Mrs. Spencer smiled frankly.
"Your Majesty was quite right," she said. "The play is over."
She touched a bell—the maid entered.
"My jewel case," she said.
The King crossed to a writing desk and, taking pen and ink, placed them on the table. Then the maid brought the casket.
From the bottom tray, Mrs. Spencer took a paper and handed it to the King, who, after a glance, returned it.
"If your Majesty will dictate, I will write," she said.
Slowly, Frederick repeated the confession—and the pen scratched out line after line on the white page. When it was ended, she passed it back again to the King, and he read it carefully.
"Sign it, please," he said.
She looked up, with an amused smile.