“To what, then, sir, do you attribute——”
“Temper! all temper, Mr. Jason! She is angry about that wretched ball, and she wants to anger me.”
“Her Royal Highness is, however, giving a handle to her enemies,” I ventured to suggest.
“She must come back to-night,” said he. “I won’t be made to look like a fool.”
“My plan will, I hope, dispose of Lord Daynesborough. If so, Your Royal Highness might join the princess.”
“I shan’t do anything of the sort. I shall have her brought back.”
Apparently there was a reserve of resolution latent somewhere in this indolent gentleman.
“Will you go yourself, sir?”
“No. You must do it.”