The Count paused a moment to give the situation emphasis—and Lotzen, chagrin and anger consuming him, yet smiling and unabashed, drew out a cigarette and carefully lit it.
“Do you think Her Highness would honor the Council with the facts?” Epping asked.
“I will acquaint her with your desires,” said Armand.
V
THE COMPROMISE
The Princess’ suite was across the corridor from the King’s, and in a moment the Archduke was with her.
“Your Majesty!” she cried, and curtsied.
He raised her quickly. “Not yet, sweetheart,” he said, “not yet—and, may be, never.”
She stepped back and regarded him in puzzled surprise.
“You are jesting, dear,” she said; “surely, you are jesting!”
He shook his head and went toward her.