“And your reward,” she said, “what is that to be?”
He smiled.
“I will not pretend,” he answered, “that I have worked for the love of my country and my order alone. I also am ambitious, although my ambition is more patriotic than personal. I mean to be first Minister of France!”
“You will deserve it,” she said. “You are a very wonderful man.”
She walked out into the street, and entered the cab which she had ordered to wait for her.
“Fourteen, Grosvenor Square,” she told the man, “but call at the first telegraph office.”
He set her down in a few minutes. She entered a small post-office and stood for a moment before one of the compartments. Then she drew a form towards her, and wrote out a telegram—
“To Lord Wolfenden,
“Deringham Hall,
“Norfolk.
“I cannot send for you as I promised. Farewell—Helène.”