He cast about him. “Whatever she does is wrong. Is it because it’s so bad that you must go?” he went on.
“It’s foolish—foolish—foolish,” said his friend, slowly and impressively.
“Foolish, che, che! He was in the house nearly an hour, this one.”
“In the house? In what house?”
“Here where you sit. I saw him go in, and when he came out it was after a long time, and she with him.”
“And where were you meanwhile?”
Again the Prince faltered. “I was on the other side of the street. When they came out I followed them. It was more than an hour ago.”
“Was it for that you came to London?”
“Ah what I came for——! To put myself in hell!”
“You had better go back to Rome,” said Madame Grandoni.