“Even Fate can be hampered in its movements, princess,” answered Cartoner.
“By what?”
“By action. I have written for my recall.”
He was looking towards the pavilion. It seemed that it was he, and not his companion, who was now anxious for Martin to return. Wanda was still looking across the course towards the sinking sun.
“You have asked to be recalled from Warsaw?” she said.
“Yes.”
“Then,” she said, after a pause, “it would have been better for you if we had not met at Lady Orlay's, in London. Monsieur Deulin once said that you had never had a check in your career. This is the first check. And it has come through—knowing us.”
Cartoner made no answer, but stood watching the door of the pavilion with patient, thoughtful eyes.
“You cannot deny it,” she said.
And he did not deny it.