“I am glad of that,” Lord Quenby said with faint smile on his lips. “But I confess that I am entirely at sea. When I saw you at the Station, I felt I must be going mad. Since then, now that I have seen you at close quarters, the likeness to the lady you impersonated does not seem so obvious. In fact I wonder how I could ever have been deceived.”
“But, I am – like the Empress,” Gisela said.
“In some ways,” Lord Quenby answered. “Your features, your hair, your eyes. But in other ways I doubt if the resemblance is very close. I am, of course, speaking at a disadvantage, as I have never seen the Empress in person.”
“I am – sorry for what – happened,” Gisela faltered. “And now – please may I go?”
She felt she could not bear to stay any longer. The agitation within herself, the calm manner i
