"I am not disturbing you, I trust?" she asked slowly. "I bring Sir
Julien some letters."
He caught up the sheets which lay by his side.
"I will not even look at them until I have corrected my article," he declared.
Madame Christophor settled herself composedly in an easy-chair.
"Lady Anne shall read it aloud," she proposed calmly, "and I will assist in the corrections. For the French edition I may be able to suggest. The papers today are most amusing," she continued. "The German press is almost unreadable. No wonder that there is a price upon your head, my friend!"
Julien moved restlessly in his place.
"I have had the most extraordinary luck," he remarked. "No other man, naturally, knew so much of Anglo-German and Anglo-French relations. And instead of being at home in Downing Street, and muzzled, I happened to be here on the spot, to run up against Falkenberg, discover his little schemes, and with my own special knowledge to see through them at once. No one else ever had such an opportunity."
Madame Christophor smiled enigmatically. She was looking thoughtfully across at her guest.
"It is not every opportunity in life," she murmured, "which a man knows how to embrace!"