Trafford followed obediently.
"It's so like you to meet me in a place of this kind," he said.
"We must meet somewhere," she returned, and there was a half-mischievous glint in the eyes that looked back into his eyes as she added:—"after what happened yesterday. It's no good meeting at the Neptunburg—a palace has all the luxuries of an ideal home, except privacy. This is one of the places where I was known in my days of exile, and they will serve us chocolate and éclairs in a private room."
"Do you know I dreamed of you last night," began Trafford, as soon as they were alone in a cosy little room at the back.
"Naturally," she laughed.
"And in my dream you were very kind."
"Again, naturally."
"I mean," said Trafford tentatively, "you loved me 'more than the others.'"
"You are most diverting," she said, smiling.
Trafford winced.