Scott nodded curtly.
“It is finished, then—her affair with the prince?”
“Yes.”
“That’s fine!” said Scott, and nodded again. “What are you going to do, now you have finished your Balkan stuff?” he asked, after a moment.
“I don’t know. I was thinking about it this morning. The fact is, Scott, I have lost my edge. I’m beginning to go downhill.”
“Nonsense!” Scott protested. “Downhill! You make me tired!” But there was a certain anxiety in his eyes as he looked at Selden.
“It is true, though. You know what I have been working for and how I have failed. The League is dead so far as America is concerned.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Anyway, my people have intimated that I might as well quit writing about it—nobody wants to read that sort of stuff any more, it seems.”
Scott puffed his cigar reflectively for a moment.