"And I hope monsieur will pardon me if I tell him his manners are
atrocious," he went on.
Again, no answer.
"Though, of course, no one could ever expect monsieur to understand
why," he continued.
Of a sudden, it dawned on my slow brain that Lotzen did not know
whether it was Moore or I that confronted him, and he wanted to hear my
voice. I saw no utility in obliging him; so, I stood impassive,
staring calmly at them.
Lotzen turned to his companion.
"Speak to him, mademoiselle," he said; "perchance the dulcet tones of
Beauty may move the Beast to speech."