"Ignominy is the reward of
failure. Prince d'Abruzzi went on to New York that night, cabled a full
account of the destruction of the compact to my government, and sailed
home on the following day. I was the responsible one, and now it all
comes back on me." For a moment she was silent. "It's so singular, Mr.
Grimm. The fight from the first was between us--we two; and you won."
XXVI
IN WHICH THEY BOTH WIN
Mr. Grimm dropped into a chair with his teeth clenched, and his face
like chalk. For a minute or more he sat there turning it all over in his
mind. Truly the triumph had been robbed of its splendor when the blow
fell here--here upon a woman he loved.
"There's no shame in the confession of one who is fairly beaten," Isabel
went on softly, after a little. "There are many things that you don't
understand. I came to Washington with an authority from my sovereign
higher even than that vested in the ambassador; I came _as_ I did and
compelled Count di Rosini to obtain an invitation to the state ball for
me in order that I might meet a representative of Russia there that
night and receive an answer as to whether or not they would join the
compact.
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