Chapter Four“Kiss me again, mon cheri,” a voice said softly in French.
The man lying back with his hands behind his head on the silk cushions of the divan did not move.
“You are insatiable, Yvette,” he said with a hint of laughter in his voice.
“If I am insatiable, you are irresistible!” came the reply. “It’s getting late. You must go back.”
“As a matter of fact it is early and I am in no hurry to face today.”
She said ‘today’ with particular emphasis, and King Maximilian made a sound that was something like a groan.
“Is it really today?” he asked. “I had half hoped it would never come.”
“Yes, it is today,” the woman said relentlessly, “the day when my husband returns from Marseilles and your German bride arrives.”
For a moment there was silence, and then the King said almost as if
