Across the room Marie was preparing to sing and a hush fell over the diners,—which continued until she had finished. Following came a roar of approval. It was while she was responding to an encore that Lieutenant Holzen entered.
Frank was the first to see him and gave a start. He spoke to Lord Hastings in a whisper.
“Keep your nerve, now,” was his commander’s quiet response. “If he comes over here, let me deal with him.”
Frank said nothing.
Now Marie had resumed her seat. Lieutenant Holzen, after glancing toward her, swept the room with his eyes. As he perceived Lord Hastings and his two officers, he clenched his hands and took a step forward.
For a moment Frank could see that he was plainly undecided just what to do; then the German hastily approached.
Frank gripped the table with both hands.
Before the three, Lieutenant Holzen paused. His eyes rested upon Frank.
“Last night,” he said, “when I was somewhat the worse for wear, you struck me. I demand either an apology or the satisfaction due from one gentleman to another.”
Lord Hastings answered for Frank.