"Well, what did he say?"
"He was very quiet."
"Didn't he say a word?"
Her hand trembled as she took up her glass of champagne.
"He just looked at me while it was dark. And he said a few conventional things. He was like his pictures, only he looks very bored and tired. He didn't even ask my name."
"Is he leaving New York to-night?"
"In half an hour. He and his aides have a car outside, and they expect to be over the border before dawn."
"Did you find him—fascinating?"
She hesitated and then slowly nodded her head.
"That's what everybody says," admitted John glumly. "Do they expect you back there?"