“Never mind the reception, my man, answer my question—is any one awaiting me?”
“I think so, Your Highness—”
“Don’t you know—what name did she give for me?”
“‘The one who knows,’ sir—but I wasn’t to tell you, sir, she is a woman—she was most particular as to that.”
The Archduke laughed. “Well, you didn’t; I knew it—where is she?”
“I will conduct your——”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” said Armand, dismounting and flinging his rein to his orderly; “where is the lady?”
Old Scartman knew enough to palaver no longer.
“The large room on the right, Your Highness,” he answered promptly.
“Come along, Moore,” said the Archduke, “let us have a look at her—and pray heaven it isn’t Spencer.”