CHAPTER XV
The room was large and dimly lit. Domiloff, beside himself with anger, saw only Ughtred’s tall figure in resplendent uniform, standing beneath the great carved mantelpiece. He addressed him fiercely.
“How is this?” he exclaimed. “How came you here? What is the meaning of it?”
Ughtred looked at him for a moment gravely; then turned to Reist.
“Who is this person?” he asked. “Why does he address me in this fashion?”
Reist looked from one to the other with a faint smile.
“Permit me to present to your Highness,” he said, “Monsieur, the Baron Domiloff, the representative of Russia in Theos.”
Domiloff was white with rage.
“But it is a farce, this!” he exclaimed, fiercely. “Prince Ughtred and I are not strangers. I demand an explanation, sir.”
“An explanation of what?” Ughtred asked.