“Now let me hear what you have to say for yourself, sir? So far as I can see, you've been quite sweet to your wife, and she adores you. If you want to have an affair with the Princess, don't begin it here. You'll have your wife ill again if you make her jealous.”
“My dear Caroline, there will be no affair between Stephanie and me. Of that you may rest assured.”
“You mean to say that this is altogether on her side, then?” Caroline persisted.
“You exaggerate her demeanour,” he replied, “but even if what you suggest were true--”
“Oh, I don't want a lot of protestations!” she interrupted. “I am not saying that you encourage her much, because I don't believe you do. All I want to point out is that, having really brought your wife back almost to health, you must be extraordinarily and wonderfully careful. If you want to talk nonsense with Stephanie, do it in Belgrave Square.”
Dominey was watching the gyrations of a falling pheasant. His left hand was stretched out towards the cartridge bag which Caroline was holding. He clasped her fingers for a moment before he helped himself.
“You are rather a dear,” he said. “I would not do anything to hurt Rosamund for the world.”
“If you can't get rid of your old tricks altogether and must flirt,” she remarked, “well, I'm always somewhere about. Rosamund wouldn't mind me, because there are a few grey hairs in my sandy ones.--And here comes your man across the park--looks as though he had a message for you. So long as nothing has happened to your cook, I feel that I could face ill tidings with composure.”
Dominey found himself watching with fixed eyes the approach of his rather sad-faced manservant through the snow. Parkins was not dressed for such an enterprise, nor did he seem in any way to relish it. His was the stern march of duty, and, curiously enough, Dominey felt from the moment he caught sight of him that he was in some respects a messenger of Fate. Yet the message which he delivered, when at last he reached his master's side, was in no way alarming.
“A person of the name of Miller has arrived here, sir,” he announced, “from Norwich. He is, I understand, a foreigner of some sort, who has recently landed in this country. I found it a little difficult to understand him, but her Highness's maid conversed with him in German, and I understand that he either is or brings you a message from a certain Doctor Schmidt, with whom you were acquainted in Africa.”