'Of your past intentions we have an idea; but what are your present?'
'To discover her, and carry her off,' replied Goring, passionately.
'You know but too well where she is; but I don't understand why you come brawling in my hotel. Concierge, get a gendarme, and have this fellow expelled.'
'Will you meet me?' asked Goring, in a low and concentrated voice.
'Most certainly not. No man of honour is obliged to go out with a man who has been in the hands of the gendarmerie and inside a prison.'
This recalled the story of the 'papers,' and roused Goring's blood to boiling heat.
He suddenly, to the mingled amusement and dismay of the concierge and group of wondering waiters, made a brisk manual application to the nose of my Lord Cadbury, which he took between the first and second fingers of his right hand, and therewith administered such a wrench as made the 'hereditary legislator' dance with rage and pain.
'Now,' thought Goring, as he flung a card at Cadbury's feet, and strode into the broad and sunlit Place Verte, 'he must come out, or the devil is in it!'
Little did either know how completely they were all at cross purposes!