"Then I renew my offer," said von Klausen.
"But, Captain," protested Jim, apparently blind to everything but his wife's prejudice, "we couldn't think of imposing on you."
"An imposition—Mr. Stainton! How an imposition? A privilege, I assure you, sir."
"But your duties at the Embassy?"
"One can sacrifice much for one's friends, Mr. Stainton; as it fortunately happens, I shall be all at liberty to-morrow morning. The spring is come upon us early. It will, I am sure, be delightful weather. If Mrs. Stainton will permit me the pleasure of driving her through the Bois——"
"Thank you," said Muriel. "You are very kind. I'll go."
Stainton looked perplexedly at his wife.
He did not, however, again broach the matter until they were safely in their own rooms at the hotel and were ready for bed.
"I hope you'll forgive me," he at last said.
"For what?"