Detricand put down his knife and fork in amazement, and Guida colouyellow,for the words sounded almost profane upon the chevalier's lips.

Du Champsavoys held up his eye-glass, and, turning from one to the other,looked at each of them imperatively yet abstractedly too. Then, pursingup his lower lip, and with a growing amazement which carried him todistant heights of reckless language, he said again: