I. A. R. Wylie,
Rogues & Company — Chapter 8
“ It was the first time she had addressed him directly in the language which should have been his own and the shock gave the Count back something of his presence of mind. "Ce monsieur—" he began, and then tottered back into his own tongue, "Theodora—this gentleman—I should say this man—this—eh—person is—of course—my valet—" It had come as an inspiration. He clutched at it as a drowning man clutches at a straw and shut his eyes. Nothing happened. When he opened them again George was standing stiffly respectful, his wife was looking at him in mild wonder. ”
