"It seems to me, madame, there has been enough of this nonsense," I
said. "There is no gallery here to play to, as you had in the Hanging
Garden."
She studied my face a moment--drawing her tiny lace handkerchief
nervously from hand to hand.
"I must ask you to leave my office immediately," I went on. "If you
decline, I shall leave and not return until you have gone."
She slowly drew herself up, and stepped back.
"And this is your last word to your wife?" she asked.
"It is my last word to you, Mrs. Spencer," I said curtly. "Are you
going--or shall I?"
She swept me a bit of a courtesy, smiling the while.
"I am going, my dear Armand, I am going--but it is only _au revoir_."