"What is the good? You can't help me. Don't you see that it is all arranged?"
"I'll undertake to disarrange it at a moment's notice," said Somerset.
"Hush!" she whispered, glancing round; "somebody will hear. Everything is gossiped about in this place."
"Well, will you meet me?" the young man persisted.
"If I can," she sighed. "If they are both playing baccarat I may slip out for a little."
"As at Spa."
She smiled and a slight flush came into her cheek.
"Yes, as at Spa. Wait for me on the plage at the bottom of the Casino steps. Now I must go to my mother. She would not like to see me talking to you."
"The Princess hates me like poison. Do you know why?"
"No, and you are not going to tell me," she said demurely. "Au revoir."