Draconmeyer assented.
"All Monte Carlo will be talking about it to-morrow," he declared. "The Grand Duke has been doing all he can to get it hushed up, but it is useless. I will not detain you any longer. I see that you are about to have tea."
"We shall meet, perhaps, in London?" Hunterleys remarked, as Draconmeyer prepared to depart.
Draconmeyer shook his head.
"I think not," he replied. "The doctors have advised me that the climate of England is bad for my wife's health, and I feel that my own work there is finished. I have received an offer to go out to South America for a time. Very likely I shall accept."
He passed on with a final bow. Violet looked across their table and her eyes shone.
"It seems like a fairy tale, Henry," she whispered. "You don't know what a load on my mind that money has been, and how I was growing to detest Mr. Draconmeyer."
He smiled.
"I was rather hating the beast myself," he admitted. "Tell me, what are your plans, really?"
"I hadn't made any," she confessed, "except to get away as quickly as I could."