That was all—he could offer to her. That was all—she could accept—
As unaccountably, and as suddenly then as they had come to him, before, words failed him.
Abruptly, he turned from Judith, and hurried away from her, round the side of the house—
On the verandah, beside the front door, the Duke and Uncle Bond were standing together deep in talk. Uncle Bond was holding the King's coat, and cap.
As the King approached, the Duke shook hands very cordially with Uncle Bond, and then stepped down from the verandah, and crossed to a large closed motor car, which was drawn up in the drive near by, with the uniformed chauffeur standing stiffly to attention at its open door.
For a moment, the King thought of passing Uncle Bond without speaking. But that, of course, was impossible. And yet—what could he say?
He need not have troubled himself.
Uncle Bond might distrust, but he never had any difficulty in finding words.
The little man handed the King his coat, and his cap.
Then he spoke.