She shrugged her shoulders. "How ingenious you are, Armand! You would
even have me believe that, having decided to deny me, you did not,
also, arrange how to proceed when I appeared."
"My dear Mrs. Spencer, I said, the other night, that you were a great
actress; permit me to repeat it."
"It is very easy to act the truth, Armand," she answered.
"And your appearance in Dornlitz is, I suppose, in the interest of
truth?" I mocked.
She looked at me very steadily, a moment.
"At any rate, you must admit it was well for truth and decency that I
did appear."
"We but waste each other's time, Mrs. Spencer," I answered curtly, and
nodded to Moore.
But she gave no heed to the Aide's proffered arm. She did not even
glance at him, but leaned back on the chair, swinging her foot and
looking as insolently tantalizing as possible. It was a very pretty
pose.
"I may be very stupid, Armand," she said, "but, I cannot understand
why, if my presence in Dornlitz is so annoying to you, you prevent me
leaving it."
I smiled. "At last," said I, "we are coming to the point."
"As though you hadn't guessed it from the first," she laughed.
"Unfortunately, I have not Mrs.
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