She laughed happily. “Then we shall lunch à deux after all! Delightful! I have my wish!”
There was a sudden glow in Dominey's face, a glow which was instantly suppressed.
“Shall I ever have mine?” he asked, with a queer little break in his voice.
CHAPTER XXV
Terniloff and Dominey, one morning about six months later, lounged underneath a great elm tree at Ranelagh, having iced drinks after a round of golf. Several millions of perspiring Englishmen were at the same moment studying with dazed wonder the headlines in the midday papers.
“I suppose,” the Ambassador remarked, as he leaned back in his chair with an air of lazy content, “that I am being accused of fiddling while Rome burns.”
“Every one has certainly not your confidence in the situation,” Dominey rejoined calmly.
“There is no one else who knows quite so much,” Terniloff reminded him.
Dominey sipped his drink for a moment or two in silence.