I detected suspicion dawning in his eyes. He was a great man; I did not know what hindrances he might not be able to put in the way of my disappearance. And what would happen if he made his inquiries? Inquiries might mean searching, and I carried a passport in the name of Gilbert Aycon. Such share had prudence; the rest must be put down to the sudden impulse of amusement which seized me. It was but for a day or two! Then I could steal away. Meanwhile what would not the face of the duchess say, when I rode up on the front seat! "I--I was afraid I should not give satisfaction," I muttered. "You probably won't," said he. "I take you from necessity, not choice, my friend. Up with you!" And I got up beside the driver--not, luckily, the one who had brought Gustave de Berensac and myself the day before--and the carriage resumed its slow climb up the hill. We stopped at the door. I jumped down and assisted my new master. The door was shut. Nobody was to be seen; evidently we were not expected. The duke smiled sardonically, opened the door and walked in, I just behind. Suzanne was sweeping the floor. With one glance at the duke and myself, she sprang back, with a cry of most genuine surprise. "Oh, you're mighty surprised, aren't you?" sneered the duke. "Old Jean didn't scuttle away to tell you then? You keep a good watch, young woman. Your mistress' orders, eh?" Still Suzanne stared--and at me. The duke chuckled. "Yes, he's back again," said he, "so you must make the best of it, my girl. Where's the duchess?" "In--in--in her sitting-room, M. le Duc." "'In--in--in,'" he echoed mockingly. Then he stepped swiftly across the hall and flung the door suddenly open. I believe he thought that he really had surprised Jean's slow aged scamper ahead of him. "Silence for your life!" I had time to whisper to Suzanne; and then I followed him. There might be more "fun" to come. The duchess was sitting with a book in her hand. I was half-hidden by the duke, and she did not see me. She looked up, smiled, yawned, and held out her hand. "I hardly expected you, Armand," said she. "I thought you were in Algeria." Anybody would have been annoyed; there is no doubt that the Duke of Saint-Maclou was very much annoyed. "You don't seem overjoyed at the surprise," said he gruffly. "You are always surprising me," she answered, lifting her eyebrows. Suddenly he turned round, saying "Sampson!" and then turned to her, adding: "Here's another old friend for you." And he seized me by the shoulder and pulled me into the room. The duchess sprang to her feet, crying out in startled tones, "Back?" I kept my eyes glued to the floor, wondering what would happen next, thinking that it would be, likely enough, a personal conflict with my master. "Yes, back," said he. "I am sorry, madame, if it is not your pleasure, for it chances to be mine."