“But why should they suddenly lose faith in you?” Norgate asked.

“Perhaps because the end is so near,” she replied.  “They know that I have strong English sympathies.  Perhaps they think that they would not bear the strain of the times which are coming.”

“You are an even greater pessimist than I myself,” Norgate observed.  “Do you really believe that the position is so critical?”

“I know it,” she assured him.  “I will not tell you all my reasons.  There is no need for me to break a trust without some definite object.  It seems to me that if your Secret Service Department were worth anything at all, your country would be in a state almost of panic.  What is it they are playing down there?  Polo, isn’t it?  There are six or eight military teams, crowds of your young officers making holiday.  And all the time Krupps are working overtime, working night and day, and surrounded by sentries who shoot at sight any stranger.  There are parts of the country, even now, under martial law.  The streets and the plains resound to the footsteps of armed hosts.”

“But there is no excuse for war,” he reminded her.

“An excuse is very easily found,” she sighed.  “German diplomacy is clumsy enough, but I think it can manage that.  Do you know that this morning I had a letter from one of the greatest nobles of our own Court at Vienna?  He knew that I had intended to take a villa in Normandy for August and September.  He has written purposely to warn me not to do so, to warn me not to be away from Austria or Germany after the first of August.”

“So soon!” he murmured.

They listened to the band for a moment.  In the distance, an unceasing stream of men and women were passing back and forth under the trees and around the polo field.

“It will come like a thunderbolt,” she said, “and when I think of it, all that is English in me rises up in revolt.  In my heart I know so well that it is Germany and Germany alone who will provoke this war.  I am terrified for your country.  I admit it, you see, frankly.  The might of Germany is only half understood here.  It is to be a war of conquest, almost of extermination.”

“That isn’t the view of your friend Selingman,” Norgate reminded her.  “He, too, hints at coming trouble, but he speaks of it as just a salutary little lesson.”

“Selingman, more than any one else in the world, knows differently,” she assured him.  “But come, we talk too seriously on such a wonderful afternoon.  I have made up my mind on one point, at least.  I will stay here for a few days longer.  London at this time of the year is wonderful.  Besides, I have promised the Princess of Thurm that I will go to Ascot with her.  Why should we talk of serious things any longer?  Let us have a little rest.  Let us promenade there with those other people, and listen to the band, and have some tea afterwards.”

Norgate rose with alacrity, and they strolled across the lawns and down towards the polo field.  Very soon they found themselves meeting friends in every direction.  Anna extricated herself from a little group of acquaintances who had suddenly claimed her and came over to Norgate.