"Certainly not," the Ambassador interrupted. "I am not speaking to you as one of ourselves. I am speaking as the representative of England in Berlin. You are supposed to be studying diplomacy. You have been guilty of a colossal blunder. You have shown yourself absolutely ignorant of the ideals and customs of the country in which you are. It is perfectly correct for young Prince Karl to behave, as you put it, like a bounder. The people expect it of him. He conforms entirely to the standard accepted by the military aristocracy of Berlin. It is you who have been in the wrong--diplomatically." "Then you mean, sir," Norgate protested, "that I should have taken it sitting down?" "Most assuredly you should," the Ambassador replied, "unless you were willing to pay the price. Your only fault--your personal fault, I mean--that I can see is that it was a little indiscreet of you to dine alone with a young woman for whom the Prince is known to have a foolish passion. Diplomatically, however, you have committed every fault possible, I am very sorry, but I think that you had better report in Downing Street as soon as possible. The train leaves, I think, at three o'clock." Norgate for a moment was unable to speak or move. He was struggling with a sort of blind fury. "This is the end of me, then," he muttered at last. "I am to be disgraced because I have come to a city of boors." "You are reprimanded and in a sense, no doubt, punished," the Ambassador explained calmly, "because you have come to--shall I accept your term?--a city of boors and fail to adapt yourself. The true diplomatist adapts himself wherever he may be. My personal sympathies remain with you. I will do what I can in my report." Norgate had recovered himself. "I thank you very much, sir," he said. "I shall catch the three o'clock train." The Ambassador held out his hand. The interview had finished. He permitted himself to speak differently. "I am very sorry indeed, Norgate, that this has happened," he declared. "We all have our trials to bear in this city, and you have run up against one of them rather before your time. I wish you good luck, whatever may happen." Norgate clasped his Chief's hand and left the apartment. Then he made his way to his rooms, gave his orders and sent a messenger to secure his seat in the train. Last of all he went to the telephone. He rang up the number which had become already familiar to him, almost with reluctance. He waited for the reply without any pleasurable anticipations. He was filled with a burning sense of resentment, a feeling which extended even to the innocent cause of it. Soon he heard her voice. "That is Mr. Norgate, is it not?" "Yes," he replied. "I rang up to wish you good-by." "Good-by! But you are going away, then?" "I am sent away--dismissed!" He heard her little exclamation of grief. Its complete genuineness broke down a little the wall of his anger.