"Interlaken?"
"Yes. Miss Guile expects to stop there for a fortnight after leaving Paris."
"I must remonstrate with Robin—at once," declared the old man. "He is needed in Graustark. He must be made to realise the importance of—"
"And what are you going to do if he declines to realise anything but the importance of a fortnight in the shadow of the Jungfrau?"
"God help me, I don't know, Dank." The Count's brow was moist, and he looked anything but an unconquerable soldier.
"I told him we were expected to reach home by the end of next week, and he said that a quiet fortnight in the Alps would make new men of all of us."
"Do you mean to say he expects me to dawdle—"
"More than that, sir. He also expects me to dawdle too. I shall probably shoot myself before the two weeks are over."
"I have it! I shall take Mrs. Gaston into my confidence. It is the only hope, I fear. I shall tell her that he is—"
"No hope there," said Dank mournfully.