"Dudley," she said in a calmer tone, speaking very earnestly, "remember that women never change their natures, only their faces. So long have we been associated, and such intimate friends have we been, that I have grown to regard you as my own personal property. _C'est assez_." "I quite understand," answered the man in whom Her Majesty's Prime Minister possessed such complete confidence. "You should, for your own sake, Claudia, regard this matter in a proper light. If we do not by our actions give the lie direct to all this tittle-tattle, then an open scandal must result. Surely if we, by mutual consent, remain apart, we may still remain in _bon accord_?" "But you are mine, Dudley!" she cried, again throwing her snowy, half-bare arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. "Then since you hold me in such esteem, why not act in my interests?" he asked, for in argument he was as shrewd as a man could possibly be, and had passed with honours through that school of _finesse_, the Foreign Office. "I--well, I decline to release you, if your freedom is to be used in dallying at the side of another woman," she replied, heedless of his question. "But I have no intention of doing so. Surely you know my nature well enough? You know how fully occupied I am as Under-Secretary, and that my presence here from time to time has scarcely been in harmony with my duties at the Foreign Office and in the House. I have little leisure; and I do not possess that inclination for _amourettes_ which somehow appears to seize half the legislators sent to Westminster." "I know! I know!" she replied, still clinging to him, stroking the dark hair from his brow with the velvety hand which he had so often kissed. "I admit that you have always been loyal to me, Dudley. Sometimes, with a woman's quick jealousy, I have doubted you, and have watched you carefully, always, however, to find my suspicions utterly unfounded. Do you remember what you told me when we walked together in the park at Wroxeter that morning last summer? Do you recollect your vows of eternal friendship to me--unworthy though I may be?" She paused, and there was a slight catch in her voice. "Alas! I am fully aware of all my failings, of all my indiscretions, of all my caprices; but surely you do not heed this spiteful gossip which is going the rounds? You do not believe me so black as I am painted--do you?" and again she stroked his brow with her caressing hand. "I believe only what I have seen with my own eyes," he answered rather ambiguously. "You have been indiscreet--extremely indiscreet--and I have often told you so. But your ambition was to become the most _chic_ woman in town, and you have accomplished it. At what cost?" She made no response. Her head was bowed. "Shall I tell you at what cost?" he went on very gravely. "At the cost of your reputation--and of mine."