The journalist's reflections were interrupted by the entrance of an exceedingly elegant young lady.
Fandor rose and saluted this charming apparition.
IV
A CORDIAL RECEPTION
The journalist had naturally expected to see Monsieur de Naarboveck enter the room: in his stead came this pretty girl.
"Be seated, I beg, Monsieur," she entreated.
"She is his daughter," thought Fandor. "I am given the go-by: the diplomatist is not going to see me! I am sorry for that, but, on the other hand, here is this delicious creature."
"You asked to see Monsieur de Naarboveck, did you not? It is for an interview, no doubt. Monsieur de Naarboveck makes it a point of honour never to get himself written about in the newspapers, therefore you must not be surprised."...