"Exactly."
"And the treaty?"
"I have already told you how Germany regards such agreements. She'll kill that treaty with just as much emotion as she'd experience in assassinating a fly. It's a rotten outlook, Warner. The eleventh hour has passed."
They smoked for a while in silence, then:
"Where is your little protégée?" asked Halkett, making an effort to shake off his depression.
"Linette is making her comfortable. When Madame Arlon returns from Nancy I shall tell her to look out for the child. She's in her room, unpacking, I suppose."
"Did she even bring her boxes?" asked the Englishman, greatly amused.
"Yes, she did. And I don't know what on earth she intends to do for a living when I go back to Paris. I'm sorry for her, but she can't expect me to travel about France with her——"
He checked himself abruptly; Halkett also looked up.
The girl Philippa had entered the further end of the garden.