"You have the same apartment?"
She pressed the clasp of a black velvet bag which rested on the edge of the box, opened it, and passed him a key.
"It is the same."
He held the key in his fingers for a moment, but he had the air of a man to whom the action had no significance.
"You have enough money?" he asked.
"I have saved a million francs," she told him. "I am waiting for my lord to speak of things that matter. The woman in the box over there—who is she?"
"An English spy," he answered calmly.
She lowered her eyes for a moment, as though to conceal the sudden soft flash.
"An English spy," she repeated. "My rival in espionage."
"You have no rival, Nita," he replied, "and she is in the opposite camp."