hand rapidly seized Lissac's wrist. "Hush! be silent!" "Very well! Good!" said Lissac to himself. "Poor little Adrienne." "I will tell you all about that later. Oh! nothing is more simple! It isn't what you think!" "I am sure of that!" answered Lissac, with a smile. In a mechanical way, and as if to evade his friend, Sulpice left the smoking-room for the salon, tritely observing: "We must rejoin the ladies--the cigar kills conversation--" He felt uncomfortable. It was the first time that Jouvenet had informed him that there are agents for learning the movements of ministers. The Prefect of Police, in a chance conversation at the Opera with the editor-in-chief of a very Parisian journal, had suppressed a rumor which stated that a minister hailing from Grenoble set propriety at defiance in his visits to Rue Prony. It would have been as well to print Vaudrey's name.