"More's the pity for the King," she replied. "And more's the shame for his selfish advisers," and she looked at Courtney, and, then, at me.
"Have I Your Majesty's permission to depart—to my hotel?" she ended.
The King nodded, without replying.
She swept him another of those wonderful curtsies; then turned to Moore, who swung back the door for her.
At the threshold she looked back and smiled at me.
"Au revoir, Armand, dear, au revoir," she said almost caressingly; "you will come back to me soon, I know."
Before I could frame an answer she was gone.