"And this is your last word to your wife?" she asked.
"It is my last word to you, Mrs. Spencer," I said curtly. "Are you
going--or shall I?"
She swept me a bit of a courtesy, smiling the while.
"I am going, my dear Armand, I am going--but it is only _au revoir_."
I bowed stiffly, and motioned to Moore to escort her.
He swung open the door--then stopped short. Just entering the
ante-room, from the corridor, were the King, the Princess Royal, and
the American Ambassador.
Instantly, Mrs. Spencer drew back, and gave me a mocking smile.
"I've changed my mind again, dear," she said. "I'll make that trade of
motives, now."
XVIII
ANOTHER ACT IN THE PLAY
I hastened to the door, saluted the King, and greeted the Princess and
Courtney.
"I am honored over much," I said--then watched their actions, as they
saw Mrs. Spencer.
Frederick stopped short, frowned, then turned to me interrogatingly.
Courtney raised his eyebrows, bowed to Mrs. Spencer, and, then, gave me
a quizzical smile. Dehra flouted her enemy with one of those
deliberately ignoring stares; then, she smiled at me, and went over and
sat down at my desk.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Spencer stood near the table; one hand resting on it,
the other holding up her gown.
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