She started, ever so slightly.
“What about him?”
“Was that the character he came to play when he visited you yesterday in your private apartments?”
To his surprise she answered him with perfect apparent serenity.
“Of course. He merely came to borrow my guitar of me.”
Was she really innocent or dissembling? He believed the latter, and looked at her with some genuine admiration for her subtlety.
“O!” he said, “was that all? And, being in Julia’s chamber, to melt ‘melodious words to lutes of amber,’ I suppose?”
“He played,” she answered. “Indeed, they both played.”
“Both?” He laughed. “So his Highness came accompanied?”
“O yes!” she said. “He would never have come alone.”