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"I do not understand," impatiently.

"Ebbene, I owe you nothing. Once I heard you say--'I do not like to see

you with the Calabrian; she is--Well, you know.' I stood behind you at

another time when you said that I was a fool."

"Madame, I do not forget that, that is pure invention. You are mistaken."

"No. You were. I am no fool." A light laugh drifted down the tube.

"Madame, I begin to see."

"Ah!"

"You believe what you wish to believe."

"I think not."

"I never even noticed you," carelessly.

"Take care!" whispered the duke, who noted the sudden dilation of her

nostrils.

"It is easy to forget," cried the diva, furiously. "It is easy for you to

forget, but not for me."

"Madame, I do not forget that you entered my room that night ..."

"Your address!" bawled the duke. "That statement demands an explanation."

"I should explain at once, your Highness," said the man down below calmly,

"only I prefer to leave that part in Madame's hands. I should not care to

rob her of anything so interesting and dramatic. Madame the duchess can

explain, if she wishes. I am stopping at the Grand, if you find her

explanations are not up to your requirements."

"I shall give you her address," interrupted the diva, hastily. The duke's

bristling beard for one thing and the ice in the other man's tones for

another, disquieted her. The play had gone far enough, much as she would

have liked to continue it. This was going deeper than she cared to go. She

gave the address and added: "To-night she sings at the Austrian

ambassador's. I give you this information gladly because I know that it

will be of no use to you."

"Then I shall dispense with the formality of thanking you. I add that I

wish you twofold the misery you have carelessly and gratuitously cost me.

Good night!" Click! went the little covering of the tube.

"Now," said the duke, whose knowledge of the English tongue was not so

indifferent that he did not gather the substance, if not all the shadings,

of this peculiar conversation; "now, what the devil is all this about?"

"I hate him!"

"Refused to singe his wings?"

"He has insulted me!"

"I am curious to learn about that night you went to his room."