"Except to assure you it will not be in the Epsau, it is no concern of mine where you live," I answered.
"Then, it will be the Hotel Metzen—and, of course, the bill will be sent to you."
"Oh, no, it won't," I answered.
"Surely!" she exclaimed, "you can't intend to hold me prisoner, and, then, oblige me to provide my own subsistence."
"Your subsistence, Mrs. Spencer, is not my affair," I said, "since the length of your enforced detention in Dornlitz is optional with yourself."
"You mean?"
"I mean, that when you admit I am not and never was your husband, and that the marriage certificate is false, that instant you are free to depart."
She shook her head.
"I am willing to permit you to obtain a divorce," she said, "but I may not deny the truth of the certificate."
"Very good," said I. "I trust you will enjoy your stay in Dornlitz."