'Does Mr. Hamilton see much of her?' Helena had now grown saucy again, and looked the Dictator full in the face, with the look of one who means to say: 'You and I know something of what happened before that.'
Ericson smiled, a grave smile.
'He has to see her now and again,' he said.
'Has to see her? Perhaps he likes to see her.'
'I am sure I hope he does. He must be rather lonely.'
'Are men ever lonely?'
'Very lonely sometimes.'
'But not as women are lonely. Men can always find companionship. Do look at Mr. Hamilton—how happy he seems!'
'Hamilton's love for you was deep and sincere,' the Dictator said, with an almost frowning earnestness.
'And now behold,' she replied, with sparkling and defiant eyes. 'See! Look there!'