"Certainly, if you desire it. But, madam," continued the demagogue, "the people are grateful to you for the service you have done them."
"You had better ascertain first, Mr. President, that my information is authentic," she said, rising and drawing about her comely shoulders the folds of her cloak, as though to silence the conflicting forces of love and vengeance working in her soul.
The great man opened the door for her himself. She bent him a stately, solemn courtesy, and covering her face passed slowly down the stairs.
A telegraph company had an office in the basement of the palace. Here she wrote a message to Jarley Jawkins, which was worded:
"Must postpone journey three weeks. Leave me alone
until then. C."
When she had dispatched this she bade the driver stop at Fenton's, where she picked up her husband and took him to Greenwich for a quiet fish dinner. Oswald asked her, in the course of the meal, what business she had at Buckingham Palace.
"I was trying to have you reappointed to your old place in the Stamp and Sealing-wax Office, and I expect to succeed," was her reply.