'Excellency, certainly not.'
'You can stay in the hotel, dear,' Sarrasin suggested.
'Yes, I should like that best,' she said.
'They won't expect you at home?' the Dictator asked.
'They never expect us,' Mrs. Sarrasin answered with her usual sweet gravity. 'When we are coming we let them know—if we do not we are never to be expected. My husband could not manage his affairs at all if we were to have to look out for being expected.'
'You know how to live your life, Mrs. Sarrasin,' the Dictator said, much interested.
'I have tried to learn the art,' she said modestly.
'It is a useful branch of knowledge,' Ericson answered, 'and one of the least cultivated by men or women, I think.'
They were moving along at this time. They crossed the bridge and passed by Marlborough House, and so got into Pall Mall.
'How shall we go?' the Dictator asked, glancing at the passing cabs, some flying, some crawling.