Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. She watched, puzzled, as her cavalier frowned at the newcomer, glancing from him to Melusine and back again. It was the first—and the last! At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. Crocodile Tears. So far the boy's mind was clear. No mother would have sent her daughter into the world with such a wardrobe. Do not slight my warning. Messengers were despatched to all the constables and head-boroughs to be in attendance,—to the sheriffs to have an extraordinary number of their officers in attendance,—and to the Savoy, to obtain the escort of a troop of grenadierguards. Unfortunately, I have little detail of the circumstances which surrounded the birth of the girl, and her subsequent removal to France. I don’t feel it. I found him once in my rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. And she seemed always to keep one eye on Ann Veronica’s dress.
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