The first person who came forward to meet him was Sir Ralph Brown, and when he spied him in his everlasting hunting costume, flanked by his hounds and sober as a Scotch laird, he fancied that the portrait he had seen in Madame Delmare's chamber was walking before his eyes. A few moments later the colonel appeared, and the breakfast was served without Indiana. As he passed through the vestibule, by the door of the billiard room, and recognized the places he had previously seen under such different circumstances, Raymon was so distressed that he could hardly remember why he had come there now. "Is Madame Delmare really not coming down?" the colonel asked his factotum Lelièvre, with some asperity. "Madame slept badly," replied Lelièvre, "and Mademoiselle Noun--that devil of a name keeps coming to my tongue!--Mademoiselle Fanny, I mean, just told me that madame is lying down now." "How does it happen then that I just saw her at her window? Fanny is mistaken. Go and tell madame that breakfast is served; or stay--Sir Ralph, my dear kinsman, be pleased to go up and see for yourself if your cousin is really ill." While the unfortunate name that the servant had mentioned from habit caused Raymon's nerves a painful thrill, the colonel's expedient caused him a strange sensation of jealous anger. "In her bedroom!" he thought. "He doesn't confine himself to hanging the man's portrait there, but sends him there in person. This Englishman has privileges here which the husband himself seems to be afraid to claim." "Don't let that surprise you," said Monsieur Delmare, as if he had divined Raymon's reflections; "Monsieur Brown is the family physician; and then he's our cousin too, a fine fellow whom we love with all our hearts." Ralph remained absent ten minutes. Raymon was distraught, ill at ease. He did not eat and kept looking at the door. At last the Englishman reappeared. "Indiana is really ill," he said; "I told her to go back to bed." He took his seat tranquilly and ate with a robust appetite. The colonel did likewise. "This is evidently a pretext to avoid seeing me," thought Raymon. "These two men don't suspect it, and the husband is more displeased than worried about his wife's condition. Good! my affairs are progressing more favorably than I hoped."