"What is the use——" she tried to break in with, but he went on.
"Most men, I believe, placed in a like position, that of a rejected suitor, implore the lady who refuses them her love to grant them her friendship. I did so. But while most men mean nothing by it, I meant a great deal. If I could not have you for myself, I was ready to serve you as a grand vizier serves his sultan, or a slave its master. You accepted my offer. It was not I you wanted, but another man; that man was Blair Leyton."
"You—you put it plainly," she murmured, biting her lip.
He looked over her head.
"Yes. Truth is natural, always," he said. "I undertook to help you to gain him, asking for no definite reward, but trusting to your generosity."
"You shall ask for what you like. I will grant it," she said, "you know that."
"Yes," he said, "I know that," but his response was uttered with a significance which she did not appreciate. "You and he were engaged, the engagement is broken off; it is my task to see that it is renewed. I am engaged in that task now. Between us, it is understood there should be no concealment. Concealments would be fatal. You ask me to tell you all concerning this visit of Blair to the Court. I intend doing so. There is not much difficulty, for I have just left Blair, who has found out his heart after his fashion."
"His heart! About what?" she demanded, taking up her tea cup.
"About a girl he met there," he said, quietly and coldly.
The fragile and priceless piece of porcelain fell crushed by her fingers.