CHAPTER V

THE citizen-representative, newly risen, scrupulously shaved, his hair dressed as carefully as an aristocrat’s, stalked into the main room between the bedrooms, calling briskly for chocolate. Whilst he waited he sauntered to the window, and stood there considering the greyness and drizzle of that melancholy March morning. Presently, however, the general stillness about him smote his attention as a sudden sound might have done at another time. He cocked his head, listened for some movement from Mademoiselle de Monts…