"I must ask you to leave my office immediately," I went on. "If you decline, I shall leave and not return until you have gone."
She slowly drew herself up, and stepped back.
"And this is your last word to your wife?" she asked.
"It is my last word to you, Mrs. Spencer," I said curtly. "Are you going—or shall I?"
She swept me a bit of a courtesy, smiling the while.
"I am going, my dear Armand, I am going—but it is only au revoir."
I bowed stiffly, and motioned to Moore to escort her.
He swung open the door—then stopped short. Just entering the ante-room, from the corridor, were the King, the Princess Royal, and the American Ambassador.
Instantly, Mrs. Spencer drew back, and gave me a mocking smile.
"I've changed my mind again, dear," she said. "I'll make that trade of motives, now."