“You will come with me,” he retorted, curtly.
“On the contrary, I shall go with the Countess. Will you take me to her, Mr. Bergwyn?”
“Certainly.” I went toward the door. I observed that she had not taken the slightest notice of Elma.
“I have the right to escort you, Gatrina. We don’t need the interference of any foreigners.”
Gatrina was in the act of leaving but at this she stopped and turned to him.
“You are in error, Prince. You have no longer the right which you imply. Her Majesty will explain to you the reason. Your arm, if you please, Mr. Bergwyn.” And taking my arm she swept past him, her head high and looking every inch a Princess.
He changed colour at her words, and glared at me with a malignity that I expected to find utterance in fierce words. But he held them back and just did the cursing internally, I suppose.
“The Princess’s carriage,” I said to Buller as we crossed the hall to the room where the Countess was waiting.
Just as she came out and we stood in the hall, an unexpected incident occurred.
Chris appeared from somewhere and, recognising Gatrina, rushed to her with signs of extravagant delight.