“I was afraid you would have. That is one reason I wanted to see you. We must talk it out.”
“Yes, we must,” he assented.
She led the way to a seat at the end of the terrace facing the harbour, where they could talk undisturbed.
“Now,” she said, “why remorse?”
“Well,” began Selden slowly, “you know as well as I do that, while this flood of American money may be a sort of short-cut to prosperity for your little country, in the end it will be disastrous for it, since it brings the old dynasty back.”
“No,” she said, “I know nothing of the sort.”
He looked at her.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“How long do you think the old king has to live?”
“I don’t know.”