"For the present be it, then," he said.
"And, look you, sir," Moore went on; "I do not know you, but, if you will take my poor advice, you will let it be for the future, too." He offered his arm to his companion. "Mademoiselle, shall we continue the stroll?"
"What a queer speech," said my Masque, "one might almost fancy they were of royal rank."
"The King, possibly," I suggested.
"Nonsense, monsieur; you know perfectly well His Majesty is not in Dornlitz."
"The Duke of Lotzen and the American Archduke, then."
She laughed. "Very likely; very likely, indeed!"
"Mademoiselle is pleased to ridicule."
"And monsieur is pleased to affect ignorance."
"Of what?" I asked.