ry," he said softly.

"It's nicer, that way, isn't it?" she asked.

He put his arm around her--and she let him kiss her, once. Then, she
drew away.

"Sit down and let us talk it over," she said.

The King got up suddenly.

"Come along, Armand," he said, and hurried from the Gallery.

I followed him, without a word--for none was needed. The end of
Lotzen's game was very near, indeed.

In the lower corridor, we met a servant.

"Show us to the apartments of Madame Dalberg," Frederick ordered.

A dozen steps brought us to a large double door.

"This is the entrance, Your Majesty," said the man.

The King rapped sharply. There was no prompt answer and he rapped
again.

In a moment, the door was opened by Mrs. Spencer's maid.

"Madame is not at home," she said mechanically.

Without a word Frederick brushed her aside and stepped quickly in--and
I after him.

Mrs. Spencer sat facing the door and saw us enter. It is inconceivable
that she should not have been surprised, and, yet, she betrayed
absolutely no sign of it. Indeed, one would have thought we were
expected guests. Truly, she was a very wonderful woman.

She said something, very low, to the Duke; then, came forward and
curtsied to the King.

"Your Majesty honors me overmuch," she said. And then to me--"Does
this really mean that Your Royal Highness has at last decided to
acknowledge me?"

Meanwhile, Lotzen had arisen and was standing stiffly at attention, his
eyes on the King. I thought his face was a trifle pale--and I did not
wonder.

Frederick laughed, curtly, and motioned for her to rise.

"The play is over, Mrs. Spencer," he said. "We will have no more
acting, if you please."

She straightened, instantly.

"Your Majesty is pleased to be discourteous--but it seems to be a
Dalberg characteristic," she sneered. Then she broke out angrily:
"And, as neither you nor that renegade there,"--indicating me with a
nod and a look,--"was invited here, I take it I am quite justified in
requesting you both to depart. You may be a King, but that gives you
no privilege to force your way into a woman's apartments and insult
her. You are a brave gentleman, surely, and a worthy monarch. I
suppose you brought your pet to protect you lest I offer you violence.
Well, I'll give him the chance."

Even as she said it, like a flash, she seized a heavy glass vase from
the table and hurled it straight at the King.

It was not a woman's throw. Made