CHAPTER XIICOUNCIL OF WAR
Ten minutes later there came a knock on the door. Worrals opened it and admitted Lucien. He was not alone. With him was a tall, aristocratic-looking young man of about twenty years of age. He was dressed in the blue workman’s overalls common to the country, and in the ordinary way would have passed for a peasant.
“Permit me to introduce my friend, Raoul, Monsieur le Marquis de Saronceau,” said Lucien. “Following our conversation downstairs, I thought it advisable to acquaint him with its nature, with the result that—as you see—he has decided to come out into the open. If you have no objection, he would like to be present at this council of war.”
“That’s fine,” agreed Worrals warmly. “I think you are wise, m’sieur,” she added, addressing Raoul. “Between us we sh
