He rose and was going towards the door when Guerchard stepped forward, barring his way, and said, “No, your Grace.”
“No? Why?” said the Duke haughtily.
“I beg you will wait a minute or two till I’ve had a word with you,” said Guerchard; and he drew a folded sheet of paper from his pocket and held it up.
The Duke looked at Guerchard’s face, and he looked at the paper in his hand; then he said: “Oh, very well.” And, turning to Irma, he added quietly, “Tell Mademoiselle Kritchnoff that I’m in the drawing-room.”
“Yes, your Grace, in the drawing-room,” said Irma; and she turned to go.
“Yes; and say that I shall be engaged for the next five minutes—the next five minutes, do you understand?” said the Duke.
“Yes, your Grace,” said Irma; and she went out of the door.
“Ask Mademoiselle Kritchnoff to put on her hat and cloak,” said Guerchard.
“Yes, sir,” said Irma; and she went.
The Duke turned sharply on Guerchard, and said: “Now, why on earth? ... I don’t understand.”