“Guess what?”
He smiled significantly. “You want this Albrevics marriage off, I suppose.”
“Any woman should be prevented from marrying such a brute.”
“Of course,” he replied, drily, and paused. “You might put it on that ground; but he wouldn’t believe it was all. We don’t deal much in platonic affection in Servia.”
“I don’t care what he believes.”
“I don’t know him if he wouldn’t be glad to believe a lot. The princess is very much in the way. I told you no one wishes her any harm.”
“What do you mean by that grave look?” I asked, for his face was very serious.
“It’s a very ugly matter. I told you what the moderate men among us feel; but there’s the other section to be reckoned with. If their views prevail, it will be a clean sweep.”
“A clean sweep?”
“Yes; everyone connected with the Obrenovics family will be in danger—even the Princess herself.”