“If your remaining to marry the Prince Albrevics would help her, I should say it would be cowardly to leave.”
She flushed with anger. “You do Her Majesty wrong and dishonour, Mr. Bergwyn, in saying that. She knows now that, like the rest of us, she has been mistaken in regard to the Prince. I have spoken freely with her and the marriage will not take place.”
“I am very glad to hear it,” I replied in a carefully restrained tone, hiding alike my surprise and unbounded delight at the news. But she had not exhausted her anger against me.
“Like so many men you seem to find delight in wronging one of the noblest women that ever lived—the staunchest friend that a girl could have.” It was an easy inference that the Queen had talked her over, but I admired Gatrina all the more for this chivalrous and warm defence.
“If it be possible I should like you to believe that I find no pleasure at all in wronging any woman. But I do not take the same view of the Queen as you do.”
“You have allowed yourself to be poisoned against her. I know by whom, and, perhaps, you are not to blame.” A reference to Elma this and an unmistakable sneer.
“I think I understand your reference, and there are several things I wish to make plainer to you——”
“I beg you not to trouble, Mr. Bergwyn. I wish to leave now.”
“You will let me explain surely.”
“There is no room for any explanations. I know enough, thank you. Let me go to the Countess Vashti.”