Frederick looked at him, sternly for a moment.
"It is unnecessary, sir, for me to particularize," he said. "You know
your crimes and their purpose--so do I. The Court has no present need
of plotters and will be the better for your absence. It has been over
long since you visited your titular estates, and they doubtless require
your immediate attention. You are, therefore, permitted to depart to
them forthwith--and to remain indefinitely."
Lotzen's hand rose in salute.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he answered.
The King bowed to Mrs. Spencer.
"Madame, I bid you good evening and good-bye," he said.
She curtsied low.
"I thank Your Majesty for your gracious consideration," she said.
Then she stepped quickly toward me and held out her hand.
"Will you not say farewell, Armand--as in the days, long past?" she
asked.
I knew the Princess was looking; but I was in a generous mood. I took
her hand and bowed over it.
"Captain Dalberg bids farewell to Colonel Spencer's wife," I said.
Then I followed the King.
A week has passed since the night in the Gallery. Madeline Spencer has
gone--forever from my path, I trust. His Royal Highness, the Duke of
Lotzen, has taken a long leave, and is sojourning on his mountain
estates for the benefit of his health.
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