“And now, Mr. Jason, your device being accomplished, I suppose I may bid you good-night?”
“I regret, madame, that I must press the prince’s request on your notice.”
She sighed her usual impatient, petulant little sigh.
“Oh, you are tiresome! Pray go!”
“I cannot go without you, madame.”
“I am not going—and my establishment does not admit of my entertaining gentlemen,” she said, with smiling effrontery.
“Your Royal Highness refuses to allow me to attend you to Glottenberg?”
“I order you to leave this room.”
“Finally refuses?”