Desmond Ellerey met her and found her in a gracious mood.
"Have I quite pardoned you for mistaking me for another woman that night in the Altstrasse?" she said gayly.
"I hope so; indeed, I thought so."
"I am sorry. I ought to have reserved some of my displeasure."
"Why?"
"So that I might demand a favor."
"You have but to demand, Countess."
"Then stay with me and keep me near Lord Cloverton," she said.
"What! Has he incurred your displeasure, too?"
"Must I give reasons for my demand?"