Monsieur le Duc touched me on the shoulder.
"Here," he exclaimed in my ear, "let's get out of this!"
CHAPTER XXVII
INTERNATIONAL POLITICS
Mr. Van Reinberg led the way silently into the smoking-room, and ordered
Scotch whisky. "Mr. Courage," he said from the depths of his easy-chair,
"I've got to ask you a question. What do you think of us?"
I laughed outright.
"I think," I answered, "that you are a very good husband."
He lit a cigar and pushed the box towards me.
"I'm glad you put it like that," he said earnestly. "And yet I guess we're to blame. We've let our wives slip away from us. Only natural, I suppose. We have our battlefields and they must have theirs. We rule the money markets, and they aspire to rule in society. I don't know how to blame my wife, Mr. Courage, but I hope you'll believe me when I tell you this: I'd sooner chuck ten or twenty millions into the Atlantic than be mixed up with this affair."
"I believe you, Mr. Van Reinberg," I answered.