The Young Man Scowled Askance at Him. Curse You!

It's a very fine chateau, said monsieur charlet. But excuse me, what is it you have called about? Said germain. Monsieur Charles crossed his legs and thrust his thumbs into the armholes of his waistcoat. The young man scowled askance at him. Charles was watching the two girls. One would have said that he had eyes for nothing else. Yet without moving a muscle of his face set in its perpetual beaming smile, he hissed in an angry whisper, drop it, you idiot.