Gloria looked him fully in the face and pressed a small hand-bell that reposed on the table at her side.
"Gaspar," she said to the orderly who had entered, "bring in the dinner. You know that our friend Bernhardt has forbidden us to meet," Gloria continued, after a dish of yungfernbraten—roast pork and juniper berries—had been set before them.
"I know," said Trafford, "and he was right."
"Why?"
Trafford hesitated.
"Von Hügelweiler seems to have coupled our names in an unpleasant manner," he said at length.
Gloria flushed.
"Then you should not have come," she said.
"You gave me no option. As your husband I might have refused. As your officer I had to obey."
"You might have exercised your discretion."