“We can be happy together,” he murmured. “Let’s throw up the whole thing and be happy together.” He caught her hand in his. “You’ll stay with me anyhow?”
“You want me still?”
“You’ll do what I ask?” he whispered.
“That would put an end to it, indeed,” she said smiling.
“Thank Heaven for it!” he exclaimed peevishly.
A servant came in and announced that Mr Byers was in the drawing-room.
“Shall I come too?” asked the Prince.
“Oh no,” she answered with a strange little laugh. “What’s the use of bothering you? I’ll see him.”
“Make him say something definite,” urged Prince Julian. “Let’s have an end of it one way or the other.”
“Very well.” She bent down and kissed him, and then went off to talk to Mr Byers.